Chapter 908

"What is it?"

Song Xi curiously leaned over to have a look. Mo Sen turned off his mobile phone with a quick eye and said faintly, "nothing, junk SMS."

Song Qu curled his lips: "cut, don't look at it."

Night came.

Song Xi's stomach growled.

In the morning, because her mother was angry, she didn't dare to eat more. When she came back, she had to fill in the form and code words. What she ate was delayed.

And the delay was at half past six in the evening.

After she finished the code, she turned on the computer and found that moson was missing.

Song Xi frowned, put down the computer and got up. In the small apartment, she searched inside and outside, but there was no sign of him.

Her face became ugly in an instant and stood in the living room.

Where did he go? Why is it suddenly gone?

Will it be, how many years will it be?

Just as she was thinking, the doorknob suddenly turned and a familiar figure came in from the outside.

Song Xi looked at him stupidly, and suddenly ran over.

Morson was full of food in his hand.

Feeling that her mood is not right, Morson also let her embrace, soft voice: "what's the matter?"

Song Xi's head buried in his chest, stuffy voice: "I thought you disappeared again."

"No, I won't go any more."

Song Xi's voice sounded a little astringent: "if you leave again, I don't guarantee that I still have the perseverance to wait for you for several years."

Hearing the speech, morsen's look suddenly became complicated.

He never thought that Song Xi had been waiting for him to come back these years.

"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just staying in your little apartment. Are you satisfied?"

Song Xi couldn't help laughing, let him go and glared at him: "who wants you to depend on."

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Morson raised his pocket in his hand: "hungry, I'm going to cook."

At this time, song Kui saw the dish in his hand.

"Your left arm is not good. You can't carry things. Besides, I'll cook the meal, and the wound will be bad if it involves you later."

Song Xi quickly wanted to take over the dishes in his hands, but was flashed by Mosen: "this dish is not heavy, I'm not as delicate as your women."

With that, he went into the kitchen.

Song Xi immediately followed in.

"I'll cook. It's not convenient for you to cook."

Morson pushed her out: "one hand is enough."

Song Xi couldn't resist him, so she had to follow him.

About an hour later, dinner is ready.

Looking at the exquisite dishes on the tea table, Song Xi was surprised.

And it smells so good.

Song Xi's stomach was immediately hooked up.

In the past, moson would cook for her, but the taste was just so so. I don't know if his cooking has improved after so long.

She can't wait to grab the chopsticks and taste it, and the taste buds are immediately conquered.

This is too delicious, this cooking level, than he did not know how many times higher.

It seems that in the past few years, he has practiced cooking a lot.

Song Xi would never have thought that Mohsen had invited a chef to learn cooking skills.

Of course, for her.

"Morson, it's delicious!" She said, but she couldn't help but put the food in her mouth.

Although his dishes are very delicious, I don't know if it is her illusion. She always thinks that the taste is very familiar.

It's as if she had eaten it somewhere.

Song Xi racked her brain for a long time before she realized that the taste of this dish was very similar to that of the private takeout ordered by Hua Hua editor.

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