Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

At last, when you can take a photograph, Seasonal Warm still wears a costume like her, and Mo Jing meets deeply. At the end of the day, the very senior photography teacher mumbled beside her, especially satisfied, the full mouth of the talented woman and so on. The steady discourse adds the colour of the ages to this studio that has opened in Los Angeles for more than a century.

Ms. Wanzhu frowned and laughed until the photo was finished, and hurried over to hold Ji Wen's hand to ask if she was tired, as if she was afraid to tire her daughter-in-law.

Then I don't know if Ms. Wanzhu was too excited to hold her mouth for the last two days, or maybe because of Mo Jingshen's acquiescence, told the old man about the re-taking of the wedding dress.

So Grandpa Mo took advantage of the excitement and flew from the ocean to Los Angeles the next day.

In the words of Master Mo, he hasn't flown in at least 10 years, and he hasn't been to the United States in 17 or 8 years. This time, he's really trying to find his granddaughter-in-law back safely and safely. Even his old life has been spared. He's also coming to Los Angeles to get together and live in Los Angeles for a while and go back to Haicheng last month.

News is being broadcast on the living room television in the lounge of the president's office of the Shine Group, with people behind the hosts, Thanksgiving in the West is lively, and those pedestrian smiles represent a festive atmosphere that permeates the night air little by little.

In the spare kitchen in the lounge comes the familiar sound of a gentle collision of bowls and ladypots with a nice smell of food.

Seasonal warmth sucked the nose.

Well, it's sugar and vinegar ribs today.

She looked up and took a peek.

There was warm light in the door seam, gently passing through the dry air, which mapped into her eyes.

The one who left the building two hours ago from a high-rise meeting was carefully plated with a spatula.

The top lamp of the kitchen and the scent of food slowly intertwined in her sensory consciousness, wrapped him up and gently sent to her heart.

His pale grassy woody scent stained the smoke in the dust room, and she saw his black shattered back neck and bent out a nice curve under the light.

On this weekday, she did whatever she wanted to eat, because she had recently begun to crave the taste of Chinese food and was tired of cooking her Chinese food. Although every time he said that Chinese smoke always made a house full of smoke, she always had a few dishes to eat for dinner.

Even the sugar and vinegar ribs this time, she guessed that when she returned to Mo's house in Los Angeles the previous two days, Ms. Wanzhu made a plate of ribs, but the season warm in front of Mo Shao had no intention of eating too much appetite, only two pieces were clipped to eat the meal in front of her.

Exactly because she obviously wanted to eat but didn't feel comfortable eating it. Even though she didn't mention it, Mo Jingdeep saw it clearly.

Thoughts were still roaming in the sky, and he had come out of the kitchen, holding a plate, more seductive in her eyes than a hot sugar and vinegar rib. People.

“Look at what?” He unwrapped a hand and patted her up and went to the nearest head: “Wash your hands. ”

He had a faint fragrance on his hand, with the temperature she was familiar with, like just in an office lounge that was ordinary enough to stop all the world's troubles, and the festive atmosphere of those Westerners who overflowed outside turned into a warm and ordinary day around him, calm and prolonged.

……

After dinner.

“Come with me to Mo's house at night.” Mo Jingdeep suddenly said as he put the last rib in his mouth during the warmth of the season.

Seasonal warmth suddenly coughed, almost spit out the ribs without eating them clean. She looked at him surprised: didn't Grandpa Mo come? Who else? "

“Grandpa hasn't been to the United States in almost 20 years. It's rare to come again. When old friends and friends heard the news, they would naturally come and meet.” He put a cup of milk in front of her at exactly the right temperature, scolding her with his eyes.

“But their old friends are reunited and need us to come too?” As the season warmed up, he carefully pushed away the glass filled with warm milk, trying to push it further while he wasn't paying attention.

She just ate so much, she couldn't squeeze a bit of milk out of her stomach right now.

“Who says two bowls of rice and two bowls of vegetables and two glasses of milk for each meal? You've just reached half your goal and you can't eat it?” He discovered her little move: "Didn't he still think he was thin? ”

“ …… ”

Seasonal warmth looked at the milk pushed away by itself.

She ate half a bowl of rice and a whole plate of sugar and vinegar ribs tonight. She barely ate the ink. She ate them all by herself. How could she have such a big stomach?

However, this milk was also kindly warmed by Mo BOSS. Seasonal warmth had to be brought back. Pretending not to notice the hidden signs of satisfaction and laughter in his mouth, he still drank most of the milk.

……

The so-called old friend reunion of Master Mo is different from the season warm.

She thought it would be like what she saw on TV, a group of elderly people over seventy and eighty years of age standing together and feeling their lives rushed, or crying at each other for not knowing if they would see each other the next time after this meeting.

Yet…

A group of old men sat together for tea chat, smiled face to face, and felt like spring breeze when the season was warm.

But she had no interest in the mahjong tables of the old men.

It's even possible to say that there's something that doesn't quite understand the brain circuits of these old men.

They only saw each other once in almost two decades, and the way they entertained themselves after dinner was not sitting together crying and singing, but playing mahjong.

And this mahjong has two tables together.

As if now, the other table was with his daughter-in-law, Ms. Wanzhu, to play mahjong with the other two daughters, and this table was accompanied by Meshao and Mojing.

Seasonwarm watched Ink take off his jacket deeply, wearing the perfect fine white sweater, the V neck revealed a grey shirt collar, he loosened his loose collar, his eyes shifted from the mahjong card to the Seasonwarm body who wanted to find something to do, and his eyes showed her to sit beside him.

There are so many people, how dare she sit so close to him, the old men just now did not lose sight of the young people.

Mo Jing deeply faced this group of friends who used to have a good relationship. The whole stay was very light and elegant and smiling. There was no feeling of being twisted at all. Instead, there was a lot of seasonal warmth that I had never seen before. I couldn't help but live next to him once. Red-faced.