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Wen Ling got up, put a shawl outside the pajamas casually, went to the living room wearing indoor slippers, and peeled and eaten bananas on the coffee table to satisfy the hunger, but still could not hold back the curiosity, and went to the kitchen, she thought See what the man is doing ...

She leaned against the door frame of the kitchen. From her perspective, she could only see the man standing there, with her back to her, and the scorching heat erupted in front of him, making the sound of water boiling.

He just stood and didn't move, probably cooking soup?

Wen Yan's action of eating bananas is actually no more than the sound of boiling soup in the pot, but Mo Shichen is keen. She noticed it after she stood for less than ten seconds, and turned to look at her.

She wore a nightdress, a small suspender, a skirt over her knees, creamy white, two layers, and a layer of white gauze on the outside, covered with a thin cashmere plaid shawl with tassels, the hair ends of the over shoulder had arrived At the collarbone, it's a bit messy, but it has a casual style.

She doesn't belong to the kind of ... she looks like she wants to go to bed. It has a relatively stature. After all, her bust is limited, but from a visual perspective, there is a kind of pure warmth that others cannot replace. Jing Dingran.

Wen Yan finished eating a banana without blinking, and then threw the banana into a trash basket sharply and accurately, pursing his lips coldly, "Mr. Mo, if I really want to wait for your bun, It seems that I can only be honored when I wait for Qingming in the coming year or when I hang out. "

Mo Shichen, "..."

His face was dark and dark, and his tone was not good. "You can sit in the restaurant and eat immediately."

His usual patience is not bad, but these hours are almost exhausted.

"Oh," she said coolly. "How long is it right now, I've all slept awake and didn't have to eat when I wake up. I might as well eat some bananas and go back to sleep, waiting to get up tomorrow morning. already ate."

"five minutes."

Wen Yan raised her wrist, looked at the time, and turned to walk to the restaurant. For the few minutes she waited, she looked at the house with her mobile phone, and thought while watching ... Well, she was almost like she was in Paris. Buy a three-bedroom home in a premium residence near the company.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the man came to the table with a steaming bun.

Wen Yi laughed out at a glance, and it was the kind of hahahaha ...

The smiling Mo Shichen did n’t know if she left Paris or because his buns were really funny. The usual restraint and elegance were gone, and she smiled on the table, and even laughed with tears. "Oh my God ... There is such an ugly bun in this world ... "

The more she laughed, the more expressionless he became.

As usual, when was he afraid of being laughed at, and no one dared to laugh at him at all? It is also because the grandson Mo is proud and conceited in his bones, and these arrogances are also supported by energy and capital.

People, the more time and energy you spend on things that you do n’t do well, the easier it is to get angry and angry, see Mo Gongzi at this moment.

He was beside him, reminding him in a cool shade, "Mrs., you beware of laughter."

After Wen Lai laughed, she slowly closed her voice. She looked disgustedly at the weird thing that did not have the shape of a bun. She reluctantly recovered her voice and commented, "It is really a man who cannot look. , It turns out to make such ugly and unkempt buns. "

Mo Shichen didn't lose his temper either. He opened the chair and sat down beside her, took a small bowl, and clamped it with chopsticks. He blew it first, and then fed it to her lips. Smiling, "Taste it."

"I'm Yan Kong and don't eat such ugly buns."

"..."

He was patient, "Ma'am, look at my hands."

She has actually seen it.

Her attention was taken away when he brought the buns just now, and she didn't notice the others, but when he fed the buns to her lips with chopsticks, she might not be able to see it.

The man quickly came to the bones, and at a glance, he knew that the hand of the noble son with a gold spoon was horrible. His fingers were scalded, the foam was scalded, and a few cuts were cut ...

Wen Yi shook his head, saying heartlessly, "The bun is so ugly, how can you tell me how to eat it?"

"..."

Mo Shichen said lightly, "Look at my face and eat."

"..."

"Do not eat."

He narrowed his eyes, and there was already a dangerous dark man in his deep eyes. "You said you were going to eat buns, and I steamed for hours."

"You have been steaming for a few years, and I don't even eat ugly."

"Okay," Mo Shichen laughed at her. Although he knew from the beginning that the woman wanted to eat buns was purely to toss him, he did it, hurt him, and was burned a few times like a fool. She refused to open her mouth and kicked her nose. "Either, you eat my ugly buns, or I feed you myself, anyway, you-Yan Kong."

Wen Yan, "... You are so embarrassed to force me to eat something so ugly and so unpalatable?"

He smiled and said, "You knew I shame the first day?"

"..."

Wen Yan ignored him.

Mo Shichen's hoarse voice coaxed her, "You should know that the reason why I started with Ye Siran's brother before was because I knew that I wouldn't use it **** you at that time, this marriage you left, I also know that you eat soft but not hard, so within the bottom line, I am still willing to use soft ... "After a few seconds, the message on his lips deepened," Madam, you wouldn't wish that I would You turn your face, eh? "

In this case, it seems that the unscrupulous coercion forced it.

"I don't eat your buns, you have to turn my face. Is this your attitude of diligence?"

He faintly corrected, "This is not a bun, this is the bun that I steamed for a few hours and steamed my hand four times."

"..."

He burned his pride with a hot hand, right?

Wen Yan was too lazy to grind with him and opened his mouth to bite the bun that had been resting on her lips.

Mo Shichen's eyes stared at her slowly chewing, watching the undisguised disbelief and raised eyebrows, and stuffing the bun directly into her mouth, said coldly, "After eating, at least give I eat five. "

Let her toss him, let her dare let him steam buns.

Wen Yan felt that she really prevented her upbringing and table manners from spitting him out, stopped chewing and swallowed the contents, and then pulled his hand with the bun away. He whispered and smiled, "Mr. Mo, if you try to make such a bad bun, you just want to sleep with me, right?"

He squinted and sneered, "Why, would you sleep with me?"

She ripped her lips. "The ugly and unpleasant bun is compared to the handsome and good-looking man. Of course, my superficial face control is the one I choose."