The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1686 Can You Cook?

"Mr. Mo." Fang Jiamei stepped forward, a little embarrassed to see him appearing here, after thinking about it, she said, "Is Mr. Mo in good health?"

After much deliberation, she still used the word 'body' awkwardly, otherwise she really didn't know what words to use to express it.

Mo Yiheng looked at her avoiding eyes and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"No, I want to say that if there is nothing wrong with you, can you return the music score to me?" She saw that his walking posture was fine, and didn't the doctor say that the injury was not serious...

Mo Yiheng's face darkened, and he took the cello on her shoulder and held it in his hand, "Are you okay, did you see it?"

Fang Jiamei was taken aback for a moment, her cheeks suddenly became hot.

Mo Yiheng bent over and stared into her eyes, "You still don't know how important that place is to men?"

Fang Jiamei took a tight breath, looked into his dark and deep eyes as if her heartbeat was about to stop, and hurried to the side to get out of the way, "Haha, it looks like it's still not alright, don't worry, I will definitely take care of you!"

Mo Yiheng straightened up and put one hand in his pocket, went to the car and put her cello on it, then opened the passenger door for her, "Come on, cook for me, I'm hungry."

Fang Jiamei nodded in a daze, and sat in unexpectedly a little nervous.

Back at the apartment that night, Fang Jiamei was sent into the kitchen by Mo Yiheng, opened the refrigerator and saw that there was no edible food except wine.

"Mr. Mo, you don't have any ingredients at home, what do you want to eat?" Fang Jiamei walked to the edge of the sofa and looked at the man sitting there gracefully.

Mo Yiheng raised his eyes and glanced at her with a hint of doubt, "Can you cook? I don't eat dark dishes."

Fang Jiamei smiled confidently: "Don't worry, although my skills are not as good as a chef's, it's still good. I usually cook by myself."

Although the old castle is very big, she doesn't like to hire a nanny. In the past, Zicong made it for her to eat, but now she cooks it herself.

The corner of Mo Yiheng's mouth curled up, "Really, I didn't expect that."

She looks like she can cook by herself.

Some things were beyond his expectation.

Fang Jiamei didn't hear what he said clearly, and felt that the man was weird, so she didn't ask, "Then I'll go to the supermarket to buy some food, can Mr. Mo wait?"

It's around eleven o'clock at noon, not quite time for dinner.

Mo Yiheng nodded, reached out and took out the wallet in the jacket next to him, and handed her a card between his fingers, "Use this to buy it."

"Ah?" Fang Jiamei looked at his big hands with well-defined joints. This person's hands are very good, very white and very thin. At first glance, they are pampered, and the fingers do not touch the water of Yangchunshui.

Fang Jiamei didn't answer, and shook her head with a smile: "No, I was the one who hurt Mr. Mo. I should buy something for him. I'll go first!"

Picking up her small schoolbag, Fang Jiamei walked out.

Although she lives a simple life, she doesn't have this little money. Her usual part-time jobs are enough for living expenses, and there are scholarships and so on. She still has a small coffers.

Went to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients, Fang Jiamei went back, but as soon as the elevator opened, Fang Jiamei saw a strange woman standing with Mo Yiheng...

When Sun Chu heard the voice and looked at her, his eyes slightly shook, "Why are you!?"

Fang Jiamei was taken aback for a moment, pointing that she didn't understand what she was talking about.

Mo Yiheng tugged at Sun Chu's wrist, his brows were frowned, and his face was particularly gloomy, "Shut up!"

(End of this chapter)