Wen Yi was casually dialing something in the trunk. After waiting for a while, no one answered. She frowned and prepared to dial again.
He couldn't be in a meeting at this time. This man didn't answer the phone.
Although she guessed that it was probably because her cell phone was not nearby, Wen Yi still had an unreasonable temper.
There was a subtle blame mentality of not answering her phone calls just after they reconciled.
Before she could place her finger on the note in his address book, a sudden warmth ran down her spine. She was already being hugged from behind. Before the frightened scream could break through her throat, she felt a familiar breath on the tip of her nose. She was startled. Half-joyed, she reflexively turned around in his arms, and sure enough she saw a handsome face, looking down at her, with a light smile in his eyes.
She was stunned for a while before she heard her own voice, "Why are you acting like a ghost..."
He lowered his head and kissed her face, and said in a proud tone, "You really can't speak, honey. In this situation, it would be better to say that it fell from the sky."
“…”
Admire his face.
Mo Shichen's gaze shifted from her face to behind her, and he glanced at the things in the trunk. The corners of his lips curved deeper, "In the morning, I half-pushed and looked unhappy, but in fact, I was expecting me to come." , and actually took the initiative to purchase.”
As he spoke, he kissed the woman on the lips.
There was no deep kiss, just a brief kiss.
Wen Yi didn't avoid it, she just said with a straight face after the kiss, "You asked me to buy some ingredients and said they would be waiting for you to cook. Anyway, I'm not the one who has to cook. How could I turn into looking forward to buying them?" You? I know you are conceited, but Mr. Mo, can you stop being so sentimental all the time?"
The harder she pulled her face, the harder Mo Shichen laughed. In the end, he simply bent his shoulders and put his hands on the rear of the car behind her. In this way, she was also trapped in his arms, "I just You know, the stronger your desire to purchase and the more things you buy, the better your mood is, which is equivalent to your expectations of me."
“…”
Is there such a twisted path
Wen Yi looked at him speechlessly, curled her lips, stepped on his shoes with her foot, and said angrily, "I'm here just in time. I caught up with the coolie and picked up everything in the trunk."
"As commanded."
When he really picked up the shopping bags one by one, Wen Yi still frowned when he raised his hand to close the trunk. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "Your injury...can you mention these?"
Mo Shichen had a smile on his lips, and then replied seriously, "I can still fight with you for three hundred rounds."
“…”
She shouldn't have asked, Wen Yi didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked forward carrying her bag.
… …
After entering the house, Mo Shichen looked at the woman who was hanging clothes while changing his shoes, and asked with a low smile, "Shall we go to a restaurant outside?"
Wen Yi glanced at him when he heard this, "I'm shopping for groceries."
"You want me to do it?"
She raised her chin, "You said so yourself."
If you ask him to do it, he is so full of words, and there is no way to do it even if you want to do it.
He smiled politely and said, "Okay, you go change your clothes and I will take care of you."
Wen Yi glanced at the shopping bag placed next to his legs, said nothing, and went directly to the cloakroom.
Mo Shichen carried her shopping bag to the kitchen, took out the ingredients she was going to use tonight and put them on the counter. The others were put in the refrigerator in an orderly manner, and it was almost full by the time they were put away.
He worked alone in the kitchen for a long time, but Wen Yi didn't come out again. When he was chopping vegetables, he had a faint smile on his lips, and thought faintly that Miss Wen seemed to be trying to show off her temper, but that's all. It doesn't matter. She is willing to be a little arrogant in front of him, which is what he wants.
In fact, Wen Yi was not what he thought. She just found some clothes and was about to change into them. She touched her face and decided to take a bath. Afterwards, she would be able to eat the dinner cooked by Mr. Mo himself. , is also a refreshing thing.
When Mo Shichen started cooking, Wen Yi came into the kitchen with a cup of tea.
He heard the noise and looked back at her.
The woman who had taken a shower wore a one-shoulder burgundy sweater. Her black hair was unwashed and slightly messy, covering her thin white ears. She had also taken off her makeup after taking a shower. Her clean face was better without makeup than with makeup. He looked even younger, holding a cup of steaming tea in his jade-white hands, looking down curiously at the contents of his pot.
Rarely playful, charming, and homely.
"It will take another half an hour."
"Oh," Wen Yi put the tea in her hand aside and smiled up at him, "I was afraid you were thirsty, so I poured you some tea and put it here."
He nodded, "Yeah."
"Then you go ahead, I'll go back to the study and read for a while."
"Um."
Wen Yi heard his simple answer and couldn't help but look at him more. She saw that there was no displeasure in the man's profile. His outline was wrapped in a thin layer of gentleness and he was so handsome. His half-serious and half-careless cooking posture was not damaged at all. He had a demeanor that made the girl's heart flutter.
She pursed her lips and looked at it for a long time, and asked in a daze, "Mo Shichen, you must not be used to this kind of life, right?"
"What day?"
"Cooking and tidying up the house."
Mo Shichen smiled, "Baby, do you really think I'm a prince?"
"It's almost the same. A prince has power. If you have money, money can also buy power."
He said calmly, "Don't say that I was a poor and miserable child during the half-year period when I lost my memory in Jiangcheng. I'm afraid I had to learn a lot during the years when I was growing up. Do you think cooking is a big deal?"
She snorted and then said, "It's true that Mr. Mo can bend and stretch."
The man accepted the compliment without any courtesy, "Thank you for the compliment."
“…”
She wanted to turn around, but suddenly remembered something. She tilted her head half-way and asked with squinted eyes, "I'm talking about you. You used to send someone to send me roses every day, but as soon as we reconciled, they disappeared immediately. Do you want to show your utilitarianism?" Does it have to be so obvious?”
"I give you roses so that you will still think of me when I can't show up. The flowers are placed on your table. Every time you see them, you will remember who sent them. Now you can see When you see my people, the flowers are dispensable."
“…”
The man who was cooking vegetables looked back at her and smiled slightly, "If you like it, I will send it to you every few days. Fresh roses can bloom for a few days. It would be a waste to send them every day."
“…”
Wen Yi looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then picked up her tea and turned around and left.
She heard the man who had succeeded in teasing laugh heartily behind her.
She really didn't want to see him.