You Will Be Mine!

In winter, it is a very comfortable thing to sit in the private room of the heated teahouse and drink the fragrant tea.

Fang Tongtong has an impulse to just sit for a day.

Then, she opened her mouth: "brother Mo, we finished lunch, also come to drink tea?"

She didn't really want to see a musical.

Mohist looked up at her with a smile and a nod: "whatever you want."

That tone, with doting.

Fang Tongtong was slightly uncomfortable.

Mo Xiwen's eyes, sometimes let her feel very strange, but again a deep look, and found that it is also very normal.

He was a gentle man, so he was gentle and normal to himself.

"Forget it, I'd better go to the musical and have tea for a day. If I can't sleep at night, I'll be in trouble." Fang Tongtong thought and said.

"Good." He nodded, which was an unconditional favor to her.

Fang Tongtong's uncomfortable feeling rose again.

However, after thinking about it, he felt that he thought too much. Mo Xiwen loved his wife deeply, which she could see, because only the one who loved would spoil his eyes when he mentioned that person.

Mo Xi Wen slowly raised his head, looked at her gently, and then bowed his head and continued to make tea.

Tieguanyin is fresh and green. The tea is green and transparent. The tea fragrance is quiet and sweet.

Mo Xiwen didn't let tea experts come in to make tea, but made tea by themselves.

In the quiet box, the decoration is elegant and classical.

His hands are long and bony, holding the teapot, the posture is very beautiful, the movement is very smooth, it can be seen that he is really good at tea.

Watching him make tea is a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

Fang Tongtong wants to be such a high-quality man. What kind of woman will he marry and have two hearts?

I can't think of it.

However, in the world of feelings, there are many things that cannot be inferred by common sense.

He put the tea in front of her and gave it to her.

In the white porcelain cup, the tea is full of color and fragrance.

She picked it up and tasted it gently, smiling.

So all morning, Fang Tongtong and Mo Xiwen sat in the teahouse, drinking tea and chatting.

Unexpectedly, very relaxed and happy.

After lunch, Fang Tongtong thought that Mo Xiwen would take her to a musical, but after a look at the teahouse in front of her, she turned her head and looked at him: "brother Mo, didn't you say to go to see the musical?"

"It's a bit too much to eat. It's going to take three hours to watch a musical. It's estimated that my stomach will be uncomfortable. It's better to have tea in the teahouse. I'll watch the musical another day." Mo Xi Wen said with a smile.

Today, he drove by himself, so Fang Tongtong didn't know that he had brought her to the teahouse.

At this time, when I heard him say so, I just laughed and didn't say anything, but in my heart, I felt that this man was as delicate as hair. At first glance, she preferred to come to the teahouse.

They ordered Chinese food at noon. He didn't eat much, and even ate less than she did. How could he eat up.

"Let's go. If you make Pu'er tea in the afternoon, you can't digest your stomach, and you don't have to worry about drinking a lot of tea, and you can't sleep at night." Mo said with a smile.

Fang Tongtong smiles and nods.

It's hard to resist such a caring man.

Mo Xiwen gave the car to the parking boy and took her upstairs.

It was the same box that they reserved in the morning.