Wenyi got up, casually put on a shawl outside his pajamas, went to the living room in his indoor slippers, took a banana and skinned it on the tea table to satisfy his hunger, but still couldn't resist curiosity, went to the kitchen, she wanted to see what the man was doing
She leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, and could only see from her angle that the man was standing there with his back to her, and the steaming heat came out of front of him, making the sound of water being boiled.
He just stood, didn't move, probably cooking soup?
Wenyi's action of eating bananas is actually no better than the sound of boiling soup in the pot, but Mo Shichen is sharp. She stood for less than ten seconds and he noticed it, and turned to look at her.
Inside, she wore a nightdress, a small suspender, with the skirt over the knee, cream white, two layers. Outside, there was a layer of white yarn. Outside, she wore a plaid shawl of thin cashmere, with fringe. The tip of the hair over the shoulder had reached the clavicle. It was a little disordered, but it had a casual style.
She doesn't belong to that It seems that people want to get into bed. Compared with the naked body, after all, the bust is limited. From the visual point of view, there is a kind of gentle and quiet body that others can't replace.
Wenyi ate a banana without blinking his eyes, and then put the banana skin neatly and accurately into the trash can. He raised his lips and said coldly, "master Mo, if I really want to wait for your steamed bun, it seems that I can only be honored to be worshipped when the next Qingming Festival or my death."
Mo Shichen, "..."
His face was black and heavy, and his tone was not good. "You go to the restaurant and sit down, and you can eat right away."
He is usually patient, but these hours are almost all consumed.
"Oh," she said in a cool voice, "how long is it? I've slept for a while and I'm hungry and I can't eat it. I'd better go back to sleep and eat some more bananas. I'll get up in the morning and eat them again."
"Five minutes."
Wenyi raises her wrist, looks at the time, then turns around and walks to the restaurant. During the few minutes of waiting, she looks at the house with her mobile phone and thinks Well, she bought a three bedroom flat in a high-end house near her company, just like when she was in Paris.
Five minutes passed quickly, and the man came to the table with a steaming bun.
Wenyi laughed directly when she saw it, and it was the kind of ha ha ha ha
The smiling Mo Shichen didn't know whether she left Paris or whether his buns were really funny. The ordinary reserved elegance was gone. He fell on the table with a smile, even tears would come out. "God There are such ugly buns in the world... "
The more she smiled, the more expressionless he became.
In normal times, when is he afraid of being laughed at, and no one dares to laugh at him, looking for death? It is also because the son of Mo is proud and conceited, and these conceits are also supported by the foundation and capital.
People, the more time and energy they spend on things they don't do well, the more easily they become angry. See Master Mo's moment.
He was on the other side, a cold and gloomy reminder, "Ma'am, you should be careful not to laugh."
Wenyi smiled and then slowly closed her voice. She looked at the strange things with no shape of a bun on her face and reluctantly recovered her stable voice and said, "it's really a person who can't look like a man. Such a handsome fan like Mr. Mo can make such an ugly and messy bun."
Mo Shichen also didn't lose his temper. He pulled out his chair and sat down beside her. He took a small bowl, and then held a "lump" with chopsticks. He blew it first, then fed it to her lips. He smiled and said, "have a taste."
"I'm Yan Kong. I don't eat such ugly buns."
“……”
He was patient. "Look at my hand, ma'am."
She actually saw it.
Just now her attention was drawn away when he brought the bun over, and she didn't notice others, but when he fed the bun to her lips with chopsticks, she had to be blind to not see it.
The man comes quickly and has a clear skeleton. It's so beautiful that he knows that the hand of your son with the golden spoon is already ugly. His fingers have been burned to pieces, blistered, and cut several holes
Wen job shakes head, heartless way, "baozi ugly hand still so ugly, how can you tell me to eat."
“……”
Ink Chen light way, "you look at my face to eat."
“……”
"No."
He narrowed his eyes. There was a dangerous dark awn in his deep eyes. "You said you wanted to eat steamed buns. I steamed them for several hours."
"I won't eat if you've been steaming for years and look ugly."
"OK," Mo Shichen gave her a angry smile. Although he knew from the beginning that this woman wanted to eat steamed buns to make him angry, he did it, hurt her, and was burned several times like a fool. She refused to open her mouth and pushed her face on her nose. "Either you eat my ugly bag, or I feed myself to you, anyway you - Yan Kong."
Wenyi, " How can you force me to eat such a ugly thing? "He said with a smile, "the first day you knew I was shameless?"
“……”
Wenyi ignored him.
Mo Shichen's hoarse voice coaxed her, "you should know that the reason why I used to fight ye's younger brother was because I knew that I didn't use the hard one for you at that time. You are divorced from this marriage, but I also know that you don't use the soft one, so within the bottom line, I would like to use the soft one for you..." After a few seconds, the message on his lips deepened, "Ma'am, you don't want me to turn against you, do you?"
This words, seem to be unabashed even coax to force.
"If I don't eat your steamed buns, you will turn against me. That's your courteous attitude?"
He slightly corrected, "this is not a steamed bun. This is a steamed bun that I steamed for several hours and scalded four times."
“……”
He's proud of his hands, isn't he?
Wenyi didn't bother to grind with him. He opened his mouth and took a bite of the bun that had been resting on her lips.
Mo Chen's deep eyes stared at her slowly chewing action for a moment, looked at the undisguised dislike and frown of the eyebrows, put the bun directly into her mouth, said coldly, "after eating, at least give me five."
Let her toss him, let her dare him steamed bun.
Wenyi thought that she was really in the way of her upbringing and table manners, so she didn't spit it out to him. Instead of chewing it, she swallowed the things in her mouth directly. Then she pushed his hand away, choking his throat, laughing and not laughing. "Master Mo, do you want to sleep with me?"
He squinted and sneered, "why, would you sleep with me?"
She said to her lips, "compared with the handsome men who are good-looking and have a big life, the ugly and ugly steamed stuffed bun, my superficial facial control, of course, chooses the one behind."