Chapter 195: Dry mouth

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Feng Sujin ran to the kitchen and said with surprise: "Mo Han, are you back? When did you come back, I didn't find it!"
"Mo Han, Mo Han, why don't you talk, you ignore me ..."
Feng Sujin kept jumping around on both sides of Jun Mohan, watching him, and constantly talking.
Jun Mohan turned his head to see Feng Sujin cheerfully like the child, his expression slowly, "You say so much, how can I answer you, go to the party, dinner will be just fine."
Feng Sujin wanted to stay with Jun Mohan for a while, reached out and hugged his waist from behind, "You just ignored me."
When he said this, Feng Sujin's voice had more grievances and more grievances.
Jun Mohan shook his head and laughed, and sighed helplessly in his heart. During this time, he really felt spoiled.
But who made him willing to pamper and to be used to, so her temper, no matter what, he suffered.
"Good, I haven't ignored you. I'm not busy cooking. There's so much smoke here. Don't stay in the kitchen."
Feng Sujin still held Jun Mohan's waist and said, "I originally bought vegetables and wanted to cook. I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
"Well, it's early to get off work on Friday."
Feng Sujin's eyes brightened, "Tomorrow and tomorrow weekend, you can be at home right?"
Every day Jun Mohan is very busy. Before the weekend, he also worked overtime. The two really spent little time together, but when they were together, Jun Mohan was extremely fond of Feng Sujin.
No wonder she loves him.
Since the two became real husband and wife, some intimate things have come naturally, and the relationship seems to have made some breakthroughs.
But neither was a person who explored how much their relationship was, and both felt that it was better to let it go.
Of course, Feng Sujin came out of Jun Mohan's true temperament, and occasionally he was sticky.
He just couldn't bear all the people she loved, only he could.
Jun Mohan brought the dish out and looked back at Feng Sujin. The rose-colored eyes glowed with charm. He opened his lips and said, "Want me to be at home on the weekend?"
Feng Sujin nodded hard. In fact, she was lonely in her bones and had no sense of security. Now that her father is unconscious and her sister is in Nanliu City in the south, the most important person around her is Jun Mohan.
She likes to be with him.
Jun Mohan patted Su Jinjin's head, "I will be with you tomorrow and tomorrow, okay?"
This tone seemed to coax a child, as if the most natural tone, as if Jun Mohan had said many times.
Feng Sujin smiled happily, her eyes narrowed, making her whole body brighter.
Jun Mohan's eyes were dark, but he saw the food next to him and continued to cook.
After dinner, Feng Sujin rushed to clean up the table, but Jun Mohan didn't let her do it.
On the one hand, it was distressed, on the other hand, he would be tired of what he was going to do later, so she could not be tired now.
Jun Mohan wiped his hands, walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
Feng Sujin wondered, "How did you close it?"
As soon as she asked, when she looked up and faced the gloomy eyes of Shang Junhan, her whole body seemed to be lit.
She felt that Jun Mohan didn't need to do anything, just a look could make her mouth dry.
Such a look, she is naturally familiar.
"Mo ... Mo Han ..."
As soon as Feng Sujin was about to stand up, Jun Mohan was caught in his arm by one hand.
"Where to go, eh?"