Chapter 817: "The better you feel, the more you expect from me."

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When Mo Shichen's car was quickly parked into the parking space, the phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and was preparing to answer, but looked up at the parking space diagonally forward. A woman's figure had already jumped into his eyes. He He paused, opened his lips, and laughed silently.
Wen Zheng was carelessly flicking the contents of the trunk, and after a while no one answered, she frowned, ready to dial again.
He wouldn't be in a meeting at this time. The man didn't answer the phone.
Although Guess also knows that most of the cell phone is not nearby, Wen Ye still has a irrational temper or two.
There is a kind of subtle blame for not reconciling her calls.
Before she could point her finger on the memo of his address book, her back was suddenly warm. She was surrounded by her back. The scream of fright had not yet broken her throat. The tip of her nose had touched the familiar atmosphere. She was shocked. Half-happy, conditioned reflexes turned around in his arms, and sure enough he saw a handsome face, looking down at her, with a shallow smile under his eyes.
She paused for a while before hearing her voice, "How are you like a ghost ..."
He bowed his head and kissed her face, his tone of pride was, "You really can't speak, baby, it's better to say" from the sky "in this case."
"..."
Worship his face.
Mo Shichen's gaze shifted from her face to behind her, and she scanned the contents of the trunk, and her lip angle became deeper. "In the morning, I was half-pushing, and I looked unhappy. In fact, I was looking forward to me. , Really took the initiative to purchase. "
As he spoke, he kissed the woman's lips.
No deep kiss, just kissed the kiss.
Wen Ye didn't avoid it, just pulled his face after kissing, "It was you who asked me to buy some ingredients and said to wait for you to cook, anyway, it wasn't me who made the meal. How can I become hopeful when I buy You? I know you're conceited, but Grandpa Mo, can you not be passionate all the time? "
The more she pulled her face, Mo Shichen laughed even harder. In the end, she simply bent her shoulders and put her hand on the back of the car behind her. In this way, she was also wrapped in his arms. "I only You know, the stronger your desire to purchase and the more you buy, the better your mood is, which is equivalent to what you expect of me. "
"..."
Still have such a twisted path?
Wen Zheng looked at him silently, slicked his mouth, lifted his foot and stepped on his shoe. There was no good way to say, "It just happened, I caught up with the coolies, and carried everything in the trunk."
"Observe."
When he really squeezed the shopping bags into his hands one by one, Wen Ye raised his eyebrows when he raised his hand to close the trunk and hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Your injury ... can you mention these?"
Mo Shichen picked out a few smiles and immediately answered, "I can accompany you for three hundred rounds."
"..."
She shouldn't have asked, Wen Ye didn't want to ignore him anymore, and walked to the front with his bag.
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After entering the room, Mo Shichen looked at the woman who was hanging clothes while changing his shoes, and asked with a low smile, "Let's go to the restaurant outside?"
Wen Yan heard him give him a glance, "I bought vegetables."
"Want me to do it?"
She raised her chin. "You said it."
He had to do it, so full of words, no water, no door.
He smiled, "Okay, go and change clothes. I'll wait for you."
Wen Zheng glanced at the shopping bag next to his leg, and said nothing, but went straight to the cloakroom.
Mo Shichen brought her shopping bag to the kitchen, took out the ingredients to be used tonight and put it on the counter, and put the other methodically in the refrigerator, which was almost full when it was finished.
He was busy working alone in the kitchen for a long time, but did not see Wen Ye come out again. When he cut vegetables, he smiled lightly on his lips and was distracted. Miss Wen seemed to want to make his temper cold, but why? It's okay, she was willing to pride himself in front of him.
In fact, Wen Ye didn't think what he thought. She just found her clothes and was ready to change. She touched her face and decided to take a bath. After a while, she could eat dinner made by Grandpa Mo himself. It is also a refreshing thing.
When Mo Shichen started to cook, Wen Ye brought a cup of tea into the kitchen.
He heard the movement and looked back at her.
The woman after bathing wore a burgundy sweater with a single shoulder, her black hair was not washed, and her white ears were slightly messy. She also removed her makeup after taking a shower. He looked even younger, with a cup of steaming green tea in his white, jade hands, looking down and curiously at the contents of his pot.
Rare playful, style, and home.
"Wait another half an hour."
"Oh," Wen Yan set aside the tea in his hand, and smiled at him with his face up. "Afraid of your thirst, I poured tea for you and put it here."
He nodded. "Um."
"Then you go on, I'll go back to the study and read the book."
"Ok."
After listening to his brief answer, Wen Yan could not help but look at him more, but saw that the man's side face was not displeased, the outline was wrapped in a thin layer of gentleness, and he was so handsome. His temperament looked like a girl's heart.
She pursed her lips for a while, and then she asked, "Mo Shichen, shouldn't you be used to these days?"
"What day?"
"Cooking and cleaning the house."
Mo Shichen laughed, "Baby, are you really a prince?"
"Almost, the prince has the right. You have the money, and you can buy the money."
He said faintly, "Don't say that my amnesia in Jiangcheng was a poor and desolate child. I was afraid that there would be a lot of things to learn in those years when I grew up. Do you think it is too much to cook?"
She whispered, and then said, "It's true that Grandpa Mo can flex and stretch."
The man was polite at all compliment, "praise praise."
"..."
She wanted to turn around, but suddenly thought of something. She asked her head half-wryly, "I said you, I sent someone to send me roses every day before. Once you make up, it will be gone immediately. Do you want to show your utilitarian heart? Is it so obvious? "
"I give you roses to make you think of me when I can't show up. The flowers are on your table. Every time you see them, you will remember who sent them. Now you can see them. To my people, the flowers are dispensable. "
"..."
The man who was cooking was looking back at her with a slight smile. "If you like it, I will send it to you every few days. Fresh roses can also be opened for a few days. It is a waste to send every day."
"..."
Wen Zheng looked at him blankly for a while, then took her tea and turned around.
Hearing the teasing man laughed behind her again.
She really didn't want to see him.