Beloved of Bossy President

"Still want to eat that?" Mu Son Jin doesn't know when already walked to her side, soft voice asks.

In fact, the voice is really nice. On such a night, like the wind, she nodded subconsciously: "I haven't eaten for a long time."

"If you want to, it's still early." His eyes softened, and his voice was a little bit warmer than others: "it's better to change one."

Mingke wanted to nod, but suddenly remembered who was standing beside him and talking to her, and the smile on his lips suddenly solidified.

She thought that there would be no second time in her life.

However, Mu Zijin's idea seems quite different from her.

"It's still early now. Maybe they haven't finished chatting. They'll go back after eating." Mu Zijin didn't give her the chance to refuse at all. She took her hand and strode across the street.

It's not good for anyone to go to the street and yell at the green light.

So after fame can't earn his big hand, it can only keep up with his pace and go to the opposite street first.

But unexpectedly, her compromise went directly to the door of a big stall. He didn't let her go until he sat down and ordered a good meal.

Mingke put his left hand in front of him. When he saw it, he was very angry. The bastard caught her hand red! It's killing her.

"It's you who don't listen first." Mu Zijin, sitting opposite, didn't miss her little move. His eyes were tinged with a little pleasant light, and his voice was not as cold as it was at the beginning: "if you hadn't been struggling all the way, I didn't need to hold it so hard."

Mingke glared at him and complained. Besides his rudeness, he also complained about his attitude towards her now.

It's clear that this has happened. After the scam is broken, how can he still concentrate on talking and laughing with her like those things never happened?

"Do you mind?" She droops the eyelid, Mu Son Jin but stare at her small face, suddenly so asked to export: "I thought you are not the same thing."

In fact, her performance is really enough to make people praise. She doesn't cry, doesn't make noise, and even doesn't care. If she doesn't face him alone now, he looks at her with a little resentment. Even he thinks that she can really do it without heart and lungs, and it's not a good thing at all.

Mingke's heart is a little blocked. It is clear that he is not the one to blame. Now he is blaming her instead. Is this man's thinking a little strange?

But she just moved her lower lip and swallowed all the words back to her stomach. What he thought was his business. She didn't have to tangle with him any more. She shut up and stopped talking.

Mu Zijin no longer said anything, but his eyes fell on her face from time to time, not hot. He just looked at it lightly, and thought everyone was not the same thing. This matter was wiped away, OK?

Just, the little woman in the line of sight didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end, which still made him a little stuffy and unspeakable.

Before long, the waiter brought up the dishes Mu Zijin ordered, including stir fried snails, fermented bean curd, macaroni, pepper and salt spareribs, and a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Name can be in the heart slightly surprised next, can't help but raise head Piao Mu Son Jin one eye: "you still dare to eat this?"

Isn't it that being bitten by a snake in the morning and afraid of grass rope for ten years? He stayed in the hospital for a few days after taking this last time, and now he really has no shadow in his heart?

"Why not? It's the first time we've had a snack together. You ordered it Mu Zijin casually threw out such two sentences, opened the lid of the pot, filled a bowl of porridge and pushed it in front of her, "today I changed a family, to see if the taste of this family will be better than that one."

He also filled a bowl for himself. Seeing that she didn't do it, he had a pleasant light at the moment. At last, a little smile appeared on his lips: "are you afraid? I'll try it for you first

He took a spoon, took a mouthful, just blew it gently and put it in his mouth. After a moment, he glanced at Mingke and said with a smile, "it's much better than the last one. The taste of the last one can only be described as horror. You have a bad eye and don't know how to pick it up."

Mingke pursed his lips and looked at him again. Then he lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge and swallowed it.

It's not salty, it's a little fragrant, it's not heavy, it's light, it's just right for her, it's much better than the heavy taste of the last family.

Looking at the dishes in front of her, although they were all the most common and cheapest dishes, she seemed to have never eaten them for a long time. Now she started to move her fingers and couldn't help holding chopsticks. She put a snail on her lips and took a sip.

"Delicious." Her eye ground twinkles a little surprise, looking at Mu Zi Jin, a whole night when facing him at present of guard and cold, at this time already in inadvertently scatter many, she says: "you try."

Mu Son Jin light saw her one eye, Mou son slowly dye a little warmth, don't speak, took chopsticks to the snail clip up to the lip to gather together.

But his movements are much slower than Mingke's waist, so he can't learn to suck in with chopsticks like her.Seeing that he was in a hurry with chopsticks for several times, he always swallowed the whole snail in his mouth and couldn't master the skill completely. Mingke finally couldn't help picking up the chopsticks and picking up another one and looking at him: "look at my action, look at the place where I clamp. Don't use too much force when sucking. Gently, yes, that's it."

The two men took a breath at the same time, and the snail meat was sucked into the mouth by them.

Mu Zijin throws the shell of snail down, clip another one, according to what she just taught, a light suction, this time, very successful.

I don't know if it's because she's around. These things, which usually don't look in the eye, are delicious and juicy.

He opened his lips and was in a good mood.

It's just that this time I accidentally picked a bad one, so I immediately got mud all over my mouth.

As soon as he sank his eyes, his face suddenly became strange. Subconsciously, he opened his mouth and wanted to vomit.

Mingke blinked and immediately called out: "you are your son. Don't vomit in the street. It's so unsightly!"

This words let Mu Son Jin one Zheng, turn head to look at her, the mouth is full of mud, she doesn't let him vomit, he also isn't for face, just pure obedience, so Zheng Zheng ground looking at her, the eye is full of grievance, a delicate pretty handsome face because full of mud that disgusting feeling, rise extremely ugly.

Mingke could endure for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing: "I'm joking with you, how can you still be as stupid as you used to be!"

Not noticing how casual she was when she said these words, she took a paper towel and folded it. She came to his lips and said, "spit it out, do you really want to swallow the dirty things?"