Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

"OK, you can do it yourself."

Mo Fenglin put down his chopsticks, leaned back, and raised his curved chin slightly, "eat."

Qiao xiaonuo was also hungry. The food in front of her was emitting an attractive aroma, which was constantly tempting her and arousing her appetite.

Without affectation, she picked up chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised meat.

Unexpectedly delicious!

She tried to eat mandarin fish in thick soup, one mouthful after another, and couldn't stop.

She was willing to eat and liked to eat. Mo Fenglin was satisfied, and the frost color on her face gradually faded.

With a smile on her lips, she personally filled her with a bowl of pigeon soup. "Eat slowly. No one will rob you. These are yours."

Put down the chopsticks, took the soup he handed, and drank it slowly. The soup was delicious and not greasy.

"Mo Fenglin, did you really do these?"

"Like to eat?" Mo Fenglin supported his forehead with one hand, "I'll continue to do it for you tomorrow."

Keep doing it. Forget it.

He's a president. He asked him to cook for her, which really hurt her.

"No." Drop your eyes and continue to eat gracefully.

Mo Fenglin smiled slightly, and his anger lingered around him. Even the air pressure around him fell, which made him feel depressed.

"What are you doing watching me all the time? Why don't you eat?" Qiao xiaonuo looked at his lips and was angry.

I don't understand. Why is he so angry?

Between them, who is the girlfriend and who needs coaxing?

With a helpless sigh, she picked up a piece of braised meat from her red lips and put it into his bowl, "eat, it's delicious."

"Delicious, why don't you continue to eat tomorrow?" Mo Fenglin was unmoved.

The violin sounds melodious, which is obviously a romantic song. I don't know why Qiao xiaonuo wants to laugh when he looks at the man in front of him.

With his cold face, it really... Has the effect of comedy.

"Qiao xiaonuo." Mo Feng's eyes are as thick as ink.

"Mo Fenglin, you are a big president. You cook for me every day. Don't you lose your identity?"

"It's no shame to cook for your girlfriend."

Qiao xiaonuo: "

She was speechless.

Don't want to talk to him, simply pick up chopsticks and continue to eat.

After a while, Mo Fenglin silently picked up his chopsticks. Whichever dish she ate, his chopsticks followed.

She can't laugh or cry. This man is really confusing.

Occasionally overbearing people can't breathe, occasionally... Childish people can't help laughing.

After dinner, Qiao xiaonuo is going back to his apartment to rest.

Mo Fenglin sent her downstairs to her apartment, personally mentioned her, opened the door, bent over to get off, Qiao xiaonuo stood still and slightly raised his head in front of him, "I'll go up first, and you'll have a rest early when you go back."

"Yes."

He nodded.

"See you tomorrow." She strode past him to go.

His wrist tightened, and he pulled him back and took him into his arms.

She stared at Mo Fenglin in amazement, "what are you doing?"

Mo Feng lowered his head and the light fell on him. He was plated with a layer of golden light. His handsome face was half bright and half dark under the shadow. Only the warm breath seemed to spray on her face.

Unprovoked, people feel hot and dry.

Qiao xiaonuo tried to step back. The next second, he approached again, "just go?"

"What's the problem?"

Otherwise?

And bow goodbye before you go?