She leaned against the door frame of the kitchen. From her angle, she could only see the man standing there, with his back to her, steam rising from in front of him, making the sound of boiling water.
He just stood and didn't move, maybe making soup
Wen Yi's movement of eating the banana was actually no more than the sound of boiling soup in the pot, but Mo Shichen was keen, and he noticed it within less than ten seconds after she stood there, and turned to look at her.
She was wearing a nightgown underneath, with small suspenders, and the hem was above her knees. It was milky white and had two layers. The outside was a layer of white gauze, and she wore a thin cashmere plaid shawl with tassels on the outside. The ends of her hair had reached past her shoulders. The collarbone is a little messy, but it has a casual style.
She doesn't belong to the kind of person who... looks like someone who wants to sleep with her. She has a sexier figure. After all, her bust is limited. But from a visual point of view, she has a kind of pure gentleness that cannot be replaced by others.
Wen Yi ate a banana without blinking, and then threw the banana peel neatly and accurately into the trash can. She raised her lips and said sarcastically, "Master Mo, if I really want to wait for your buns, It seems that I can only wait until the Qingming Festival next year or the anniversary of my death before I can be lucky enough to be worshiped."
Mo Shichen, “…”
His face was dark and gloomy, and his tone was not good, "You go and sit in the restaurant, the horse can eat."
He usually has a lot of patience, but these few hours have been almost exhausted.
"Oh," her tone was cold, "How long is it? I've been sleeping all night and I woke up hungry and didn't even have to eat. Why don't I eat a few more bananas and go back to sleep and wait until I get up early tomorrow?" I've eaten."
"five minutes."
Wen Yi raised her wrist, glanced at the time, and then turned and walked to the restaurant. During the few minutes of waiting, she looked at the house with her mobile phone, thinking while looking... Well, she was almost the same as when she was in Paris, near the company. Buy a three-bedroom apartment in a high-end residence.
Five minutes passed quickly, and the man came to the table with steaming steamed buns.
Wen Yi laughed out loud when she saw it, and it was like hahaha...
The smiling Mo Shichen didn't know whether it was because she left Paris or because his buns were really funny. All of his usual reserve and elegance was gone. He was laughing so hard that he fell on the table and even burst into tears, "Oh my god." … There are such ugly buns in this world…”
The more she smiled, the more expressionless he became.
Normally, when would he be afraid of being laughed at? And no one dared to laugh at him. Was he looking for death? It's also because Mr. Mo is arrogant and conceited at his core, and these conceitions are supported by confidence and capital.
Humans, the more time and energy they spend on something they fail to do well, the easier it is to become angry and angry. See Mr. Mo at this moment.
He was on the side, reminding me coolly, "Madam, be careful of laughing."
Wen Yi slowly stopped laughing after she finished laughing. She looked at the weird thing that had no shape of a bun at all with a look of disgust on her face. She managed to regain a steady voice and commented, "It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. Wan is as handsome as Young Master Mo." It’s crazy that people can make such ugly and disgusting buns.”
Mo Shichen didn't lose his temper. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. He took a small bowl and picked up a "bump" with chopsticks. He blew it first and then put it to her lips. He smiled and said, "Have a taste."
"I'm a face-conscious person and I won't eat such ugly buns."
“…”
He said patiently, "Madam, look at my hands."
She has actually seen it.
When he brought the bun over just now, her attention was drawn away and she didn't notice the other person, but when he brought the bun to her lips with chopsticks, she would have to be blind to not see it.
The man's sharp-jointed hands were so beautiful that one could tell he was a nobleman holding a silver spoon in his mouth. His hands were already in terrible shape. His fingers were burned and blistered, and there were several cuts...
Wen Yi shook her head and said carelessly, "How can I eat the buns with such ugly hands?"
“…”
Mo Shichen said calmly, "Just look at my face and eat."
“…”
"Don't eat."
He squinted his eyes, and there was already a dangerous dark glow in his deep eyes, "You said you wanted to eat steamed buns, and I steamed them for several hours."
"You have been steamed for several years, and I won't eat it even if it looks ugly."
"Okay," Mo Shichen laughed angrily at her. Although he began to know that this woman wanted to eat steamed buns just to torment him, he did it and was injured. He even got burned a few times like an idiot. She even refused to open her mouth, squeezing her nose and saying, "Either you eat my ugly buns, or I feed myself to you. Anyway, you are the face control one."
Wen Yi said, "...you have the nerve to force me to eat such ugly and unpalatable food?"
He smiled and said, "The first day you knew I was shameless?"
“…”
Wen Yi ignored him.
Mo Shichen's gentle voice coaxed her, "You should know that the reason why I attacked Ye Siran's brother before was because I knew that I would not use force on you at that time. You have decided to divorce this marriage, but I also know that you prefer soft things to hard things, so within the bottom line, I am still willing to use soft methods with you..." After a pause for a few seconds, the message on his lips deepened, "Madam, you don't want me to fall out with you. Right, huh?"
These words seemed to be coaxing and coercing without any concealment.
"I won't eat your buns, but you want to fall out with me. Is this your attentive attitude?"
He corrected lightly, "This is not a steamed bun. This is a steamed bun that I steamed for several hours and ironed four times."
“…”
He felt proud after burning his hands, right
Wen Yi was too lazy to chat with him, so she opened her mouth and took a bite of the bun that was already leaning against her lips.
Mo Shichen's deep eyes were fixed on her slowly chewing movements, looking at the undisguised disgust and frowning eyebrows, he stuffed the bun directly into her mouth, and said coldly, "After eating, at least give me I’ll eat five.”
Let her torment him, let her dare him to steam buns.
Wen Yi felt that she was really hindering her upbringing and table manners in not spitting it out for him. She stopped chewing and swallowed the stuff in her mouth. Then she pushed away his hand that was still holding the bun. He choked and said with a smile, "Master Mo, you tried every means to make such unpalatable buns, are you actually trying to sleep with me?"
He narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Why, are you willing to sleep with me?"
She pulled her lips and said, "If an ugly and unpalatable bun is to be with a handsome man with a big body and a good body, of course I will choose the latter one for my superficial appearance control."
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