Chapter 37

She makes three dishes and one soup, which is a very simple home style dish. It doesn't look good. It's not as neatly arranged as in the hotel, but it tastes good.

Mo Xiu Chen chews the dish in the mouth, the facial expression indifference Dynasty temperature Yi Yi saw one eye, the voice is clear, "you don't eat?"

"I've had it before."

"Well." Mo Xiuchen glanced at her and didn't speak any more.

The man is eating quietly. In the living room, except for the sound of chopsticks touching the plate, there is no other sound.

Wen Yiyi stood there, watching him eat a mouthful, unavoidably embarrassed.

She pursed her lower lip, stepped to the sofa, sat down and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Her black eyes were staring at the LCD TV. She seemed to be watching it seriously, but she didn't see anything. Her ears were full of the sound from the dining table.

She heard him put down his chopsticks and then rise from his chair.

Wen Yiyi and Yu Guang glanced over there and saw a man with a bowl coming into the kitchen. In a short time, the sound of running water came from inside.

Wen Yiyi blinked, put down the remote control and trotted over.

He stood in front of the sink, washing dishes, long fingers holding the dishcloth, in the bowl full of oil stains.

The dim light sprinkled on him, with an indescribable taste.

"Pretty?" He didn't know when he found the man at the door and asked in a cool voice.

Wen Yiyi recovered. His face was slightly embarrassed. He opened his mouth to answer him, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to pursed his lips and turned back to the sofa.

Mo Xiuchen washes the bowl to come out, she is holding the mobile phone to see what, the curved willow eyebrow is tightly wrinkling, the red lips is slightly pursed, as if saw what not good thing, Mo Xiuchen walks to the sofa side to sit down, pulled the tissue to wipe hands.

The body side a sink, the temperature according to lift an eye toward the side side side to see an eye, see is mo Xiu Chen, then lower head again.

Her eyes are staring at the mobile phone screen without blinking, and her teeth are biting her lower lip. After a while, she looks up at him with an expression of desire to talk and stop.

Mo Xiuchen raised his eyebrows and said in a light voice, "what's the matter?"

"Well." Wen Yiyi answered in a low voice, and his hand holding the mobile phone was slightly tight. Then he spoke softly to Mo Xiuchen: "that You should know that I am still a sophomore this year. Just now my teacher sent a message to ask me when to go back to school, so... "

Although the remaining words of Wen Yiyi didn't come out, Mo Xiuchen had already guessed about it.

"You want to go back to school?" He asked in a light voice, deep black eyes staring at her white and delicate skin, dark light at the bottom of the eyes.

Wen Yiyi nodded his head, looked at his expressionless face, and felt a little beat in his heart.

The agreement only says that she needs to give birth to a child for him within one year. It doesn't say that she is not allowed to go to school. Normally, she can go to school, but Wen Yiyi looked at Mo Xiuchen in front of him, pinched his palm, and asked uncertainly: "yes, is that ok?"

Mo Xiu Chen was silent for a moment, eh for a while, "can."

Wen Yiyi has been tightly frowning brow, this just stretch to open, she bent eyes, water Lingling eyes with a faint smile, voice shallow joy, "thank you."

"Don't hurry to thank me. I haven't finished yet." Mo Xiu Chen lightly said a sentence.

Looking at Wen Yiyi's happy face just now, because of his words, he collapsed all of a sudden. Mo Xiuchen couldn't help hooking his lips.