Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3895 He is more lonely than fireworks (4)

The days when she was recuperating in the Mo family were very leisurely, and she was not very used to this rhythm.

Now I can go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles, and I am in a good mood.

Xiaoduo helped her cut up the tomatoes and took the eggs, she was frightened: "Sister An'an, why don't I do it."

"I can, I really can." Ning An insisted on doing it by himself.

"Then you slow down."

Ning An didn't move fast, but she could cook a bowl of noodles with this little bit of light.

"Sister An'an, you are really good at cooking. I don't see that you can cook."

"Do I look spoiled?" Ning An joked.

"It's not that you are spoiled and spoiled. I always feel that you have a good temperament, unlike us rough people."

Ning An was recalled by her words.

Her parents died early, and she grew up with her grandfather. She was sensible early on and knew how to do many things.But her grandfather loves her, and their family's conditions are good, so she didn't suffer until she married Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan was gentle to her in front of outsiders, but when he got home, he changed into a different person, with sarcastic remarks and a bad attitude.

When she first married him, she thought that her enthusiasm would one day warm his heart.

But, his heart is made of stone, why is it so hot?
She remembered that on his birthday, she cooked a table of dishes with her own hands, and she made every dish with her heart, but he didn't come back that night.It was only later that she found out that Gu Huiyin celebrated his birthday, and he was so drunk at the birthday party that he didn't come back until early in the morning.

"Sister An'an, be careful of burning." Xiaoduo reminded.

Ning An recalled her memory and smiled slightly.

She took the dough and sent it to Mo Xiu.

Moxiu's wheelchair stopped in front of the French window, with his back facing her.

Ning An walked slowly: "President Mo, the face is ready, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Only then did Mo Xiu move his body and come over with the help of the wheelchair.

He looked up into her eyes: "Can you see me?"

Ning An shook his head: "I can't see clearly, only the outline, everything is blurred."

"Then how do you cook this noodles?"

"Based on feeling." Ning An smiled, "It's not the first time I cook noodles, I cook noodles almost every week..."

Ning An paused.

She took back what she had almost blurted out.

She cooks noodles for Xiao Candy almost every week.

When she is happy, she will get carried away and forget about Mo Xiu's taboos.

She touched the table and put the noodle bowl on the table: "The noodles are very hot, you can only eat them after they have cooled down."

"I drank too much." Mo Xiu's thin lips slowly opened and closed, his eyes locked on Ning An's face, "Hey me."

Ning An's expression was uncomfortable: "President Mo, I can't see."

"Then I'll feed you? Huh?" Mo Xiu hooked her wrist with his big hand, pulled her hard, and pulled her into his arms.

The masculine hormonal breath rushed to the face, mixed with a strong aroma of wine.

Ning An didn't stand firm and fell into his arms!
The wrist was clasped by Mo Xiu, the more she struggled, the tighter he clasped it, and the whole body fell on his chest.

Her face rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt, her nose was filled with his breath, and when she raised her head, she just hit his chin.

Mo Xiu imprisoned her in his arms, making her unable to move.

Although he is disabled, he has great strength. Compared with him, Ning An is like a rabbit with nowhere to escape.

"President Mo, you have to respect yourself!" Ning An pushed him hard with a grim expression on his face.

Mo Xiu pursed his thin lips tightly, and clasped her wrist.

Ning An suddenly raised her head and bit his neck!

(End of this chapter)