Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 129
It's just that she didn't say the word '了' yet, her stomach growled twice.

Shen Mo laughed softly, "Eat all of these if you're still hungry."

An Ying blushed a little embarrassed.

Shen Mo knew that An Ying probably wouldn't eat much when he was sitting here, so he got up and walked to the window, where his drawing board was still placed, but the painting on it was the destroyed painting of Yan Sichan.

Shen Mo picked up the brush, frowning and thinking.

An Ying ate up all the food on her plate, got up to wash the dishes, and passed by Shen Mo with the dishes, and found that the painting on his drawing board was actually her mother's painting, she immediately understood, Shen Mo is trying to find a way to help her repair the painting.

An Ying's heart warmed slightly, but she said, "There's no need to fix it. No matter how well you fix it, it's no longer my mother's original painting. When I look at that painting in the future, will I still think of her?"

When she said this, An Ying sighed slightly, her eyes drooped slightly, feeling a little sad in her heart.

"You can think of me." Shen Mo's voice suddenly rang in An Ying's ear.

An Ying was startled, and suddenly raised her head to look at him. She didn't know when Shen Mo was so close to her. When she raised her head, her lips accidentally brushed his face.

She took a step back in shock, but she stumbled over something, she was still holding the bowl in her hand, so she fell backwards like that.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Shen Mo quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Warm in his arms, his small body shivered slightly.

"Don't be afraid." Shen Mo hugged her and patted An Ying's back lightly, like coaxing a child.

One of his hands was ironed on An Ying's waist, and the other hand was patted on her back. His hand was still slightly cold in such a hot summer, and it was very comfortable and comfortable to iron it on his body through the thin material. Comfortable.

An Ying blinked her big eyes and looked at Shen Mo.

Those big and moist eyes are fresh and deep like a spring covered with morning dew.

Shen Mo's eyes fell on An Ying's face, with pure and delicate facial features, the skin as delicate as white porcelain seemed to be soaked with a layer of powder, and the black pupils were covered with a layer of mist, dazed and charming.

Shen Mo felt his heart skip a beat, he had never seen such clear eyes.

An Ying swallowed her saliva and said softly, "Thank you."

She was about to withdraw from Shen Mo's arms, but she was holding a bowl in her hand, and she couldn't hold things with her hands. She could only rely on Shen Mo's strength to support her to a firm stand. She pursed her lips and said, "Well, can you Help me."

Shen Mo was not in a hurry to help An Ying up, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you know how to use a knife and fork?"

An Ying panicked, she forgot, she is only 15 years old now, she has never been out of this town, how can she use a knife and fork?

Shen Mo's observation is really too meticulous.

Seeing the panic in An Ying's eyes, Shen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't force her, and helped her stand still.

An Ying stood in front of Shen Mo, like a student who did something wrong in front of the teacher. She looked down at the tip of her shoe and said softly: "If I say, I learned it from TV, Do you believe it?"

"Letter." Shen Mo only answered her with one word, simply and firmly.

An Ying was surprised, and looked up at him, but he had already turned around to collect the paintings on the drawing board.

(End of this chapter)