Chapter 291

What does this mean? Chi Huan naturally understands.

For such a thing, she could neither do anything nor give any suggestions. After sighing in her heart, she leaned over and held the tea cup in her hand.

Before long, moshiqian came back.

He looked very light, except for some fatigue and depression, no other emotions could be seen from him.

When he came in, Chi Huan took a cup of hot tea and went to him. He said softly, "it's cold outside. You can have some hot tea."

The man took a look at her

But a night plus less than a day did not see, but there is a long time apart from the illusion.

Mo Shiqian took the tea still steaming in one hand, and held the hand she handed the quilt in the other hand, holding the weak boneless hand in the palm.

Although he was able to get down to the ground reluctantly, he still used a wheelchair for the recovery of the wound.

Chi Huan took the cup in his hand and said, "go to dinner. When you are ready, wait for you to come back."

"Good."

Mo Shiqian holds her hand. Without releasing it, Chi Huan does not force it out. Instead, he hands the cup to stand up.

Fashion looked at her, and looked at the ink and the eyes. He was modest. He hissed from his throat, but he took the cup.

The three were seated in the dining room one by one.

When they spoke, Chi Huan didn't interrupt. He just picked up the spoon and quietly filled a bowl of bone soup for the man to boil in the kitchen, saying it was good for the wound.

The fashion picked up the chopsticks and glanced at the dishes on the table.

At last, squinting his eyes, his eyes finally fell on the nearest green vegetable. He said with a smile, "how can your chef seem to be a bit out of level?"

Mo Shiqian was originally looking down at the woman who served him soup with spoonfuls on his side. Only when he heard the words did he look up and follow his line of sight.

A dish made by a five-star chef, which is mixed with one or two new works, is almost visible at a glance.

Chi Huan put the soup in the man's hand. He raised his head just to his dark eyes. It was as if he wanted to suck her in. He said in a low voice, "are you still cooking?"

She was accosted by what he saw There are only two ways to practice cooking when you are free. "

Mo Shiqian's eyes fell on her fingers. "The band aid on your hand was cut by a kitchen knife?"

She has a band aid on her left index finger.

He came in and noticed her at the first sight.

"It's OK. It's just a little skin. Li mafi wants to paste it on me."

The man said, raising his hand, he saw that the two plates of vegetables were more common from the popular front to his own, and said lightly, "next time you want to practice, ask them to cut the vegetables, and you can stir fry them at will."

Isn't that just a family

The fashion glanced at them and said with his soup in his hand, "if you stir fry, your hands will be splashed by the oil star, and then you can order the kitchen."

Chi Huan, "..."

Mo Shiqian looks down at Chi Huan and says after a few seconds, "so, you'd better not go into the kitchen. The oven may be safer. If you're OK, you'd better learn to make cakes."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her face and looked at him with some signs of unhappiness in her eyes.

At last, she bowed her head and picked up her chopsticks to pick up the rice. She answered with a dull voice.

Moshiqian sees her unhappiness, but doesn't know whether she's happy or not -

coming into the kitchen to cook, which is never what she likes to do or even sniffs at?

Popular drink soup, lazy light look at them, casual opening, "you don't know that women need to praise, especially she clearly loves you, want to do something for you."

Chi Huan, "..."

She raised her head and gave him a look. "Eat."

He was stabbed and became angry.

The fashionista smiled and didn't want to tear her down.

Chi Huan is about to bow down and continue to eat. Suddenly, the smell of men comes down.

She tilted her head and her soft lips fell on her face.

Mo Shiqian raised his hand and touched her head. He moved intimately and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear. "I'll make it up to you later."

Her unhappiness dissipated a lot. She looked up and smiled at him. "Then you can eat more of what I've done."

He held up his lips and smiled back.

In the process of eating, we will naturally talk about Muxi, because it was originally because of this.

There was no voice or color on the fashionable face, but the ordinary look asked, "what are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will personally go to Brazil to redeem people. The time has been arranged. The Chinese Communist Party and the American Communist Party, as well as the international police, who are stationed in the local area, are all in touch."Popular eyebrows pick, "you With the clod sur? "

"I've been in Stanford for four years, and it's strange to know a few people in the army," he said, with a slight tick of his thin lips

“……”

"You're going to redeem people yourself?"

"Of course."

The fashion squinted. "OK, the money is ready."

…………

After dinner, the two chatted on the sofa in the living room for almost an hour, and went back first after the fashion.

In the evening, after scrubbing the man and supporting him to bed, Chi Huan is preparing to take his own clothes to take a bath. As soon as she enters the bathroom, her cell phone on the small table in front of the single sofa rings.

She looked back and saw that the screen was on. Someone should have called.

Hesitated for a second, or choose to fold back to answer the phone.

On the screen Is it fashionable?

He's looking for her?

Did they just take a bath in the bathroom and call Mo when Qian didn't get it?

I think so. She answered the phone neatly.

Before she can speak, the fashion has lowered her voice and started to speak first, "you don't need to speak, and you don't need to talk to Shiqian At two o'clock in the morning, you come out. I'll wait for you at the door of your villa. "

after a while, he added," don't let him find out. "

With that, the phone was cut off.

Chi Huan holds the mobile phone and is still a little confused.

However, she was facing the window, so moshiqian could not see her face, nor could he see her different look. He only saw that she answered the phone but never said anything. He asked, "whose phone is it?"

"Oh," said Chi Huan, putting down his mobile phone and turning to him calmly, "it seems that he has made a wrong number and said a lot of things that he didn't know how to hang up I'm going to take a bath. "

Mo Shiqian's mind was originally on the notebook, and he didn't care much, just said a sentence.

Chi Huan enters the bathroom with her clothes in her arms, wringing flowers and sprinkling them.

Two in the morning?