Chapter 909: Missing personal pillow

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Song Xi held chopsticks in his mouth and looked up suspiciously at Mo Sen's face.
That inquisitive look made Morson a little uncomfortable.
"what happened?"
Song Xi hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively: "Mosen, in which restaurant would you not have been a chef before?"
It is possible that the restaurant where Huahua edited the takeaway was the one where Mosen was the chef.
I have to say that Song Xi's brain hole is also very large.
In a word, Moson couldn't stop laughing and crying.
He stooped down and pierced Song Xi's forehead with his long fingertips: "Has the novel been written? The brain is so big."
Song Xi shouted her tongue, she also felt that her brain was a little big, how could there be such a coincidence in this world.
"Hurry up," Moson patted her head, just like a golden retriever, "Wait for me to feed you?"
Song Xi snorted: "Who wants you to feed me, I will eat it myself, eat it all, and I will not leave it for you."
Then she began to eat.
In fact, Moson really didn't plan to eat.
I ate at Song Xi's parents in the morning. According to the mermaid's appetite, he should not eat again today.
So he was just holding a bowl, and Song Xi was angry with him. He just buried himself in the dinner and didn't pay attention to whether he was eating.
After dinner, Song Xi took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Next up is the problem of sleeping.
Last night, Song Xi was still sleeping on the sofa, and Mosen was in bed.
Mo Sen wanted to pull Song Xi to bed very much. After receiving a call from her mother yesterday, Song He was in a state of trembling, so naturally he would not drag her to bed at this time.
However, things are almost resolved today, so he naturally has to work for his own welfare.
Of course, the main thing is to distress a girl who sleeps on the sofa every night.
Song Xi was laying a blanket in front of the sofa, just then, Mosen came over.
"I'm going to bed. Do you want to watch TV?"
Moson shook his head, what was so good about that boring soap opera.
"Oh, then you go to bed too, good night," she said, yawning.
However, the yawn wasn't finished yet, and Moson suddenly bent down and carried her on one shoulder with one hand.
Song Xi had half of his yawn left and didn't finish it. He was caught in his throat in half a breath, and couldn't get up, his face turned red.
Until Mosen carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the soft big bed.
She took several breaths to recover her face.
"What are you doing at night?" She almost got stuck.
Sitting on the bed, Mosen reached out and squeezed her face, saying, "Sleep."
"Sleep as soon as you sleep. Why carry me in?"
Moson thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I lack a personal pillow, how can we say that we have determined the relationship? At this time, it is time for you to sacrifice yourself."
Song Xi: "..."
So what he meant was that she wanted to sleep with him?
No, no!
"No, no, we can't." Song Xi quickly tried to climb down from the bed, but his ankle was grabbed, and it was difficult to move.
"why not."
"No, it's not." She was a conservative woman, and she slept together before she got married, too.
Sorry, she accepts incompetence.
"Oh." Moson responded lightly.
Song Xi looked at him like this and thought he would let her out.
Unexpectedly, Mosen let go of her ankle and threw her directly on the bed.