With that said, before Nan Fengxiao answered, Murphy had already walked to the kitchen.
While walking, he tied up his long hair at will, rolled up his sleeves, and was busy in the kitchen in a decent way.
Nan Fengxiao also got up, followed Murphy all the way into the kitchen, leaning against the door, and staring indifferently at the little figure busy back and forth in the kitchen.
He had eaten dinner, but looking at such a scene, he felt inexplicably happy.
"I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you!" Murphy muttered to herself, smiling sweetly at Nan Feng Xiao.
Every movement of Murphy was as if he had done it thousands of times, unusually skilful.
Nan Feng Xiao frowned, remembering that Mo Xiangyang said that she had a bad time since she left home, so she learned how to cook
The former lady who didn't touch the sun with her ten fingers actually cooked!
Suddenly, Nan Fengxiao raised his foot and walked over, stretched out his uninjured hand, gently hugged Morphy's waist from behind, and put his chin on Morphy's shoulder.
Murphy's movements became stiff, looking at a hand on her waist, and looking at the hand that Nan Feng Xiaodang on one side without a trace, the bitterness in her throat was endless.
"What's the matter? I'm cooking." It took a long time for Morphy to find her voice, and smiled lightly and looked at Nan Fengxiao.
Nan Fengxiao didn't speak, but kept rubbing/tapping Murphy with his jaw. The light and good smell of his body was mixed with the faint smell of tobacco, which kept lingering on the tip of Murphy's nose, disturbing people's mind.
Morphy put the knife down, turned around, looked at Nan Feng Xiao seriously, and said softly, "Nan Feng Xiao, your mother has left Mo's house."
"Yeah." Nan Feng Xiao said faintly, which surprised Morphy for a long time.
Hearing that my mother left Mo's family was just a... Such a reaction
"your mom-"
"I went there." Nan Fengxiao obviously didn't want to continue this topic with her, squeezed her unhappy, and then said: "Hurry up, I want to eat."
Murphy glared at him, but speeded up her hand to make face for him.
I’m injured, eat less chili instead of coriander...
Murphy is very careful, as long as it is the food that affects wound recovery, Murphy is very careful not to put it in.
After a while, the hot noodles were out of the pot. It was too hot, and Morphy turned around to find the towel. After turning around, Nan Fengxiao had already walked to the living room with one hand.
Morphy put down the towel, followed by walking up, and handed the chopsticks to Nan Fengxiao.
This was the first time she cooked for him.
Taking the chopsticks, Nan Fengxiao lowered his head and ate, eating with gusto, and in the end there was no soup left.
Morphy handed him the tissue, but Nan Fengxiao didn't take it, and his deep black eyes stared at Mophie motionlessly.
Murphy curled her mouth, stood up gently, and gently helped Nan Fengxiao wipe the corners of her mouth across the table.
Childish man!
Seeing that she was about to withdraw her hand, Nan Feng Xiao grasped Murphy's hand as soon as she saw the opportunity, and one forcefully pulled the person into his arms.
"Ah—" Murphy did not expect him to be like this suddenly, and almost touched his injured hand, and quickly opened Nan Feng Xiao's sleeve to see if the wound was torn.
Nan Fengxiao watched her series of movements, staring at Murphy with pure black eyes, allowing her to check his wounds over and over again.
Fortunately, looking at the better bandaged wound, Murphy was completely relieved.
The moment he raised his head, he found Nan Fengxiao staring at him with a chill on his face.
Morphy's body stiffened, and silently retracted his hand, silently watching Nan Feng Xiao.
"It's just a small injury." Suddenly, Nan Fengxiao squeezed out a smile, touched Morphy's cold and pale face, and said in a low and sexy voice.