Chapter 89

After talking with Mo Qiu, Shen Chengjing examines her wound and finds that she has recovered.

After he left, she went downstairs and smelled a familiar delicacy.

"Uncle." She barefoot went in, saw his busy back, she suddenly came forward, stretched out her hand from behind to hold him tightly.

Mo Yanchen's body was stiff, and he looked down at the small hands crisscrossed in his abdomen. A warm current flowed from his body and penetrated into his heart.

"What's the matter?" His throat moved, his mouth watering, and his palms were on her hands.

Her small face lingered behind him, smelling his unique breath: "Mo Yanchen, when I have the ability, I will protect you."

"Good." He turned around, lowered his head, reached out and touched the tip of her nose. "But now all you have to do is wash your hands and eat."

On his deep black eyes, soft soft, she is in a good mood at the moment, to wash hands for a while, he has served.

What she did was a simple soup with three dishes. She had a good appetite.

He opened the chair for her, and Shen also enjoyed the warmth of his company.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Mo Yanchen leaned forward and looked at her. After taking a few mouthfuls, he did not move.

"No Shen Chengjing is biting his chopsticks and is engaged in an ideological struggle.

Pink cheeks bulging, looks very cute, clear eyes smooth rotation, small hands supporting chin: "just feel the taste of home, reluctant to eat."

Every time they eat in the Shen family, their words are not as bad as they are now, but the harsh words are common, and every meal is not comfortable.

"Ma'am, is it a craft reluctant to be a husband, or is it?" Mo Yanchen pretended not to understand. He came close to her ear and ran his fingertips across her cheek.

"No! I'm trying to eat, OK? " She was afraid that he didn't believe it. She was just about to eat the food. She looked at him with sly eyes and put it in front of him: "uncle, take a breath first."

"It's delicious." Mo Yanchen mouth slightly Yang, open mouth to eat her food, Shun chopsticks back to her.

Shen Chengjing just wanted to make fun of him, but didn't expect him to be like this. He turned red and drank a mouthful of stuffy soup: "uncle, don't you have to go to work?"

"Yes, but it's not very busy today." Mo Yanchen conceals her tiredness. She doesn't know that he moved his business back to Mo yuan for her.

"Really? I still have two days off. Why don't we go to a place tomorrow? " She stares at him expectantly.

"Where?" Mo Yanchen's face full of love, for her clip a piece of meat.

"The secret." Shen Chengjing turns her head and mysteriously picks Liu Mei: "is uncle afraid that I will sell you?"

"Ha ha, ma'am, are you willing?"

"That's not necessarily, but for the sake of your good cooking, I'll let you off first. I'm not so lucky next time." she

"I'll have to show my loyalty to my wife." Mo Yanchen pauses for a moment and immediately flatters him.

After a meal, they were in a good mood.

As night began to fall, she went back to her bedroom and took a bath with her pajamas.

"La la..." she was humming a song, rubbing her back, looking at the healed wounds on her arm through Ruo Da's mirror, and gently stroking her fingertips.

The water drops slowly down her arms. Her delicate figure is like a pearl in a pink rose under the baptism of warm water.

"Ah." She suddenly from the mirror, see a pair of eyes are staring at her, in her back, the figure flash away.

"Uncle, uncle." She screamed and reached for her bathrobe. She slipped and fell to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes.