Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 132
Mo Yan was making dumplings when she heard footsteps, raised her head, and saw Mr. Li standing in front of her holding a towel.

His hair was almost blown dry, he was wearing a pure cotton light blue plaid pajamas, the two buttons on the top of the pajamas were open, the man's beautiful collarbone was looming, very sexy, short messy hair made him look more beautiful Usually a lot younger, a bit like a man of the hour in a university, who captivates a girl's heart every minute.

Mo Yan only glanced at it, then quickly looked away, and said in a low voice, "Watch TV for a while, I'll wrap it up later, and then go cook."

Looking at this picture, Mr. Li suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, full and swollen.

He looked at Mo Yan's skillful fingering, and suddenly said, "I'll help you."

Mo Yan was startled, and blurted out, "Don't make trouble!"

Mr. Li...

Mo Yan realized what he said, opened his mouth, and finally asked, "Will you?"

Mr. Li pursed his lips and said naturally, "No."

Mo Yan...

What do you pack?
Mr. Li seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, raised his chin slightly, and said confidently, "Is there anything I can't learn?"

The hairball lying on the sofa gave a "meow" and turned its head: Who was the one who burned the hot porridge last time?And last time, who was it that almost turned the kitchen into a fire scene!
Mo Yan was not sure, "If you want to try it, then come."

Mr. Li hooked the corners of his lips, sat on the chair next to Mo Yan, took a dumpling wrapper and put it in his palm, then picked up the chopsticks, scooped out a large piece of dumpling filling and put it on the dumpling wrapper.

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched, and he quickly stopped his hand, angrily and amusedly said, "How can you make dumplings like this, you put so much stuffing, how do you make dumplings in a while?"

Mr. Li said very humbly, "How much should I put?"

Mo Yan took a dumpling wrapper, put some meat stuffing in the center of the dumpling wrapper with chopsticks, and said, "About that much is fine, too little and no stuffing, too much and it will be boiled in the pot."

Mr. Li imitated her appearance, put the stuffing away, looked up at her, "Then?"

The easiest way to make dumplings taught by Mo Yan, Mr. Li looked at it once, and wrapped it up very confidently, when it was finished, Mo Yan saw a few black lines across his forehead, and said after a while, " You better watch TV."

Mr. Li said unhappily, "Is it ugly?"

Mo Yan glanced at the garlic-shaped thing, and really wanted to ask him, where did you get the confidence to think it looks good?

But seeing the other party's eagerness to learn, she couldn't bear to pour cold water on her, and reluctantly said, "It's okay."

Mr. Li hooked the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and took another one. Afraid that he would waste it, Mo Yan quickly took his hand and said, "I'll teach you."

Her hand held the hand on her body, and while guiding, she wrapped his hand, pinching the dumpling tightly little by little, but Mr. Li's eyes were not on the dumpling, but on her bright red lips, his eyes were dark.

After wrapping it up, Mo Yan looked okay, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "That's it."

As soon as the words fell, the lips were covered with softness, and the soft touch on the lips made Mo Yan slightly absent-minded.

She was imprisoned between the table and the back of the chair, and she couldn't move. She wanted to push him away, but found that her hands were covered with flour, and she couldn't do anything. Mr. Li seized the right moment, kissed her lips deeply, and conquered the city.

This kiss is strong but not gentle, pure, without a trace of affection, just a simple kiss, so beautiful that it is unbearable to break.

Mo Yan's stiff body slowly relaxed, and his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist because of his agitation. They were wet, like a deer, which aroused pity.

Mr. Li only took one look, and felt a little excited. He suppressed the impulse in his heart, let her go gently, raised her chin with his fingers, carefully looked at her trembling eyelashes, and slightly raised a corner of his lips. Curving, cupping her cheeks with both hands, he gently kissed her eyelids.

Gently, like a feather brushing over her heart, Mo Yan felt that every pore on her body was screaming, and the blush spread from her cheeks to her neck, and penetrated into her clothes.

Words popped out of Mr. Li's mind suddenly: the most is the gentleness of bowing his head, like a water lotus flower's shyness that cannot withstand the cool breeze.

If Shi Yan and the others knew about it, they would probably be amazed at the great power of love. You must know that the most annoying thing about Mr. Li is the literary poems and songs. If you ask him who Xu Zhimo is, he will probably frown and say something. , Is Forbes' new richest man on the list?

Therefore, for Mr. Li, who is poor in Chinese poetry, it is really amazing that he can come up with such a sentence.

Mr. Li stared at the shy water lotus in front of him, lightly brushed her rosy lips with his thumb, and said hoarsely, "Teach me again."

Mo Yan...

She blushed, sat up straight quickly, and coughed dryly, "Watch TV, I'll finish packing soon."

Her voice was a little hoarse and soft, and it was more charming than usual, very charming.

The smile in Mr. Li's eyes is even wider. It seems that going abroad for a few days has some effect. At least she doesn't always make herself angry like before. This cute appearance always makes people want to bully her.

But he didn't embarrass her anymore, after all, it's not easy to have such a change, if he pushes her back again, the gain will outweigh the loss.

So, Mr. Li put down his chopsticks and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to boil water?"

Mo Yan remembered the last time when Mr. Li almost burned the house down when he cooked porridge, and he felt lingering fear, so he politely declined, "I'll go by myself, you are not familiar with the kitchen."

Mr. Li didn't notice anything wrong, got up and sat down on the sofa with long legs, and turned on the TV.

The quiet room was instantly covered by the laughter on the TV, and the loneliness was immediately expelled.

Mo Yan listened, as if she had returned to the days before the accident in Mo's house, her heart was warm.

When Mo Yan finished making the dumplings and went to the kitchen to cook, Mr. Li suddenly remembered something and followed Mo Yan to the kitchen.

Mo Yan was waiting for the water to boil, when he heard footsteps, he was taken aback for a moment, turned around and saw Mr Li, and said, "Are you hungry? There is bread in the refrigerator, how about you?"

"Where's the tape? I'm going to put up Spring Festival couplets."

(End of this chapter)