The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 61 is actually cooking noodles

When the proprietress saw the black card, the mouth was pumping.

She knows that there are a lot of rich people living in this place, but buying a green onion to buy two bags of seasonings is necessary to brush the black card, this is really not a connection.

When the season was warm, I quickly reached out and pressed the hand of the ink-deep card of the ink-deep-down card, and quickly took out a piece of fifty from my bag and gave it to the boss who was arrogant.

"Cough, find you thirty-eight pieces of hair." After the boss found the money, his eyes could not help but transfer back to the body of Mo Jingshen from the warm season.

Even the daughter of the proprietress next to her is staring at this side.

The cold man is slender and straight, and he has a remarkable aura of temperament, and his gas field is difficult to describe with a precise word, but it can not be ignored.

"So rich and actually bought these things in person..." Seeing them go, the proprietress and her daughter whispered a whisper, and there was no envy between words.

The warmth of the season is hard to pull out of the ink depths.

Although I didn’t feel that way, I just thought that the daughter of the supermarket’s proprietress stared at him like a hungry wolf saw the food. She couldn’t ignore it in her eyes, so she was much higher than herself. The man came out.

Mo Jingshen single-handedly grasped the little things that had just been bought. The other hand had never been pulled out of the trouser pockets. The slender legs were squatting at the unhurried steps, so she stayed with her.

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In fact, the warm season is also considering the ink in the afternoon of the company, there will be a lot of things to be busy.

If he is very tired after work, she can cook it after she goes home.

As soon as she entered the door, Mo Jingshen asked her to wait. She threw the black windbreaker jacket to her, turned to unravel the exquisite and expensive shirt cufflinks, and rolled up the high-quality sleeves and turned into the kitchen.

The warmth of the season looked at the man, so that she could barely move her back from the line of sight, subconsciously swallowing a spit.

This man...

How is it all the time...

Um... nice and delicious...

Expected noodles, and men who cook noodles.

The warm season felt that he might not be calm. He spent a long time in front of the door and went straight into the bedroom with a blush on his face.

Sitting on the bed, I noticed that I was still holding the ink jacket of Mo Jingshen. Her eyes glanced a little. When she heard the sound of boiling water in the kitchen, she lowered her head and put the black jacket on her nose and smelled it.

I smelled it again.

The clear image is a clean and fresh taste in the morning. She is not sure if she has smoked the smoke, but she did not see him in front of her in her impression. He has a very light and light tobacco taste. If you don't listen carefully, you can't smell it. I don't know if he smoked when the business was busy, or the smell of smoke in the company's conference room.

But it smells good.

......

In the kitchen.

The phone rings.

Mo Jingshen swayed the surface of the water with one hand, and took out his mobile phone in one hand and looked at his eyes. He had to put it in his ear: "Is there something?"

Nan Heng. The voice of the sense of cool came from the phone: "Zhou Jia and Han family have encountered a lot of blows this time. The Korean family has basically been scrapped. Although Zhou’s background is somewhat background, it is not suitable for the measurement. I have never dared to act rashly. Han Tianyuan, under the help of your woman, was being examined in the bureau and was questioned by him. He asked some confessions that you can be interested in, and let Shen Mu bring it to you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Mo Jing Shen faintly responded.

Nan Heng heard that his tone was not like resting, nor was he accompanying a woman in bed, and asked casually: "Isn't I already returned to Oran International? Haven't I rested yet?"

"Yeah." It was a very light one.

Nan Heng is cold and cold, and the tip of his tongue is at the top of his mouth. He laughs: "Is it busy in the study room? Then I hang up first, you are busy with you."

Mo Jingshen followed the phone with one hand and put several seasonings into the tumbling water with the other hand. The tone was calm: "I am cooking."

Nan Heng: "..."

can.

Mom. He is really good!

Indulge in the depths of the ink, just sent the two families to **** in the first moment, and saw Zhou Xi’s lower body twitching in the hospital with blood and tears, and the eyes of the pitiful eyes did not blink, and turned back to the house so that the home was so cooked!

"Is your woman going to eat noodles?"

"Ok."

"Oh, no wonder the woman is stupid in front of you, and it is really fooled by your watch. Hey, you will actually cook the noodles for women." Nan Heng cold: "I am angry with Qin Shiting." Your brother for so many years, even a cup of your own water has not been drunk, cook a few bowls? We used to slap a meal, I would like to see if you give the ecstasy soup to the warm season, or how suddenly she It’s so hard for you.”

There was no response on the phone, but Nan Heng was very good at hearing the ink on the side of the ink.

Very crisp and clean sound.

Nan Heng: "...this is quite rich, even eggs."

Ink said: "Want to eat?"

"Uh huh."

"Last life." No sound more than the face of the voice of the face of Mo Jingshen.

Then, the phone is directly hung up.

Nan Heng: "..."

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Ten minutes later, the warm season looked forward to a good half-day dinner finally appeared on the table.

It’s really a joy to pick up the chopsticks and take a bite.

Before in the Royal Garden, she was still full of insistence on going to the kitchen to reveal her hand. She thought that the noodles she cooked were super delicious, and she would definitely touch Mo Jingshen. As a result, Mo Jing was not moved at the time.

Now I have eaten the noodles he cooked, and her craftsmanship is really...

Oh, I don’t come to the table completely.

After eating a small bowl, she looked up and sat at the table with her. Although she ate something like her, she always looked at the elegant man.

Mo Jingshen picked up her eyelids because of her gaze, and faintly hooked her lips: "I look better than the noodles in your bowl?"

The season is warm and swallowed a noodle, I really want to answer yes.

But sensibility made her snoring. After all, the president of Mexico University opened another smashing last night. If she dares to arbitrarily arbitrarily, she estimates that she has not slept this evening.

She whispered in a vague voice: "Do you know everything about the East Side Bar today?"

"You hope I don't know?" The man's voice was low and the voice was still good.

But she can be heard.

really.

At that time, she felt a little strange, and everything went smoothly.

In that case, Han Tianyuan should not be in a state of being surrounded by the wind and the wind. Drinking and drinking, how can he mix, and will not be stupid enough to get a former girlfriend who has a history of smoking.

After all, the third-line star is undoubtedly worse because of the problem of sucking poison.

(End of this chapter)