Mo Yesi took her to the tea table, gently put her on the soft sofa, bent down and rubbed her head: "eat these first, don't think about those annoying things. You can rest assured that no matter what happens, I will solve it for you. "
"With me, no one can hurt you."
The ability of Mo Ye Si, Qiao Mianmian certainly believes.
It's not the first time she's been hacked.
So, she's not in a panic at all.
Because she knows that this matter can be solved in the end.
And this time, she plans to solve it herself.
Mo Yesi finished, picked up a cup of milk tea from the tea table, inserted the straw and handed it to Qiao Mianmian: "don't you like milk tea best? I asked Secretary Li to buy you a large one. "
Usually, moyesi doesn't let her drink milk tea often.
Because he thinks that drinking milk tea is bad for his health.
Today, I think I can see that she is in a bad mood. I not only bought her a large one, but also bought her a large one.
Just delivered milk tea, Qiao Mianmian holding in hand, or steaming.
This is one of her favorite milk tea shops. What moyesi ordered for her was the signature black sugar milk tea in the shop.
She took a big breath, and her happy eyes narrowed with the silky feeling and sweet taste in her mouth.
At this moment, good satisfaction
"Is it good?" Mo Yesi's eyes narrowed to see her happiness, and her thin lips also hooked up a little bit.
It seems easy and simple to make her happy.
A cup of milk tea and some desserts can make her happy.
"Well, it's delicious." Joe Mianmian's eyes curved and said happily, "how do you know I like this milk tea?"
Mo Yesi hooked his lips, rubbed his big hand over her head, and slowly sat down beside her, reaching out and gently embracing her shoulder: "I know all your hobbies."
"Is it?" Qiao Mianmian half squinted and took a big sip of milk tea.
I have to say that desserts can really make people happy.
She was in a better mood.
I feel cured by a cup of milk tea.
"No doubt, of course." He knows more about her than he does himself.
"This milk tea is really delicious. Would you like some?" Joe Mianmian took another sip, put the straw to his mouth, blinked, and looked at him with a little expectation in his eyes.
Mo Yesi: "I'm not sure."
He doesn't like desserts.
I don't like milk tea in particular.
But
Looking forward to the little wife next to his upper body, he couldn't say anything if he refused.
Oh, forget it, just have a drink.
A drink won't kill you anyway.
With this in mind, he took a sip of milk tea.
As soon as the milk tea entered, he frowned, and the expression on his face was a little indescribable.
How can so many people like this sweet and greasy instant drink and still feel it's super delicious?
Moyesi, like traditional Chinese medicine, swallows the milk tea in his mouth.
When Qiao mianmianmian wanted to persuade him to take another drink, he firmly refused: "honey, I won't drink any more. Take your time. "
Joe Mianmian saw his reaction just now, and didn't ask him if he thought it was good.
It's true that taste can't be completely unified.
She didn't force moyesi to drink any more.
"Moyesi, can you promise me something?" After drinking half a cup of milk tea, Qiao Mianmian suddenly remembered something.