Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal Warm thought what Mo Jingshen was going to take her out today, and as a result, he really booked a cake shop in advance, and all the staff were off today, leaving only a very famous local dessert artist in Argentina to help.

She promised to bring her here to make the cake. After all, she wasn't awake at the time, so she didn't remember it.

As a result, he always remembered, even well in advance.

Seasonal Warm could cook, but she couldn't really cook the cake, but she remembered that Mojingdeep had made more than twenty cakes for her even at night, and each one looked beautiful, and she tasted a little too good, although many of those cakes had been destroyed by her.

So, what else could this man possibly not have, and what could possibly have kept him?

Seasonal Warm stood in the production room, wearing the apron and clothes prepared for her by the dessert master, which were pink, and a hat. After wearing the hat, Seasonal Warm passed in front of the window to see the reflection inside, the immediate vision of a living pink dessert shop waiter, quite grounded.

Instead, Inkview did not change clothes, white shirts and light trousers, and many exotic young girls had had to sneak up on him while passing the street.

The man was dressed in white today, clean and handsome, not looking at all like a man almost thirty years old, so windy, the season warm and standing in front of him to block his face could not block the sight of those women.

At this moment, I saw this man standing in the production room helping her get the cake embryo, looking at the shirt sleeve held by the man and the little stubborn arm that showed up, she leaned out again, and saw some young girls outside lying quietly on a transparent window looking inside...

Somewhat jealous.

Such a high-profile husband can't hide anywhere. He's still dressed like a living white horse today.

Phew, phew, is an old white horse prince almost thirty years old.

He was remarkable, Seasonal Warm is dressed like this, the women who are looking inside, presumably think he is the owner of this dessert store or some noble guest, she is just a waitress in the dessert store along the way with her, now dressed like this to confirm their thoughts, not even look at her, a man like a wolf looking at the inside, handsome even dessert.

However, she was just looking outside. She was also at school with Xia Tian and all kinds of men who had a good peek at the senior school. It was not illegal to look at this, but Seasonal Warm is now jealous. She turned around with just beaten cream and walked into the back of the production room, which is also just a layer of clear glass.

Focusing on making the ink depth of the cake embryo for the season warmth, it doesn't seem right.

Behind him, there seemed to be an extra bug. Except for the other days, when he was cooking, he would hug him behind him. Normally, it wouldn't be like this. The season was warming around behind him. It was like a sesame seed on a candy cake, and he turned to the oven, and she followed him, where he went, and his eyes flashed constantly, attracting his attention every time he turned around, as if he hated to hold the stars in the sky in her eyes, attracting his gaze, lest he noticed the crowd of people who were looking at him outside.

Inkview picked up the cream and chocolate and more from the dessert master.

Seasonal warmth stood beside him and looked at him without turning a blind eye. He didn't look at the cake and didn't learn to make it, but only at him.

Mo Jing Deep returned to the stage.

Seasonal Warm Station was tired and half of the patients were still recovering. He moved a stool and sat across from him. At the same time, he picked up the extra cake embryo that had been cut off next to him and ate a few bites. It was very sweet. The part that had been removed had tasted perfectly, especially the unfinished semi-finished product in front of him.

The girls outside probably found some relationship between the season warmth and the handsome man inside. After all, she was so attached, the man didn't have any impatience. Even asked the dessert master to prepare some delicious food for her to eat in front of her, in case she was hungry or bored. Looking at her clothes, though she looked like a waitress, it didn't look like it.

Until he saw the man accidentally rubbing the cream on his hand directly onto the warm nose of the season, the women outside finally understood and left with a grieving face.

Seasonal warmth lifted her hand and wiped the cream off her nose, then sat there with her face in one hand to continue watching him.

Actually, she doesn't know what kind of man Mo Jing Deep belongs to.

It can even be said that she can't even figure out which type of husband Mo Jingshen belongs to.

She has seen the way he dressed in a suit in the company when meeting with the elite people at home and abroad to get paid. Sometimes he was indifferent, and the thunder and wind made it impossible to predict what his next decision would be. Sometimes he would talk to people he rarely appreciated. However, under that clear expression hid a near-to-far point, never sympathetic to people, and he was a superior who could not be forced.

She had also seen him put on a comfortable shirt or a homewear, a long body and a clean, warm breath, always fresh and refreshing, fine black hair on a gentle eyebrow, when looking at her, never hiding warmth in her eyes, every time making her irresistible.

She has seen him in Cambodia bloodbathing decisively, silent, intolerant and dark that he has not eaten for many days matches inside and outside Base XI, saw his deterrence when holding a gun, saw him lose his mind because she was about to be defiled by Cambodians almost shot down that person, saw a lot of faces...

Mo Jingshen, who seems to be obstructing the identity of Mo's parents and grandchildren, or perhaps because of the bondage between responsibility and family, is always able to control his identity and emotions very well.

He seemed to lose his mind rarely in his memory, but the only time he had done so seemed to have something to do with her.

Seasonal Warm did not go to eat the food the dessert master had sent her, but had been eating the edges of the cake embryos cut down deep in ink.

After all, this is what he did, and even if the extra pieces were cut off, she wouldn't want to throw them away.

Mojing glanced deeply at her delightfully prized look of sitting there eating cake embryos and sighed.

Say something about coming to make a cake on your birthday and learning to make a cake.

He makes her eat more or less.

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Good night, Sangen.