Chapter 180

She didn't finish the bowl of noodles she cooked in the afternoon. She only ate a small part of them. Later, her inspiration burst out suddenly, and she was painting all the time and forgot to eat them.

Now it has solidified into a ball, and it's not delicious.

Wen Yiyi stood up from the ground, because he sat cross legged for a long time, his legs were numb, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

She stamped her feet, and when the numbness on her legs was gone, she picked up their bowls and went to the kitchen to cook.

Mo Xiuchen noticed that she left, raised her eyes and looked in her direction. Wen Yiyi had already stood in front of the stove with a small pink apron around her waist and began to wash rice for cooking.

The light of the kitchen sprinkled on her white and soft face, which softened the lines of her side face.

Mo Xiuchen looked at it, and suddenly there was a kind of Years of quiet good feeling, just want to go on like this.

He narrowed his eyes, and the words of Mo Qingling flashed in his mind again. It was not easy to suppress the impulse to fall in love with her.

Mo Xiu Chen wrung eyebrow, shook to shake head, the idea in the brain shakes off, lower head continues to see a document.

At nine o'clock, Wen Yiyi made three dishes and one soup and came out of the kitchen.

Looking at someone who is still working, Wen Yiyi bites his lip and shouts to him: "Mo Xiuchen, come here for dinner."

Mo Xiu Chen nods, light ground "Er" a, put the document that did not finish reading in the hand on the tea table, get up, walked toward the dining table over there.

After a simple meal, Mo Xiuchen went to work again. He piled up too much. He was busy until two o'clock in the morning, and there was still more than half left.

Time is already very late, Mo Xiuchen also did not look, went back to the bedroom, Wen Yiyi had already washed to sleep, the bedside lamp is still on, like a lamp specially reserved for him.

Mo Xiu Chen stands in front of the bed, low Mou is looking at her quiet sleep Yan.

That ruddy lips slightly open, small mouth breathing gas, white and soft face with a touch of red, lips slowly hook up, showing a quiet smile, seems to be in a dream to see what makes her happy.

His eyes fell down on her bare arm, thin, small and white. She kicked the quilt away. A pink suspender Nightgown came into his eyes.

The collar of suspender nightdress is a little low, she is lying again, the great scenery inside is seen by Mo Xiuchen in the eye, a strange rising from his heart.

This is the first time

Wen Yiyi lies there sleeping quietly. Even if she doesn't do anything, it's still easy to arouse the desire in his body.

Mo Xiu Chen stretched out his hand to caress her face, lowered his head to fall a kiss on her tiny reddish little face, suppressed the abnormality in the bottom of his heart, turned around, and almost went into the bathroom in a mess.

It was already half past two when he came out. He opened the quilt and went to bed. He lay on Wen Yiyi's left side and put her in his arms with one hand. He closed his eyes and went to bed.

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The next morning, when Wen Yiyi woke up, there was no figure of Mo Xiuchen on his side, and the place where he lay was cold.

If it wasn't for a concave and convex shadow, announcing that he had come here to sleep last night, Wen Yiyi would have thought that he had been sitting in the study all night.

From the bed down, Wen Yiyi went to the cloakroom to take the clothes to wear, then went into the bathroom to wash.

Down, the living room only Lu Xiangyi sitting on the sofa watching TV, no mo Xiuchen figure.