Of course, Song Qingyu didn't think of a problem at all at this time. In fact, she is no longer called Song Qingyu if she can kill Mo Beiyan.
Mo Beiyan was only a little satisfied now, but still very dissatisfied with her being so far away from him: "Sit here!"
Song Qingyu glanced at the position of his crotch. The bulging was particularly annoying. He quickly looked away, shaking his head like a rattle: "No!"
She is not stupid, she has felt that he has the power of beasts just now, what if he turns into a wolf again after a while
Mo Beiyan felt that she had glanced at a certain place, and it seemed that he could not control the tension more tightly. He leaned on the sofa with his legs overlapped, blocking the embarrassing part, and asked: "You must go to Lu's Isn’t that the purpose of getting Lu Li's hands?"
Thinking of Song Qingyu’s stubborn heart to Lu Li back then, his heart was extremely angry, and he secretly gritted his teeth. If Bai Qingyu was also hooked up by Lu Li, he probably wanted to shoot Lu Li, not to ruin Lu Li’s family. Write the name upside down!
Song Qingyu looked at Mo Beiyan strangely, and after deliberation, he was determined not to disobey the man, so as not to irritate him.
This man's temper and lower body can easily stand up at the same time!
So she said ambiguously: "What if I say yes?"
Sure enough, as soon as Song Qingyu's words came out, he immediately saw Mo Beiyan's eyes sinking.
She said with disdain: "I know what is the relationship between him and Shen Qiaoyin. I feel dirty when this kind of scumbag is given to me. How can I be so stupid?"
She still confessed.
These words made Mo Beiyan regain his sanity. From the time he saw Bai Qingyu seduce Lu Li with his own eyes at noon, a string called sanity in his mind has been breaking down, and it is only now that he suddenly thinks about it.
Yes, Lu Li and Shen Qiaoyin were still talking to him in Bai Qingyu, how could he forget? If Bai Qingyu was so stupid, then he wouldn't think she was a little fox.
After thinking it through, Uncle Mo felt relaxed and his mood improved. He asked, "Didn't you go to the supermarket? Did you buy groceries?"
I asked her if she had bought any vegetables. Obviously, Uncle Mo intends to stay here for dinner. It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and he has several hours waiting for dinner, which means he will stay here all afternoon!
Song Qingyu felt like a dog in his heart!
She didn't have a good mood to cook for him, and the aunt's waist was a little sore when she was coming, which made her even more unconcerned.
After yawning delicately, Song Qingyu stood up and said, "Eat takeaway at night!"
She turned around and went to the dining table to pack up the things she had just bought, and took out the bag of her aunt's towel to take a nap.
Mo Beiyan's gaze followed her. Seeing that she was packing the things in her shopping bag, she seemed to have no ingredients, and her face sank again: "I've all gone to the supermarket, why don't you buy groceries by the way?"
"Da Mo... Brother Mo..." Song Qingyu almost called "Uncle Mo" again, touched his stern eyes, swallowed and changed his mouth quickly: "You didn't tell me you are coming over for dinner, I thought you After lunch with the beauty, I should go to the movies in the afternoon, and then have dinner together. Who knows you are coming?"
After all, she was very responsive to this in her heart!
Of course, Song Qingyu himself did not understand where this kind of diaphragm should come from. Anyway, when he saw Mo Beiyan in the restaurant at noon, his completely unfamiliar gaze flicked over her as if he had never known her before, and then Lilian said again. Because of that woman's identity, Song Qingyu's mood has been very upset.
Mo Beiyan didn't expect her tone to be a little sour. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her heart suddenly became bright, her eyebrows eased, and she officially announced: "I will not go to the company this afternoon, I will eat here."
Song Qing: "..."
The uncle is the uncle, but is there any way to make this house his, this stinky man or her future boss
Anyway, I have to eat too, bear it!
"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice." She said coldly.
Mo Beiyan also stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said frankly: "You take a nap and I will go to the supermarket. When you grow up, it is not good for you to always eat takeaway! Your height still has room for growth. , Must eat well."
Song Qingyu rolled his eyes.
To put it so nicely, as if he went to buy vegetables and cook to add nutrition to her, buying them back is not to enslave her into the kitchen!
This Uncle Mo's face is too thick, she mentioned Ye Bingqing, he didn't even explain it
Feeling unhappy to the extreme, Song Qingyu turned around and entered his room, closing the door with a "bang".
Huh, stay here to eat at night
Okay, she does.
Wait for her!
Mo Beiyan's mood became much more relaxed, but where did he notice that Song Qingyu's mood was not right? He thought she was fooling around, the little girl's temper, just coaxing.
He changed his shoes and went out, took the key and cell phone to the supermarket.
As soon as I walked downstairs, the cell phone came in.
Looking at the caller ID, Mo Beiyan frowned, but had to answer, "Grandma?"
What was said on the other end of the phone.
Mo Beiyan said patiently, "I have seen it."
His breath slowly turned gloomy: "Grandma, this is my own business, I have a sense of measure."
"I know."
"Next time."
"I'm busy, hang up first."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Beiyan's good mood suddenly disappeared.
Song Qingyu woke up, and when he came out, he saw Mo Beiyan still at the small table in the living room near the balcony. Even if he didn't go to the company, he was still busy racing against time, staring at the notebook and didn't know what he was doing, typing with slender fingers. Fast, like a shadowless hand.
What this man does is very high-end, very seductive.
But Song Qingyu glanced at her, and her mood was relieved when she slept again.
I went to the refrigerator to get a drink, and found that the refrigerator was full, and there was at least four or five days of food!
She froze for a moment, pressed her displeased heart, took out the orange juice and poured a glass.
"Pour me a glass." Mo Beiyan didn't lift his head, nor turned his back to Song Qingyu.
Song Qing: "..."
Dare to treat her as the mother of the family
Ignoring him, Song Qingyu turned back to the room with orange juice, preparing to review politics and prepare for the exam next week.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mo Beiyan finally turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly. But the next second, his lips twitched slightly, and he said to himself: "The temper is not small."
For the sake of being a little girl, he didn't care about it.
At half past five, Song Qingyu came out of the room, went to the refrigerator to pick some ingredients, and simply made one meat, one vegetarian, and one soup.
When it was done, Mo Beiyan consciously came over to wash his hands and serve the dishes. This is already a habit between them.
However, he couldn't help being stunned when he saw the weight of the dishes, put the plate on the table, and asked back, "Why are there so few?"