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Mo Chengjun calmly looked at the smoke filled kitchen, walked out of the kitchen as if nothing had happened, helped her with his hand, and asked in a low voice, "have a rest? It's just noon. I'll have the takeout delivered... "

There is no embarrassment of being smashed in the clear words, only the slightly red earlobe reveals the secret.

"Mo Chengjun, I'll go to the kitchen..." Chen Zitong didn't want to remind him of the stupid things he had just done, but the increasingly heavy smell in the kitchen made her not mention it. If she didn't go to the kitchen to deal with it, the kitchen would not be guaranteed!

"Tongtong, what would you like to eat? Western or Chinese or French? Or Chinese food. There happens to be a private restaurant opened by the imperial family. I'll send some to you. " Mo Chengjun cut off her words in a hurry.

I wanted to leave a good impression in her heart, but I didn't expect to make it worse. Now I can't make it worse!

Maybe I know what he means. Chen Zitong doesn't say anything anymore. He turns around and walks towards the kitchen firmly.

Mo Chengjun stood in front of her and wanted to hold her back away from this awkward place. He said thoughtfully: "Tongtong, the kitchen smoke and fire smell is too heavy. I'll hold you up and have a rest. After a rest, you can eat."

Helplessly smile, Chen Zitong does not know what to say to someone who wants to hide his ears and steal his bell.

At last, she could only let him carry himself upstairs, and when he wanted to leave, she said quietly, "President Mo, can you spare a little precious time to save my poor kitchen before you call?"

By such a reminder, Mocheng Juncai probably thought of what he had done. After a low response, he seemed to just agree to a trivial thing, but the slightly accelerated pace showed his uneasiness.

With a cold face, he destroyed the "criminal evidence" in the kitchen and looked at the kitchen which was a little empty. He finally got a satisfactory answer. Today's failure must be due to the Secretary's wrong choice of ingredients and the lack of advanced spatula.

Next time He must personally choose dishes and cooking utensils for today's shame.

Secretly determined, Mo Chengjun took out the phone and asked the Secretary to choose some dishes suitable for women from the imperial restaurant.

After everything was arranged, he seemed to wake up Chen Zitong in the bedroom just like a dream before, and lead her to the dining table with great gentleness, and then quietly began to watch her eat.

Yes, that is to say, Mo Chengjun hardly moves his chopsticks. Occasionally, he moves his chopsticks to help her with the dishes.

"Mo Chengjun, don't worry about me if you eat yours." Chen Zitong stopped his chopsticks and looked at him positively. If he stared at him so much and ate a meal, he would be indigestion!

"I'm not hungry..." Mo Chengjun is still looking at her crazily. When he says these three words, he doesn't forget to bring her vegetables.

Chen Zitong is simply unable to make complaints about it. Who cares if you are hungry or hungry? The problem is that you can't eat it without eating.

Dry smile to him with a full plate of vegetables, involuntarily put in front of him, tough said: "eat it!"

He thinks that this is her unique concern for himself. Mo Chengjun is no longer persistent. He slowly tastes the dishes she has brought for himself. He doesn't know why. Mingming is the same dish, but today he thinks it's very delicious.

Finally, after a quiet meal, Chen Zitong remembered someone's skill of being called "kitchen disaster". In order to protect his last few bowls, Chen Zitong grabbed the tableware before him and took it to the kitchen for washing.

When entering the kitchen, unexpectedly, there are many things missing. It should be someone who has been destroyed. Chen Zitong also didn't ask where those few things were. The man who was in a hurry to catch up with him just dropped his heart raised by Gao Gao Gao.

as like as two peas and black kitchenware corpses, he has bought the same ones. It will take some time to deliver them. Fortunately, she has not investigated the whereabouts of those items. After he is relieved, he is leaning at the door and looking at it silently.

Under a household suit, it's an exquisite figure that can't be concealed. There are even more attractive curves under a slight bow. The thin and white fingers make people dazzled under the current and can't leave their sight.

The most difficult thing for him to move his eyes is the smoke and fire smell like nothing. A fairy beauty like the flower of kaolin is willing to get the smoke and fire smell for her own sake. Imagination alone makes him feel soft as mud.

This is his Tongtong, the woman he loves wholeheartedly, the mother of his son and his only wife.

Gradually, Mo Chengjun's eyes were so soft that he almost drowned.

It is said that the beauty hero tomb, if it is her beauty, he is willing to die here forever.

Driven by this tenderness, Mo Chengjun is no longer willing to just look at her silently. He silently steps forward and encircles her waist from behind. His fiery chest is close to her beautiful back. He holds her silently and quietly.

Chen Zitong, who was suddenly attacked, trembled a little, and his hand holding the bowl was also a little unsteady, one of which slipped down and crumbled.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zitong went to pick it up subconsciously. However, due to his absentmindedness, he was pierced by sharp pieces of porcelain. The bright red blood beads dyed the clear pool and the black eyes of the man behind.

Mo Chengjun didn't expect her to get hurt because of his own whim. Although he was happy with his influence on her, all of these can't match the wound on the tip of her finger. He unconsciously put the injured finger into his mouth.

The unexpected changes made Chen Zitong lose his former cleverness, and he could only let him act foolishly.

Until her fingertips felt the warm sucking sensibly, and a pool of spring water at the bottom of her heart was blown and wrinkled, she pulled out her fingers in a little panic, lowered her eyelids and said, "there is no blood Thank you

Looking at her nimble eyes covered by raven like eyelashes, Mo Chengjun recalled how menglang she had just acted and how timidly the fingers in the import were shaking

Some things don't want to be OK. The more you think about it, the more like a prairie fire. It only takes a gust of wind to rise with it.

Seeing the heat in his eyes, Chen Zitong no longer continued to brush the bowl, but smiled a little playfully: "I'm an injured person, I think you haven't lost your conscience to let an injured person continue to brush the bowl Then I'll trouble you next! "

Finish saying, don't give him the chance to react to walk from the kitchen, conveniently picked up the cell phone that oneself left out in the living room.

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