Chapter 1672

"Mr. mo." Fang Jiamei stepped forward and looked at him. She was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, she said, "is Mr. Mo well?"

It's awkward to use the word "body" after thinking about it, otherwise she really doesn't know what words to use.

Mo Yiheng looked at her avoiding eyes and frowned, "what's the matter?"

"No, I want to say if you have no problem, can you give me back the score?" She saw that his walking posture was ok, and the doctor said that the injury was not serious

Mo Yiheng's face sank. He took the cello on her shoulder and put it in his hand. "Do you see it?"

Fang Jiamei was stunned and her face became hot.

Mo Yiheng is full of bent down to stare at her eyes, "or you don't know, that place for men how important?"

Fang Jiamei breathed hard and looked at his dark eyes as if her heart was going to stop. She quickly walked aside and said, "ha ha, it doesn't look good. Don't worry, I will take care of you!"

Mo Yiheng straightened up, put one hand in his pocket, went to the car, put her cello on it, and then opened the front passenger's door for her, "let's go, cook for me, I'm hungry."

Fang Jiamei nodded and sat in. She was a little nervous.

Back at the apartment that night, Fang Jiamei was sent into the kitchen by Mo Yiheng. She opened the refrigerator and saw that there was no food to eat except wine.

"Mr. Mo, you don't have any food. What do you want to eat?" Fang Jiamei went to the edge of the sofa and watched the man sitting there gracefully.

Mo Yiheng looked up at her, with a trace of doubt, "can you cook? I don't eat dark food. "

Fang Jiamei self-confident smile: "don't worry, although my craft can't compare with the chef, but still can, usually is my own cooking."

Although the castle is big, she doesn't like to hire a nanny. Zicong used to cook it for her, but now she does it herself.

Mo Yiheng's corner of his mouth floated with a radian, "Yeah, I didn't expect it."

She can cook by herself like that.

Some of them are beyond his expectation.

Fang Jiamei didn't understand what he said. She thought the man was strange and didn't ask, "can I go to the supermarket to buy something to eat, Mr. Mo and so on?"

It's about eleven o'clock at noon, and it's not time for dinner.

Mo Yiheng nodded, reached out and took out the wallet in the next coat. He handed her a card with his finger. "Buy it with this."

"Ah?" Fang Jiamei looked at his big hand with clear bones. This man's hand is very good. It's very white and fine. At first glance, it's the kind of water that is not stained with Yangchun water.

Fang Jiamei didn't answer and shook her head with a smile: "no, it's me who hurt Mr. mo. it's right to buy some food for Mr. mo. I'll go first!"

Picking up her small schoolbag, Fang Jiamei went out.

Although she lives a simple life, she doesn't have the money. Her part-time job is enough for her living expenses. She also has scholarships and so on. She still has a small Treasury.

When she came to the supermarket nearby and bought some ingredients, Fang Jiamei went back. As soon as the elevator was opened, Fang Jiamei saw a strange woman standing with Mo Yiheng

Sun Chu heard the voice and looked at her, his eyes slightly shocked, "how are you?"

Fang Jiamei was stunned and pointed out that she didn't understand what she was saying.

Mo Yiheng pulled sun Chu's wrist, frowned, his face was particularly gloomy, "shut up!"