Farming concubine you are so sweet

Chu wanqiu immediately put away her smile. She was hurt in her smart eyes. She stretched her little face and put the chicken on the kitchen board.

"I'll come!" Jun Mochen put Chu wanqiu aside again, and his tone was a little awkward: "what I said is not to let you laugh to outsiders. You can laugh at home."

Chu wanqiu was wronged and pulled his clothes: "I don't laugh anymore. I'm afraid to scare you."

Jun Mochen grabbed the sword eyebrow and was silent for a while. He changed his voice and said, "you smile very well. Don't laugh too much."

He seldom sees a sincere smile, so he wants to monopolize it at first sight?

Chu wanqiu blushed and muttered in a low voice, "aren't you an outsider?"

Jun Mochen glanced at Chu wanqiu, and a smile crossed his eyes: "didn't you say I was your man?"

"You are a bad heart!" Chu late autumn's exquisite facial features grabbed: "you know I just... You always talk about things!"

Why did she say such a thing just now!

When Jun Mochen saw that Chu wanqiu really cared, he stopped teasing him. After chopping the chicken, he stood aside and watched Chu wanqiu cook.

The smell of chicken made Chu wanqiu swallow his saliva. Jun Mochen's eyes softened when he saw him like this, but he thought again that countless days ago, this little thing swallowed saliva at the stove, but he couldn't eat anything. Suddenly, there was something wrong in his heart.

After dinner, Chu wanqiu looked at the meat in the bowl and didn't dare to clip it. He just put a potato in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and squinted his eyes.

Jun Mo Chen picked up a chicken leg and put it in the bowl of Chu late autumn. His tone was cold: "small family!"

Chu wanqiu looked at the chicken leg and suddenly felt his eyes wet: "thank you..."

She's really worthless. She didn't cry when she was beaten or scolded in the Chu family, but now she can't move her nose.

"Needless to say, thank you. I just don't like your small family." Jun Mochen's handsome face was a little awkward: "I look out of the way, you'd better change."

Chu wanqiu nodded and whispered. Although the man didn't speak well, he was very good to her.

Jun Mochen no longer spoke, but just sandwiched another chicken leg to her.

Chu wanqiu blocked the bowl with his small hand and shook his head with a rattle: "I won't eat. You eat this. You have to eat more in the mountains on weekdays."

A chicken has the most meat on its legs. There are only two legs. She can't eat them all.

Jun Mo Chen's eyes moved, hum and smile: "you're not greedy."

It is this lack of greed that makes him soft.

This meal was the most satisfying one Chu ate in late autumn, so the corners of his mouth were always hooked, and his eyes were shining with bright light, comparable to the stars in the night sky.

This simple pleasure also infected Jun Mochen. His tangled blood feud and cone heart betrayal seemed to become very small at this moment.

In the middle of the night, some people are sleepless.

Jun Mochen looks at the person on her side. Seeing her swollen cheeks, she gets out of bed and takes medicine. The girls in Beijing are very delicate at the slightest bump. It's even worse if they hurt their face.

But this little thing is different. It doesn't care if his face is hurt like this.

"Will it change? Will you change, too? " Jun Mochen stared at the sleeping face of Chu late autumn and said melancholy: "don't become the look I hate most."

Chu late autumn had a good dream all night, but she was a little confused when she woke up the next morning, because she was pillowing Jun Mochen's arm, and Jun Mochen looked at her with determination, as if she was a little helpless.