If he can't see that her guilty conscience is really wasting his time in the judicial world, if Miss Zhao commits a crime in the future, it's better to keep silent, otherwise it will be revealed in a few words.
"Let's go." He suddenly stepped forward, suppressing the feeling that was secretly rippling in his heart, the ripples caused by her small thoughts and her words "My husband".
"Where to go?" Mo Sheng asked after him. It wasn't his house, um, the direction of their house.
"Have a meal."
Have a meal? Mo Sheng hurriedly followed his fast pace: "...Let's go back to eat, shall we? Let's go to the supermarket to buy food first, it's not too late."
When did she learn to cook? For whom again
Yi Chen hesitated, his voice suddenly lowered ten degrees: "No need."
No need, no need, but... Can you not go so fast.
"Yi Chen, slow down." Mo Sheng panted slightly, grabbing his sleeves with his hands naturally, without realizing how intimate such an action was.
Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat, and when he lowered his head, he saw that her fair fingers were fastened to the sleeves of his iron-gray suit.
Without saying anything, he slowed down.
He walked into a small alley and walked into a very ordinary restaurant. Mo Sheng looked around the shop curiously, but could not see anything special. But having said that, the more inconspicuous the place is, the easier it is to find delicious food. It must be good that Yi Chen would bring her here.
The boss greeted him warmly: "Mr. He, it's been a long time."
Mo Sheng was extremely surprised that he actually spoke the Y city dialect.
"I've been busy recently." Yi Chen also replied in dialect.
The boss looked at Mo Sheng curiously: "Mr. He, this young lady is your girlfriend? It's the first time I saw you bring your girlfriend here. She's very beautiful."
Yi Chen smiled: "Where. This is my wife."
"Madam? Mr. He is married?"
The boss shouted, exclaimed twice, and turned to Mo Sheng, "Mrs. He, you are so lucky to marry someone like Mr. He. Where is Mrs. He from?"
"I'm from City Y too." Mo Sheng understood, but couldn't speak the dialect. Because her mother was a foreigner, the family always spoke Mandarin.
The boss took out the menu while chatting gossip. Yi Chen motioned for Mo Sheng to order, Mo Sheng took it and looked over it, and found that the signature dishes in this shop were all related to bamboo shoots, chicken with sliced bamboo shoots, shredded pork with fresh bamboo shoots, stir-fried sauerkraut with fresh bamboo shoots... This is not surprising, Y The city was rich in bamboo shoots, and now it is in season.
She loves bamboo shoots, but... don't order it.
After a while, I ordered the dishes and handed the list to the boss. The boss looked at it and said accusingly, "Mrs. He, you are also from City Y, why don't you eat bamboo shoots?"
Is it weird not to eat bamboo shoots? Yi Chen wouldn't eat it. When we ate together before, he always said that bamboo shoots had a strange taste, and she wouldn't take a bite no matter how she lied.
"... Mr. He orders it every time he comes."
The dishes were served one after another, but Yi Chen's chopsticks never touched the bamboo shoots.
Mo Sheng said abruptly, "Why don't you eat it? The boss said..." Suddenly she couldn't continue.
He orders every time he comes, why
Yi Chen was silent, and spoke for a long time, with only four words: "It is hard to be kind."
She happened to have a piece of bamboo shoots in her mouth, but she could no longer taste the fresh sweetness, and swallowed it, as Yi Chen said, there was a strange taste.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the boss was greeting the customers who had just come to the door warmly in Mandarin in Y City, and loudly trumpeting how delicious the shop's signature dishes were.
real.
Kindness is difficult.
"Aren't you going back?" Mo Sheng asked hesitantly after walking out of the small restaurant, holding the key Yi Chen gave her.
"I'm going to the office, there are still some things to deal with." Yi Chen said lightly.
"Oh." The key was tightly clenched in his hand, "Then when are you coming back?"
Yi Chen looked at her with a strange light in his eyes: "You want to wait for me?"
"... Hmm." Mo Sheng nodded, and then explained the reason in a nonchalant manner, "Your key is with me."
"There are spares in the office, you don't have to wait for me." He withdrew his gaze on her, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or what, his tone was even lighter, and even a little self-deprecating, "I'm not used to making people wait. ."
When I go back, the room is deserted.
It's eleven o'clock again.
Yi Chen opened the door, his fingers habitually touched the switch on the wall, but stopped when he was about to press it.
the light is on.
He put down his hands and looked around the room, the TV was on, but no one was there.
He walked over to turn off the TV, and when he passed the sofa, he caught a glimpse of the sleeping person curled up above, and stopped abruptly.
Yi Chen stared at that sleeping face, really wanting to wake her up and scold her.
Sleeping on the sofa on such a cold day, does she have a brain
Mingming was angry and annoyed, but he could only bend down and carefully pick her up from the sofa.
The soft body filled his empty embrace, and the warm breath breathed softly on his icy suit.
Over the years, I never dared to imagine that there would be a day when she would be so close to her fingertips that Mo Sheng would completely belong to him as soon as she stretched out her hand and lowered her head.
She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks rubbed against her soft cheeks, she was still warm after sleeping outside for so long.