Cold CEO With Warm Love

He hook fingers, Wen Yiyi himself will obediently come over, still need him to rob?

“！” Mo Qingling grits his teeth and gives him a cruel look. He picks up his chopsticks and continues to struggle.

Wen Yiyi sits next to Mo Xiuchen, smelling the faint aroma of tobacco from him. With a slight shake, a piece of fish falls into her bowl. Wen Yiyi looks up at the owner of the chopsticks, and it's Mo Xiuchen.

He looked down at her and said in a low voice, "eat."

"Oh." Wen Yiyi nodded, did not dare to think of other, picked up chopsticks to eat obediently.

Mo Qingling is on one side, looking at the way they get along with each other. The corners of his mouth slightly draw, and he wants to speak. Then he thinks of the relationship between them and closes his mouth.

She toward Mo Xiu Chen looked several eyes, the latter is to detect out finally, see to her come over, "have something to do?"

"Yes." Mo Qing Ling should wear, saw an eye temperature to depend on, way: "finish a meal to go to your study to say."

"Well."

Wen Yiyi is eating quietly. She has just finished eating the fish in the bowl, and another piece of green vegetables is in the bowl. She looks up, and it's still Mo Xiuchen's dish.

She bit her lip, ate the vegetables into her mouth and chewed them carefully.

After a meal, Mo Qingling thinks that she is not good as a whole.

This is not a meal! It's just Live to suffer!

Helplessly looking at Mo Xiu Chen a strength son of clip vegetables for Wen Yi, the latter a strength son of eat, he clip what she eat.

Mo Qingling said that he was abused, and his heart hurt so much that after eating a bowl of food, he ate the second one.

Feeling her tummy, Mo Qingling leans lazily on the chair and looks at Wen Yiyi's small meal. She can't help but ask her, "Hello, what's your name?"

She doesn't talk about her relationship with her brother. She has to give her a name.

She will live here for three days. She has to come to eat every meal. She can't be called her all the time.

Wenyiyi heard her words Zheng for a while, the mouth of the meat swallow, just whispered a sentence: "wenyiyi."

"Wenyiyi!" Mo Qingling recited the name, then sat down to the position of Mo Xiuchen just now, stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Yiyi's face, and murmured something to himself.

Looking at Wen Yiyi with envious eyes, the little girl's skin is smooth and tender, like jelly, tut If only she had this skin.

Mo Qingling sighed a few times and looked at Wen Yiyi's little face, which turned red quickly. So, "your face is so red, have a fever?"

Said, Mo Qingling also touched Wen Yiyi's forehead.

Wen Yiyi shakes his head and dodges Mo Qingling's hand. His face is red.

"Why?" Mo Qingling saw that she dodged her hand and took it again. "Don't hide. I'll see if you have a fever. You see how red your face is!"

"No, no, I was hot, hot..." Wenyiyi quickly explained, stopped the hand that Mo Qingling wanted to extend.

"Is it?" Mo Qingling frowned, "but the living room has air conditioning on."

“……” Wen Yiyi's face is red again. Mo Qingling asks again. She doesn't answer quickly.

It's really Wen Yiyi didn't know how to answer.

Just wenyiyi low murmur of words, last night in bed to do that thing, Mo Xiuchen also stick in her ear said.

"Your face is red again! It's redder than that Mo Qingling finds something surprising and points to Wen Yiyi's red face.