Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

In fact, it's not hard to guess that Ji Yunan's arrogant and charming personality, if it's true, will not think that he has a problem, but will think that the women are not enchanting and charming enough to interest him.

"It's not that he was abandoned," said Kevin. The more he explained, the more confused he was. He was so anxious that he was almost sweating. In case Shisheng wanted to send a message later, Ji Shao had to pick his skin off. "No, it won't be a problem until dawn."

"Oh..." when Sheng dragged into a voice, holding his face back, his eyes swept over him, and then looked behind him, "so clear, have you tried?"

"I..." he's really going to kneel down.

Can it be on the same channel.

Shi Sheng goes out with a bowl. He also turns around. He sees Ji Yunan standing at the door, with a black face and a pot like bottom. He fights with his teeth and falters: "no... I haven't tried."

Ji Yunan came in: "you go downstairs and wait."

Kevin ran to the door and took it with him.

Ji Yunan has a bruise at the corner of his lip, which he didn't have when he was in the hospital. His hair is a bit messy. Even if he is injured, his facial features will not be damaged. On the contrary, he has a bit of masculinity.

He looked at the bowl in her hand. "Didn't you eat?"

"Yes."

The bowl is a little hot. When Sheng bares his teeth, he quickens his pace.

A hand full of thin cocoons reached over, took the hot bowl in her hand, and walked a few steps to the table to put it down.

Ji Yunan's hands are not perfect. Although his fingers are long, because he has been practicing martial arts all the year round, he has a thin cocoon in his palm. Compared with the little fresh meat on TV, he can't bear to look directly at it.

But Shi Sheng felt that this was the most beautiful man's hand she had ever seen.

Moved only for a few seconds, Ji Yunan went to the table and sat down. He picked up chopsticks and picked up noodles. He lowered his head and took a bite. "I didn't eat either. You can cook another bowl."

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

what the fuck.

"I'm not going. I'm going to cook. I'm starving."

Shi Sheng grabs the bowl, grabs the chopsticks from his hand, but he doesn't care about the hot, so he lowers his head and takes a big bite.

"I did."

"I've had all the kisses. If I wanted to be so sentimental, I should have jumped to prove my innocence." She's got food in her mouth, some vague words.

Ji Yunan

He was speechless.

Shisheng lowers her head to eat noodles. She's really hungry and doesn't care about her image. However, she doesn't have any image before Ji Yunan.

Ji Yunan's eyes are filled with laughter. He gets up and goes to the kitchen. Shi Sheng thinks he's cooking noodles. He takes a look at it, but he takes a pair of chopsticks out of the kitchen.

"You cook it yourself." She held the bowl aside and said, "it's filthy."

Ji Yunan hums and laughs, "you've used all the chopsticks I used. Are you still affectating these? If it's dirty, cook it again. "

He put the bowl between them and lowered his head to eat noodles.

Shisheng couldn't grab him. He didn't have enough strength and the bowl was still hot. After staring at him for a few minutes, he patted his chopsticks on the table and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Two people in a bowl to eat, in her opinion, more ambiguous than kissing.

When Sheng cooked noodles is a woman's appetite, naturally not enough for Ji Yunan to eat, she just mixed the seasoning here, Ji Yunan finished eating and came in with a bowl, "not enough, another bowl."

He hasn't eaten this kind of Chinese noodles for a long time, so he thinks it tastes very good, especially when he is half full.

"No," Shisheng shook the empty packing bag and muttered, "why didn't you die."

Ji Yunan watched her cook noodles.

The seasoning has been mixed, only when the noodles are cooked, they pick it up. They don't speak. One looks at the pot, the other looks at her.

The man pursed his lower lip. He hadn't seen her for three months, but he felt that after a long time, he still had something to deal with in Philadelphia, but he couldn't wait to take her back to New York.

He clasped Shi Sheng's face and rubbed her lips slowly with his thick fingers. There were some oil stains left by eating noodles on it. He didn't feel dirty and wiped it clean with his finger pulp.

I'm so sorry about that.

She took the spatula's arm down gradually, lowered her head, avoided his touch, "you go out quickly, I want to fish noodles, starved to death."

Ji Yunan looked at the woman who was shorter than him. She rolled her Adam's apple. Her voice was low and dumb, a little bit hoarse: "not yet ripe."

He leaned over to kiss her on the lips.

"Ji Yunan."

She grabbed his shirt unconsciously.

After a long kiss, Ji Yunan released her.