Chapter 57

Mo Yanchen put the bowl aside and wiped her lips with a handkerchief.

"You want to fall in love?" He asked.

fall in love? In memory, he didn't seem to have.

"Of course." She said casually, only to see his face slightly heavy, she carefully close to him: "uncle, how many times have you been in love before?"

This question, she is too curious.

Before he asked if he had no girlfriend, he said no!

"No He didn't think about it and answered decisively. He wasn't good at lying and wasn't worth it.

She looked at him like hell. She thought she had heard wrong.

"How come you haven't been in love? There's even a secret love? "

"No

She reached for her forehead, her eyes through her fingers, looked at his handsome face, and said, "did I take advantage of you?"

"Uncle, shall I be your first love?" She continued to tease him.

I saw his ears slightly red, looking at her with a positive color: "good."

At this time, his mobile phone rings, holding a mobile phone to the French window, then the phone.

Shen Chengjing took the mobile phone, thought about it, and sent a message to Liu Sijie: "Jieer, I want to fall in love with my uncle."

He really treated her very well, this kind of good is not deliberate, but spontaneous heart. This kind of feeling, when she was with Mo Yongqiang, was not.

"Marriage before love? When it comes to love, it's the last word to put him to sleep first. It's a waste for such a handsome man to be a prop. " Without thinking, Liu Sijie delivered his acceptance speech.

"We are pure."

"Cut, between men and women which have pure?"

"Yes, Mo Yongqiang and I are." She thought about it, only that example.

"You think you're in love with him? I have opposed you since 800 years ago. If you want to say that you love him, I will immediately raise my head and see you. " Liu Sijie despises him very much. On the way of feeling, Shen Chengjing is much slower than others.

Is that true? She didn't love him, but she fell in love with him for a year?

As night falls, the sky gradually darkens. In front of the French windows, the stars are shining outside, which are not real.

She got up, took a bath, changed her pajamas, sat at the dresser and looked at her face in the mirror.

Wet long draped over her shoulders, water droplets fell on the carpet, and this randomness sent out a natural coolness all over her, like a fairy sneaking into the earth in the night.

"What are you thinking?" When Mo Yanchen finished, he returned to the room, picked up a towel and walked behind her, wiping her hair.

Her hair is long and dark. She has never been permed and dyed. She likes it very much.

"Tomorrow is Wednesday."

"Are you nervous? Tomorrow is just for dinner. You don't have to prepare for it. " He gazed at Chen Chen for a long time. His slender fingertips were inserted into her hair and rubbed gently.

Shen Chengjing looks at herself and him in the mirror. She holds her chin, and he stands there quietly wiping her long hair, just like a loving old wife.

"Who's in your family?" Shen Chengjing frowns and suddenly realizes that she doesn't know much about Mohism.

"Big family, many members." Mo Yanchen laughingly looked at her, stretched out his hand to lift Shen Chengjing's jaw, looked directly into her eyes: "they should like you very much."

"If you don't like it, will you divorce me?" Shen orange still water eyes micro Yang, asked in a low voice.

In fact, from the moment she got her marriage certificate, she didn't think about divorce.

Dad said, once you start your life, don't end it easily!

"What? Start to worry? " Mo Yanchen looked at her with an abusive look in his eyes.

"Who cares, I don't." Shen Chengjing frowned, grabbed the towel in his hand, wiped his hair, threw it aside, ran to the bed and covered his head with the quilt.

"Ha ha." Mo Yanchen rarely laughed with a proud voice, looking at her figure lying on her side, in a good mood.