Back at the apartment in the evening, Fang Jiamei prepares dinner, and Mo Yiheng goes to take a bath, but the teacher's words ring in his mind
"In any case, you should be more careful, there should not be such a coincidence. You are my student, and I treat you as my daughter. Naturally, I won't miss you. I'm inquiring these days, so you should be careful yourself."
Mo Yiheng
Would he really do something like that?
Two years ago, he was 29 years old, and he should have passed the time of adolescent rebellion.
Fang Jiamei was so absorbed that she was accidentally scratched by a kitchen knife, and her finger bled all of a sudden. She quickly reached under the faucet to flush.
Mo Yiheng came out after taking a bath and looked at her standing there, "what are you doing?"
Fang Jiamei looked sideways at him, "Oh, it's OK. I accidentally cut my hand."
Mo Yiheng frowned, went to hold her hand, took a towel to clean her, looked at the opening on the index finger, dragged her to the sofa, detoxified her and wrapped a band aid.
"You can cut a dish like this." Helpless mouth, Mo Yiheng don't know what to say her good, lift eyes to see to her, but to her clear eyes, "how?"
Fang Jiamei came back and shook her head. Could she say that she was observing him because of the teacher's words?
Drugs Fight I don't want him to do these things.
"Sit down and I'll get it." Mo Yiheng naturally rubbed her hair, rolled up the sleeve of the sweater and went into the kitchen.
Fang Jiamei picked up an apple and nibbled it. She stood up and leaned on the bar. Looking at the man's orderly action, she thought about it and asked, "when did you come to Europe?"
Mo Yi Heng Dun, the vision quickly flashed something, and then returned to nature, "two years ago."
Fang Jiamei nodded and thought, "are you here for work?"
"Yes."
Sort of?
How could it be?
Fang Jiamei was curious for a moment. Looking at the man's gentle back in the light, she suddenly thought of a word -
time is quiet.
In fact, it's good to find someone to live with.
It's just that she really doesn't seem to know this person very well.
She has been living together for more than half a month. She often talks about her own things, such as home and school, so that he can better understand himself, but he seldom mentions his own things.
Although she doesn't care much, but after the teacher said so, let her a little uneasy.
He doesn't look like a bad guy.
But the woman in the bar street that day seemed to work there. In his capacity, how could she know such a person?
Many questions are hovering, but Fang Jiamei doesn't know how to ask. If she asks too many questions, will she be impolite?
But they are all married. It's nothing to get to know each other?
Cough cough clear throat, Fang Jiamei calm mouth: "that, where is your hometown? We've been married for almost a month, and I don't know much about you. "
Mo Yiheng stops her hand and looks at her. She is lying on the counter, wearing a cream white nightgown, with long black curly hair on her shoulders. Her round face looks like a kitten.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, Mo Yiheng's eyes flashed a smile, "do you want to know me?"
Fang Jiamei nodded without much thought.
Mo Yiheng suddenly smiles. The light on his head shines on his handsome face, which is very gentle. "Generally speaking, if you like someone, you want to know him, Mrs. mo." he looks into her eyes, "do you start to like me?"