Ye Fei gets up to find a maid and asks her to heat up the Hawthorn soup. She plans to let Su Mo Han taste it later.

Soon after taking a bath, Su Mohan came out and looked at Ye Fei, who was sitting on the carpet fiddling with her scarf. Her eyes softened a little, but compared with the past, she had a little uneasy and uneasy.

He knew that one day would know and that the day would come, but he would still hope that time would pass slowly and more slowly.

Ye Fei looked up and saw him come over and said with a smile, "I found a maid to help me with the wrong weaving. Now it's all done."

Su Mo Han did not sit on the sofa, but habitually sat beside her and looked at the scarf in her hand, which was nearly one meter long.

However, should she not be able to wear this scarf she knitted herself?

"What's on your mind, then?" Ye Fei reaches out and shakes in front of Su Mo Han's eyes. She doesn't know what he is thinking, but she always thinks that he is a little strange recently.

Su Mo Han takes back his eyes and doesn't speak. He turns to look at the porcelain bowl on the tea table.

Ye Fei quickly put down her scarf and helped him open the lid. She took a golden spoon and tasted it herself. Then she narrowed her eyes and said to Su Mohan, "try it, sour and sweet."

Su Mo Han gently smile, picked up the spoon to try a little, the result is too sour taste directly let his eyebrows produce a tangle.

Turning to look at Ye Fei, seeing that she was still full of expectation, she had to open her mouth and say, "not bad."

Ye Fei licked her lips and said, "then you can drink some more."

Su Mo Han simply put the spoon aside, took a big drink with the bowl, and swallowed it with a strong stomach for the sour feeling of his cheek and teeth.

One side of the Ye Fei can't help pouting, asshole, also don't know to leave some for her!

As a result, Su Mo Han looked up and saw that ye feizheng was not satisfied with him. He couldn't help but hook his lips and smile: "want to drink?"

Ye Fei nods, she also can't say is what reason, just these days appetite is getting better and better, don't say, also especially like to eat sour and sweet things.

Su Mo Han pushes the bowl to Ye Fei's face, and ye Fei quickly reaches for the bowl to drink.

"Good to drink?"

"Well..." Ye Fei did not have time to open her mouth. As a result, her hair hurt. Her head had to be lifted from the bowl. Before she could react, a thin lip had covered her lips. Her flexible tongue slipped into her mouth, sucking Hawthorn water from her mouth.

Ye Fei's face turned red

Until the Hawthorn water in his mouth was deprived by him, he slowly let go, quietly staring at her.

"You You How can you? " Ye Fei bit her lips and her ears were hot.

Su Mohan raised eyebrows and held her in his arms, kissing her hair, watching the flickering TV without speaking.

Ye Fei cleverly leaned in his arms for a while and then said, "by the way, Su Mohan, the TV and Internet at home are not very good recently. They are always intermittent and often have blue screen."

Su Mo Han lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "well, I know."

"I don't know why. The master who came to check said there was no problem, but as soon as the master left, he began to disobey." Ye Fei looks at the TV low channel with obvious bad signal.

"Save you all day watching this kind of brainless drama, the future will affect the baby's IQ." Su Mo Han spoke softly.