The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 191 Lost Heart (1)

When the first ray of morning light shone into the room, Tang Xinyan woke up.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was her breathing.

Looking at the ceiling, she was at a loss for a moment.

After recovering, she quickly took out her mobile phone from under the pillow.

The first thing he checked was whether Mo Chiwei had sent her a message or called her after he went back last night.

Nothing at all.

The soul is light, and she will not recognize anyone after kissing her.

Rubbing her messy hair, Dai's brows were filled with a layer of melancholy.

But she is not a sentimental person, although a little emotional, but it will not affect her whole mood.

Getting up from the bed, she went to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at the lonely toothbrush in the cup with the pink piggy pattern, she imagined when she could put it together with Mo Chiwei's.

The next time he takes her back to Jinxiu Garden, she will also match him with a toothbrush cup with a piggy pattern.

The noble and indifferent man is brushing his teeth with a piggy-patterned cup, the picture must be very funny.

Eyebrows could not help but bend down.

Squeezing toothpaste, halfway through the toothbrush, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Who would come here to look for her early in the morning?

It should be the grandma who lives across the street. As long as she is at home, grandma will come over to say hello to her after morning exercises.

Afraid that grandma would be in a hurry, Tang Xinyan didn't have time to clean up, so she ran towards the door quickly, running too fast, and lost a slipper halfway.

When she opened the door, she was about to speak, but she was stunned when she saw that long figure.

It wasn't the grandma who lived across the street, but Mo Chiwei who made her depressed all night.

He was wearing a black shirt and a knee-length woolen coat. Standing there tall and with long legs, he looked like a carefully drawn painting by a master, which was unbelievably beautiful.

And what about her?
Fluffy long hair, slightly messy draped over the shoulders, the face has not been washed yet, the corners of the mouth are stained with white foam, wearing a loose pajamas, standing on one foot under the white calf, and the other foot without slippers is placed on the other standing on the instep.

Maybe he didn't expect him to come over, her pink lips parted slightly, with a look of astonishment.

There was a faint smile in Mo Chiwei's dark and deep narrow eyes.

Seeing this, Tang Xinyan's cheeks became hot, she lowered her head, and her bare foot kept rubbing against the instep of the other.

Ancheng has entered late autumn, and the weather in the morning is slightly cool.

Mo Chiwei handed her the breakfast in his hands, and said in a warm and elegant voice, "I brought you something to eat."

Tang Xinyan took the heat preservation box from him, bit her lower lip, and said in embarrassment, "Thank you."

"Go in quickly, go downstairs after eating, I'll wait for you in the car."

Seeing that he turned to leave, Tang Xinyan grabbed his sleeve reflexively with the hand that didn't hold breakfast, "Since you're here, come in and sit down. I'll make a glass of milk with you."

Mo Chiwei pursed his thin lips tightly, his tall body stood upright without moving.

Tang Xinyan pulled him, and seeing him standing still, she looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter?" Then the corners of her lips curled up, and she laughed, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Mo Chiwei glanced into the apartment through her slender shoulders.

A few seconds later, unable to bear to see her disappointed eyes, he followed her into the room.

Tang Xinyan put on the slippery shoe, put the breakfast on the coffee table, looked at the man who came in, and her eyes fell on the man on the portrait of her father, she hurried over to him and said, "This is my father, he Passed away in a car accident five years ago."

As if Mo Chiwei didn't hear her words, his dark eyes fell on the face of the portrait without blinking.

(End of this chapter)