"A person who was able to cut off my custom-made anklet equipment ten months ago, actually stays wherever he wants, and leaves whenever he wants, including the rest room here, isn't it?"
When he said the last sentence, Feng Nai's eyes no longer had any warmth.
Thinking of the possibility that, like the previous ten months, there would be no one waking up, and everything would be empty, it was hard for him not to talk like this.
Mo Bei heard his unease under the cold, and stirred the white porcelain bowl, his handsome face was a little bookish under the morning light.
She turned her face sideways and pushed the white porcelain bowl. Under the black eyelashes were light-colored eyes: "Let's have breakfast first, and we will talk after eating."
In other words, Mo Bei's bowl of tofu noodles was made for Feng Nai.
He likes to eat fried dough sticks like this, but he thinks it's too childish to eat like this, so no one knows about it except the old man.
So when someone pushed the white porcelain bowl towards him, Feng Nai didn't continue to mock her, and sat next to her, with his shirt tied on one hand, neither said to eat nor said not to eat, his whole body It also contains water vapor, which is even more expensive for abstinence.
Mo Bei always dealt with him, picked up disposable bamboo chopsticks, and was about to take back the bowl.
Feng Nai pressed her hand first, and then ate without saying a word.
As a graduate of a chef technical school, it is also a sense of accomplishment to watch someone you like eat the meals you feed yourself.
Feng Nai's eating habits are gentle, even so, it can be seen that he really likes it.
It's just that the deep-fried dough sticks soaked in the bowl are not edible at all. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Bei.
Mo Bei took the bowl in his hand and changed it to a bowl of millet porridge: "You can only eat one fried dough stick."
Feng Nai didn't listen to her.
Mo Bei put down the wooden chopsticks, his eyes fell.
Feng Nai didn't know why his hands stopped, and he would probably get used to pretending to be milky, otherwise, according to the current situation, there was no need for him to be like before, he would listen to everything she said.
However, even his body was used to "obedience". As soon as her eyes came over, he automatically stopped.
Feng Nai frowned, he couldn't go on like this.
However, thinking this way, he didn't move his hand. Instead, under her increasingly cold gaze, he didn't know when he took it back.
Feng Nai frowned even more, what's wrong with him, afraid of her
It's just a fantasy.
Before he could say anything coldly.
Mo Bei had already dug up a big bun with bamboo chopsticks, removed the stuffing and left the skin and put it on his empty plate. Seeing that he didn't move, he picked it up again, and touched his lips: "You have a bad stomach! , the morning is still light.”
Feng Nai is notoriously picky about food. He likes to eat buns but not stuffing.
But he never said such a thing, he would just not eat it because it was too troublesome to eat.
Lin Keng Keng also hates stuffing stuffing, that guy has a thick skin, he will hug someone's long legs and act like a baby for such a thing.
When they were still living together, Feng Nai saw that someone patiently picked out all the stuffing, and even held it with one hand and fed it to his younger brother. The disabled even had to be fed a bun. At that time What he did was to take his younger brother out of Hei Yan, put him in the car, and let Old Wang take him wherever he should go.
Didn't say he liked it too...
Feng Nai took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun in her hand with lowered eyes, "How do you know, I like to eat like this?"
Mo Bei narrated without expression: "Once I was about to feed my little milk, you kept looking at me pitifully, as if saying, I want to eat too, why did you only feed him and not me."
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(end of this chapter)