Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 231 Gossip Queen: If there is no real hammer, what can you do to me? 60
Shen Mo followed Haile all the way to Lanshan Villa. Haile didn't enter the door in a hurry, but handed the key to her, and motioned to her with a smile: "Welcome home."

Shen Mo casually opened the room with the key. She really has no impression of this house, and most of the fragmented memories she recovered are not about this place.It's just that the decoration here is very delicate, and the furniture is also new. You can tell it has been redecorated at a glance.

"The previous room was too empty, so I redecorated it. You don't remember it anyway, and there is no need to keep it."

"En." There are enough rooms, Shen Mo dragged his luggage and wanted to choose a room far away from him.

"Do you like it?" He hugged her from behind, buried his head on her neck and murmured lazily: "After all, this is where we will live in the future."

"I don't like it." Shen Mo pushed open the door and said idly.

"why?"

"because of you."

His movements paused, and then he helped her put the luggage into the room: "That may disappoint you, because your fate and mine are destined to be bound together. Oh, don't forget that I am still a patient, I should Those who are taken care of must still be taken care of.”

She pushed the door shut to keep this annoying guy out.

But after all, I still have to cook for him!

Discouraged, she simply packed up her things, not to mention that she was penniless and had nowhere to go, even if it was out of gratitude, no matter how annoying this person was, she would definitely do what she said.

As a person, the biggest principle of her is not to owe favors. No one can receive favors from others for no reason without gratitude. She does not want to owe any favors or debts of love. Only then can you feel at ease.If you don't owe anything, you won't put anyone in your heart because of your debt.

After putting things away, Shen Mo went to the kitchen. There were many materials in the refrigerator to choose from. She simply selected a few items to prepare some food that was beneficial to wound recovery.

At some point, the man walked behind her, hugged her from behind and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"Why are you making soup again?" He murmured and complained softly.

She turned her head in disbelief, and saw that he was so tall but leaned on her body like a baby. He didn't have half of his usual vigorous and vigorous appearance, but he looked like... a child who didn't grow up.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't like it." She turned her head and continued to put the chopped ingredients into the pot one by one.

"I like everything you do." He smiled softly, took her hand and turned her around: "It's just that I'm getting tired of eating these days."

"It's fine if you're tired of it, then let's stop here." She was glad, wishing that he would get tired of this meal sooner, and by the way, she would also get tired of it.

"Hey..." But he held her in his arms, between his body and the stove, and said softly, "Are you angry?"

"No way." She was too happy.

"What I mean is, although Madam's cooking skills are very good, but eating them all the time will make you feel tired, why don't we... eat something else?"

"Okay." She felt that such a demand could be met by ordering takeaways, and she was happy and relaxed.

"It's fine if you agree." The sly light in his eyes flashed away, and before she could react, he kissed her, greedily and insatiably tasting the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

"You're nervous..." She stepped back in a hurry, almost knocking over the empty bowl on the table, and angrily stretched out her hand to criticize him.

(End of this chapter)