My first love with the boss

Considering that she was leaving tomorrow, Mu Wan only took a small amount of vegetables, enough for two people to eat. However, she came late, and there were no bean products. She only took some powder, meat, vegetables, mushrooms, balls and so on.

When taking the hot pot bottom material, Mo Xianxing's hand reached out to a spicy hot pot bottom material, but mu Wan got a three fresh hot pot bottom material. The two men were stunned and looked at each other. They couldn't help laughing.

"Take three delicacies."

"Take spicy."

The two people did not say in unison, but also put the hot pot seasoning into the shopping cart at the same time. They couldn't bear to laugh at this. They held the shopping cart and smiled and bent over.

long time.

Mu Wan wiped the tears from his smile and said, "take both. One meal is according to your eating method and the other is according to my eating method. We always have to adapt to each other."

"OK!" Mo gradually stroked Mu Wan's cheek with his slender fingers, wiped away her unclean tears, and a sense of happiness came naturally.

Mo Jianxing pushed the shopping cart and Mu Wan grabbed the check-out. Mo Jianxing was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He suddenly realized that he was going to change his habits. He frowned, consciously carried two bags of things and walked home with Mu Wan.

The two talked and laughed all the way.

On a roadside car.

The window rolled down slowly. Mo Qifeng quietly looked at his son and Mu Wan's back. He was inexplicably depressed. He took back the power from his son. By the way, he cleaned up the joy brought by the remediation of the smelly boy. At this time, he was not happy at all and was very upset.

The driver said carefully, "president, do you want me to call the young master?"

Until Mu Wan and Mo gradually turned the corner and could not see, Mo Qifeng took back his eyes. His eyes were full of discontent. There were many feelings in his voice. Sure enough, they were guys who were easily hooked by women. He sighed, "no! Go back to the old house!"

Originally, I went to the ink house to find my son, but I didn't find him. I asked Mu Wan's address from housekeeper Zhao. When I came over, I saw this scene. In an instant, my heart for finding my son was light.

The driver felt that his boss's mood was not pleasant. He quickly started the car and drove slowly to the old house.

……

Rent the house.

The kitchen is very small. Only the next extremely small chopping board is put. Mu Wan washes mushrooms and vegetables. Ink is gradually peeling onions seriously.

Mu Wan looked back at him. The peeling ink gradually became very cute and cute. Some sour and astringent poured into her heart. In this gambling game, she and ink gradually paid a price. I just hope these payments are worth it. Finally, she returned with honor, not disgrace.

The scallions are finished.

Mo gradually breathed out and took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Mu Wan didn't stop him. This is her life. Mo Jianxing has entered her life. She should slowly adapt to her civilian life, just as she has become his wife. In the future, she should strive to adapt to his life and pay each other.

Washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, adding materials, adding water, boiling and Shabu Shabu. They were very excited when they sat on the small table waiting for the delicious food to boil.

This is the first meal that Mo Jianxing personally participated in the production. Although he looks calm, it is still hard to hide his joy in his eyes. This time, he uses Sanxian hot pot, and Mu Wan tastes very delicious.

Mo gradually picked up a dish whose shape needed to be refined, looked at Mu Wan and said slowly, "it's good!"

"Ink gradually!" Mu Wan's eyes smiled and pointed to his chest. "Praise me behind my conscience. Does your conscience hurt?"

Ink gradually went, lips slightly raised, looked down at his chest, "a little, but I will get used to it. After all, I will do such things many times in the future."

Mu Wan widened his eyes and was once again convinced by the gradual wit of ink, and then his heart filled with a lot of joy and pride. Such a man is his own, his own.

Although she cooks by herself, in fact, her cooking skills are average. In the past, she devoted herself to her work. Most of the time, she is working meals and takeout. She can cope with it casually. Now she is married and her identity is different. Even if the ink is becoming more and more popular, she has to hone her cooking skills.

Finish your meal.

Mu Wan washed the pot.

When he came back, he saw that the ink had been washed and his hair was wet. He sat there and looked for a book. His side face was very good-looking. His long eyelashes hung down with dreamlike colors and three-dimensional facial features. He looked deep. Sitting there was a picture scroll, deep and wise.

Mo gradually did not look up. His slender fingers looked at the book. It was difficult to hide a smile in his voice, "look again, I'll eat you."

eat up?

Mu Wan blushed slightly.

She took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. Soon, there was a sound of water in the bathroom.

Mo gradually raised his head and put down the book. His mind was confused.

Outside the window, the night has poured in. He pulled up the curtains, and the plain flowers on them slowly stretched their posture. He carefully closed the gap between the curtains and closed the stars and lights outside.

After all this, he suddenly remembered a serious problem. The whole person was depressed. He stood up and knocked on the door of the bathroom. The sound of water stopped, the ink gradually went, and his heart was rippling. His voice was a little low and dull. "Mu Wan, I'll go out and come up soon."

"OK!" he paused in the bathroom and slowly spit out a good word, but he wondered in his heart.

Mo gradually opened the door and walked out with big steps. His pace was very fast, but very stable. That is, he hurried on his way, which also made people feel like walking like the wind and calm.

At the supermarket, even if he made up his mind, Mo gradually turned red when he touched the box of TT in his hand. For him, this is a sacred and private thing. However, buying TT is a very public behavior.

When the cashier saw Mo's shy look, she couldn't help beating her heart and got a good impression. These days, there are few shy men in such things. She settled her account and watched Mo go away. She was a little disappointed. She didn't know what kind of female children could deserve such a man.

On the way back.

Bursts of fragrance came.

Mo gradually turned and saw a florist. The shopkeeper was moving the flowers outside to the inside. The smell of flowers came from there.

Mo gradually stopped, walked over and said, "take a bunch of roses and help me pack them beautifully."

"OK, are you giving it to your girlfriend? Do you need some cards?"

"I'll write a card for my lover."

"OK!" the clerk smiled sweetly and handed Mo Jianxing a pink card. The florist can always see love and always full of hope.