Good Morning, Dear

Liu Jian was drinking water. Suddenly, he said, a mouthful of water gushed out. Why did you pull him? What's his business?

He looked up to ask the question, and saw Mo Jianling's deep eyes. He immediately understood and suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, don't remind me. I forget that I am an old single and difficult to get married. Miss Cheng is very good. She needs a face, a degree, a good figure, a convex front and a cocked back. It doesn't look like having a child. And that skin, that skin, that skin..."

His voice is getting lower and lower. Mo Li stares at him coldly. His eyes are as cold as a knife or a sharp white blade with blood. Before, he didn't believe that his eyes can kill. Now he believes that his eyes can not only kill, but also splash blood on the spot.

He doesn't have the courage to go on. No matter how good he is, he has something to do with wool? He's just a soy sauce maker!

Afraid to carry it, he turned to the kitchen with a guilty heart: "I'll help Miss Cheng cook."

"Can you cook?" Mo Li stopped him, and Mo Jianling came to help him speak: "I can't cook. It's OK to wash vegetables. Go, Doctor Liu, give her a hand, and cultivate feelings by the way. If this thing can be done, I can also have a wedding drink."

Liu Jian went in with a stiff head, closed the door with cold eyes, shut Mo Li out and quietly asked Cheng Qingyao, "what are you playing with Mo Lao? If you play like this, you won't be afraid to kill me?"

"You're a doctor, he's a patient, he wants you to die, you won't do it first?" Cheng Qingyao heard the chat outside and didn't want to admire Mo Jianling. Is it just to catch someone?

Liu Jian rolled up his sleeves to help her wash the dishes. He saw a wisp of her hair hanging around her mouth. She was cutting shredded meat. She couldn't do it without blowing her hair. He wanted to blow her hair open. He was a doctor. He was a little bit clean and obsessive-compulsive. If he couldn't see it, he shook the water from his hands and helped her roll up her hair behind her ears.

He was pulling open the kitchen door with a "wow". His hand stopped in her ear. She turned her head calmly. It seemed that her face was almost close to his face.

Mo Li stood at the door. He looked at him and at her. He was so angry that his face turned blue and his lungs were going to explode. What are they doing? Why??? Mo Jianling asked him to chase him? Is he short-sighted? And she doesn't mean to seduce Zhang Yangfei in the company. She has to seduce Liu Jian here? Is she so short of men? Does she want men so much?

Want a man OK, isn't he a man? What's worse than Liu Jian?

Liu Jian is a doctor. He is also a doctor.

Liu Jian is 1.75 meters and he is 1.85 meters.

Liu Jian weighs 140. He's only 130.

In terms of face, he surpasses Liu Jian by several equators. In terms of figure, he counts his abdominal and chest muscles casually and is not afraid to count... Is she blind with such good conditions? She can see Zhang Yangfei and Liu Jian, but she can't see him?

His whole body was angry. He walked in step by step. Liu Jian took a step back, forcing Liu Jian to slide out like a thief: "I, I, I'll clean up the table outside." he also helped them close the door.

A heart pounded and looked at Mo Jianling's lips: "Mo Lao, you're going to kill me."

Mo Jianling smiled and waved to him, "don't be afraid. You can't die with Cheng Qingyao. I'm going to get this smelly boy now. I'll pay him back one by one in the past four years. Go get some wine and kill him later."

"He's still ill."

"Just don't die."

Liu Jian gave him a thumbs up. This is his father! Clean up the table, turn over the wine cabinet and look for wine glasses. If the wine glasses need to be washed, they dare not go into the kitchen. Take them to the bathroom and wash them slowly and wipe them slowly. How do you spend time.

However, the atmosphere in the kitchen was tense.

Mo Li stared at her angrily and poured all the dishes Liu Jian touched into the trash can: "do you know how dirty the doctor is? How many germs he carries? He doesn't have any disinfection. How dare you let him touch?"

"Isn't he your personal doctor? Hasn't he only touched you? In other words, all the germs on his body are yours, and you don't go and stay in the kitchen to poison everyone?" Cheng Qingyao picked up all the lost dishes, bought so many, and lost wool for the evening?

The trash can is a new bag. It's not dirty at all!

However, Mo Li can't stand it. If you lose it, you can still pick it up? If you lose it again, you can step on your feet and see how she picks it up. She is also bold and fat. She dares to scold him for the virus: "yes, I am a virus. Why can't I poison you? If you poison you, you can't see how you can raise flowers in water? Marrying Nan Youjin doesn't count, seducing Zhang Yangfei doesn't count. Now you still want Liu Jian? You lack men?"

"Yes, I just lack men. Every minute can't live without men. If I don't have men one day, I'll be in a panic. Also, I don't only want to raise flowers by water, but also want to make a mount and set up a memorial archway." Cheng Qingyao doesn't say it's okay. When she says it, she thinks of the old broken things. She is even more unhappy. She claps the knife heavily and pushes him hard: "Why do you care about me? Who do you care about me and who I am with? Who do you think you are? How much do you think you are cleaner than me and how much you love yourself? I stayed out all night that night, Miss Ji? Lin Xin'er, I saw him cry in your arms with my own eyes. Do you have it in terms of male and female chastity? Do you have it? Do you have it?"

Keep pushing, keep pushing.

Push, he took a step back until there was nowhere to return the kitchen cabinet.

Mo Li didn't fight back, just clenched his fist tightly and forbeared... He knew that he couldn't bear endless trouble at this time, and he really didn't even have a chance to speak in the future. However, forbearance does not mean that he has no emotions and no ideas. He wants to rush over, kiss her, hold her, and conquer her with enthusiasm

"Go back and take good care of your Lin xiner, take good care of your harem, don't take care of me, because you don't have the qualification to take care of me." Cheng Qingyao hit him when he couldn't push any more. He beat him one punch at a time until he relieved his hatred, and then turned to continue cutting meat.

He trampled on the rape. She could only shred all the remaining mushrooms and green peppers, and there was no mushroom to stew the soup.

Therefore, the shredded meat noodles will almost taste this time. The side dishes are not enough and the mood is not good. The shredded meat is cut like meat, so thick that there are no friends.

He was not in the mood to change the knife. He started the pot and fried directly. He didn't go yet. He still leaned there. He was upset when he saw him in the corner of his eye. The spatula in the pot was not cooking, but knocking on the pot and taking the pot out.

Just then he moved and came towards her. She thought he was going out. Unexpectedly, when he came behind her, he suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand from behind to hold her in his arms.

The shovel she raised was frozen in the air. She rejected his arms and didn't know how to struggle. Her heart beat "Dong Dong" out of rhythm.

At the same time, his voice came from the top of his head, choking with a trace of grievance: "All the things in the past can be forgotten. I don't remember any grudges and grudges with you. I only know that I have a different feeling for you. They can't give that feeling. That sentence is also true. If I really want to find a man, consider me, I will treat you and read you well..."