Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 225
"Didn't Jing Yu say that the child of the Mo family is pregnant with his own flesh and blood? What do you plan to do?"

The old man frowned, "I'm also worried about this matter, do you think I should meet the parents of the Mo family?"

Qiao Nan waved his hand immediately, "Don't ask me about this."

The old man sighed and said, "Drive back."

Mo Yan scooped up a small mouthful of soup with a spoon, put it in a bowl and blew it, lowered his head to taste it, picked up a salt jar and put half a spoonful of salt in it, and gently pushed the pork ribs in the pot with a spoon. The scent wafted out, and she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of hands hugged her from behind, and Mo Yan was startled. After realizing it, she said angrily, "Is it a cat? You don't make any noise when you walk."

Mr. Li rested his chin on her shoulder, lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance wafting from the pot, his voice was hoarse just after waking up, "I slept well at first, but I was aroused by your pot of soup. "

Mo Yan bent the corners of her lips, she had to admit that Mr. Li's compliment really made her very useful.

At least she cooked so many meals for Gu Yichen, but the other party never gave her a compliment.

Her mood improved inexplicably, and her voice became softer, "Wash your hands, I'll serve the meal."

Mr. Li hummed, bowed his head and kissed her on the neck before leaving.

The time between the two of us is always quiet and warm. Mr. Li really has very low requirements for food. Mo Yan found out that Mr. Li has no favorite dishes, nor any dishes that he hates. Basically, she cooks Whatever, the other party will eat whatever, which makes her a little embarrassed.

When Mr. Li was eating the second bowl, seeing Mo Yan kept looking at him, he couldn't help but jokingly said, "See if I'm full?"

Mo Yan gave him a dark look, took two mouthfuls of rice, and couldn't help asking, "What do you like to eat?"

Mr. Li said indifferently, "Anything is fine."

Mo Yan frowned, "There must be someone you like, right?"

Mr. Li raised the corners of his lips and said slowly, "You want to know me that much?"

"Yes."

Mo Yan admitted openly, "You know all my preferences, but I don't know anything about you. To be honest, I always feel that there are many things that separate me from you."

It seems that he can never get close, and he always feels that his heart is separated by a layer of copper and iron walls, and no one can even try to peek at what is inside.

Mr. Li lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said after a long silence, "I really don't have any favorite dishes. When I was young, as long as I could have a full meal, I was quite satisfied. I don't like wasting food." , what to eat, if you like it..."

He paused, looked up into her eyes deeply, and said softly, "Millet porridge, this is the best tasting food in my memory."

The very warm words, but Mo Yan felt sad, she didn't even realize that she was hiding her emotions, and looked at Mr. Li with soft and complicated eyes.

Mr. Li was pleased by her expression, and teased, "Do you feel distressed?"

Mo Yan didn't deny it, looked at him, and asked softly, "Did you suffer a lot when you were young?"

Mr. Li put a piece of ribs in her bowl, and scooped up a bowl of soup on his own, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"It's okay. At that time, I was hungry and full every day. For me, it was not bad, so I didn't feel bitter."

Mo Yan's heart ached even more, and her face became bitter.

Mr. Li couldn't help but find it funny, but his heart felt like being covered with a ball of cotton, yes, it was hot, it turned out to be this feeling of being loved by others.

He sighed, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and asked in a low voice, "You still don't want people to eat like this."

It was only then that Mo Yan realized that he was showing too much emotion, so he cleaned up his expression, picked up a few pieces of ribs and put them in Mr. Li's bowl, Mr. Li smiled and said nothing.

After eating, Mo Yan cleaned up the kitchen, and when she came out, she found Mr. Li standing in front of the French window talking on the phone.

"I have nothing to say, I just want to donate blood." Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Li turned his head and forgot to glance at Mo Yan, and replied lightly to the person on the other end of the call, without deliberately avoiding anything.

Mo Yan looked calm on the surface. If she guessed correctly, the call was from Mr. Li. She was a little guilty and wanted to know what they would talk about, so she pretended to be calm and hugged the hairball to the sofa , took a comb to comb its fur, but a pair of ears stood up.

"When did you still have this love? Why didn't I know? Aren't you dizzy?"

Mr. Li's voice was full of anger, and Mo Yan could hear it clearly when the hands-free was not turned on. Mr. Li fainted?How did she never see it?
"It happened in the Qing Dynasty, do you still remember?"

Mr. Li's tone was teasing, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"Don't be poor with me, are you in your apartment now?"

"I'm here all day."

When the old man heard this, he was furious, "Why don't you open the door with me when you're at home?"

Mr. Li...

He turned his head and glanced at Mo Yan, who lowered his head very guiltyly, not daring to meet his gaze.

Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "I didn't hear that."

"Stinky boy!"

The old man cursed angrily, and then snorted again, "Go to your floor 2031 now, and find a girl with a particularly good-looking face to bring back my crutches, and I won't bother you about today's matter."

Mr. Li...

He switched hands and asked in a deep voice, "Which room are you talking about?"

"2031."

Mr. Li gave Mo Yan a meaningful look, and said unhurriedly, "Why do you go to other people's house when you have nothing to do? I don't know them well, what should I do if I go in and they drive me out?"

"You are so thick-skinned, who can drive you away?"

Mr. Li...

Mo Yan was quite nervous at first, but when she heard this sentence, she almost laughed.

Mr. Li turned black, and frowned, "There are so many crutches in the house, won't you change another one?"

"I like to use that one."

The old man is like a wayward child, stubborn and rascal.

"Then take it yourself."

"Brat, what can I expect from you? With a walking stick, can you lose two catties?"

Mr. Li was unmoved, and after the old man finished speaking, he said calmly, "What exactly do you want?"

The old man faltered and said forcefully, "I just want my crutches, why do you want so much?"

Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and said after a long time, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

The old man regained his spirits immediately, "Go quickly, I'll call/call you later."

Mr. Li...

After hanging up the phone/call, Mr. Li's gaze fell on someone, squinted his eyes, walked over, and sat down next to her, "Did you see the old man today?"

With a bitter face, Mo Yan told Mr. Li what happened this morning from beginning to end, and finally said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm cheating? I really didn't mean it."

(End of this chapter)