Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mo Ling can't believe to stare big eyes, looking at the chopsticks length of the fish, Na Na way, "you are too powerful, actually really inserted into the fish!"

"Of course, I'm your husband. I'm a good man in the kitchen."

Mu Chen cold proud ground raised Yang chin, go ashore, pulled fish from dagger up come down, put Mo Ling foot side, pick eyebrow to smile, "wife, this is the bride price that I give you."

What's the matter with the sense that primitive people exchange their booty for women?

"..." Mo Ling smoked from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the smiling face in front of him, and said solemnly, "Mr. mu, are you sure you haven't recovered your memory?"

Will fight, will catch fish, will occasionally say some tease her words, she really doubt this man is really stupid!

"Wife..." Mu Chen Han Du starts to talk, a pair of clear bright eyes pitifully stare at him, just like the big dog that peddles to please her, she almost sees the invisible tail behind his buttocks shaking.

"Wife..." he approached her, gently rubbed her shoulder, and said pitifully, "isn't it good for me to be like this now? Don't you like it? Why do you want me to remember? "

"Hello, your focus is wrong. I didn't say that you are not good now, and I don't want you to recover your memory. No, I mean, I want you to recover your memory, but it's really good for you... I'm talking nonsense, really..." Maureen patted her cheek and said, "in a word, I just want to ask you, Have you ever recovered your memory? "

He blinked, his eyes clear and bright, and said, "No."

Maureen frustrated to lead the labial horn, "well, no, no, we don't discuss this matter, I deal with this fish first."

He nodded obediently, "Oh, I'll catch another one."

The two work together, one to catch fish, one to deal with, one to pick up firewood to make a fire, one to grill fish on the fire.

Moling took out a bottle of chili sauce and a small bottle of salt from the bag and smeared some on the grilled fish. Soon, the smell aroused moling's greedy insects.

Mu Chen Han sat quietly beside her and watched her do things.

The small bonfire, the dry firewood was crackling, the light of the fire was printed on her white face, and her cheeks were gradually dyed with rosy clouds. She carefully turned over the fish in her hands, and the fragrance floated in the air, and the roasted oil dropped into the fire, making a Zizi sound.

The light of the fire reflected in his pupils, and also ignited a flame in his eyes. His lips curved gracefully, and his voice was gentle and magnetic. "Wife, you promised me that no matter what I became, I would never leave me. You can't say anything without saying it."

Mo Ling was stunned, looked up at him, but saw that he was clear with a smile, repeated again, "can't speak, don't count words."

She shook her head in a funny way. "You know, you insecure guy."

Then he handed him one of the roasted fish in his hand. "Roasted, be careful, don't burn it."

"Wife, you are a good craftsman." Eating delicious grilled fish, someone praised her cooking.

Mo Ling looks at him and smiles slowly. No matter what he looks like, she won't leave him.

On the top of the mountain, it is evening, just to enjoy the gorgeous sunset.

Mu Chen Han is holding Mo Ling's waist. They are sitting in a place with wide vision, enjoying the breeze, the beautiful sunset and the birds singing in the mountains. All these are beautiful.

After enjoying the sunset, they had dinner at a farmhouse on the top of the mountain and made a reservation. Then they set up a tent in a quiet place and planned to watch the night scene for a while before going back to their room to sleep.

Mo Ling nestled up to his broad chest, pointed to the stars all over the sky and said with a smile, "are the two brightest stars over there, cowherd and vega?"

Mu Chen Han's slender fingers gently stroked her soft hair, dropped her eyes and said with a smile, "well, the two darker stars on both sides of the Altair are the one son and one daughter of the Altair. It's said that the Altair is carrying one son and one daughter with a shoulder pole to catch up with the weaver."

Mo Ling carefully observed for a long time, looked up at him and said with a smile, "it's really like that. How do you know?"

"It used to be told to me by the nanny." Mu Chen Han rubbed her hair and chuckled, "wife, you see, does the Cowherd and Weaver's family look like us? Let's have another daughter in the future. "

Mo Ling pushed his arm. He turned his head in shame. He said softly, "who's going to have a daughter with you..."

"You His dark eyes filled with smile, bowed, gently kiss her cheek, whispered in her ear, "wife, I love you."

Mo Ling's heart trembled. She thought that a man like him, even if he loved her, would not speak out his love. Unexpectedly, he said it.

He gently raised her face, soft as a feather like things slowly slide over her eyes, and then to the cheek, lips, like dragonflies on her lips.

Mo Ling managed to calm down the disordered breath. The man holding her was as stiff as steel. She didn't dare to move. After listening to his heartbeat gradually return to normal, she coughed and said, "it's late. Let's go back to the room and have a rest."

"Good." His thin, determined chin rubbed gently against her hair.

On the way back to the hotel, they were still a little embarrassed. Mo Ling looked straight ahead, coughed and said, "what you just did... Seems to be very skilled..."

Yes, she finally realized what was wrong. Why was he so skilled in kissing when he was only seven or eight years old?

He scratched the back of his head and said with a smile, "I learned it from Korean dramas. Wife, am I smart and quick?"

Mo Ling suddenly pinched his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "didn't I tell you not to watch Korean dramas?"

"But I think watching Korean dramas is very useful. By watching Korean dramas, I can learn a lot. I can also guess your mind according to TV dramas, and then say hello, oh, yes, the man and woman are married, and they plan to have a child. In that way, I can learn how to have a child. Wife, you can learn a lot from watching Korean dramas. "

He turned his head, looked at her seriously, and discussed academic issues with her seriously.

The logic of "..." is so strict that she can't argue.

The room they ordered was a standard two person room. On the second floor, when they opened the window, they could touch the cherry trees in the yard. A little farther away, there were mountains and stars, and the scenery was pleasant.

Back in the room, two people alone, Mo Ling can't help but think of just a scene, also some uncomfortable, said, "I went to take a bath."

"Well, go ahead."

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom, and the graceful body projected on the frosted glass door, which was vague, but also vaguely able to outline the origin.

Mu Chenhan looked at the figure on the glass door, and his just recovered breath was a little disordered. He slowly looked away and glanced at the two beds in the room. His lips were slightly raised. He went to the tea table, took a cup of cool boiled water, and Shi ran went to one of the beds, raised his arm, tilted the cup slightly, and the water in the cup fell to the quilt.

Mo Ling comes out after taking a bath and sees Mu Chen Han sitting on the bed by the window, slightly drooping his head and staring at the quilt on the bed. Hearing the movement, he slowly raises his head and shows an aggrieved expression, "wife, the quilt is wet."

"Wet quilts? How did you get wet? "

Mo Ling was puzzled and came to him while wiping his wet hair with a towel. Following the place he pointed to, Maureen saw a trace of being wet by water. He looked at her face carefully and said softly, "I just drank water and accidentally knocked over the glass."

Seeing his self reproach expression, Mo Ling smiles and comforts him, "it doesn't matter. In hotel rooms, there are usually spare quilts. Let me see if there are any in the cupboard."

She quickly walked to the cabinet and opened it. There was only a spare blanket in it. It was cold in the mountains at night. A thin blanket would not work.

After thinking about it, she called the front desk of the hotel and asked the waiter to send a quilt.

"I'm sorry, madam. Our hotel is full tonight. There are no more quilts."

"And the blanket?"

"I'm sorry, the blanket is gone, too."

“……”

Mo Ling is quite speechless. A three story hotel can accommodate at least dozens of passengers, but there is no extra quilt and blanket. So, is it their bad luck?

She is struggling with how to solve their sleeping problems. The front desk lady of the hotel is holding a pile of RMB and giggling. It's really comfortable. Just a few lies, someone will give her a sum of money. Such a good thing should happen several times.

"Wife, what about the quilt?"

Mu Chen cold dawdles ground sits to her side, carefully pulled to pull her bathrobe.

Maureen looked at his face "I'm really sorry for what I did wrong" expression, a heart softened, smile, said, "they have no extra quilt."

The guilt expression on his face was more obvious, and he quickly said, "I'll cover the blanket. I'm in good health. I'm not afraid of cold."

"Fool, the temperature will be lower at night. There is no air conditioner in this room. You will catch cold." Mo Ling pinched his slightly bulging cheek and said with a smile, "don't be depressed. Take the blanket to my bed and sleep with me."

His dark eyes gradually widened, and surprise appeared at the bottom of his eyes. But soon, he shook his head dejectedly, "no, you said, we can't sleep in the same bed."

When she invited him to sleep with her, she felt a little embarrassed. She sipped her lips and said, "it's urgent to have power. At this time, you can make some changes."

His eyes showed a look of joy and joy, but he tried to suppress it. He quietly raised his lips and said with a little coy, "wife, I've wronged you."