The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

eat.

Mo Chengan chewed these two words slowly, and looked at her with gloomy eyes.

"People are like iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. I got up too early today, and I am already very hungry."

She pursed her lips and looked at the man in front of her aggrievedly.

Mo Cheng'an couldn't even say a word of rejection.

This girl had always had a knack for pulling his mind, she looked really hungry, her beautiful eyes were filled with desire.

This made Mo Chengan really reluctant to refuse.

"Then you sit down for a while, 10 minutes, I can fix it in 10 minutes." Demi stretched out two fingers, thin and long, completely different from her slightly fleshy cheeks .

Mo Chengan pursed his thin lips tightly, watching her turn and walk into the kitchen.

I was a little worried.

But in the end, he didn't say a word, just popped out a syllable from his nose, said "um", turned and walked to the window.

Looking down from here, you can also see the situation at the intersection.

Those homeless people were driven out by the people he arranged.

After all, you only need to tell the person in charge on the side of the street that there are homeless people running around and disturbing the people. Even those people who don't want to deal with them on weekdays, because he stepped forward, he would rush over to deal with them immediately.

Now several people are stopped at the intersection, and there is no situation of breaking in for the time being.

"The room you chose is not bad."

After closing the window, Mo Chengan still praised him sincerely.

In addition, there are two exits in the corridor.

Even if something unexpected happens, there is still time to run.

The busy figure in the kitchen paused slightly, turned around and smiled at him.

"Yes, I've been looking for it for a while."

"You already know this place well?"

Mo Chengan was guessing reasonably, after all, she seemed to be very familiar with this place.

"Yeah. Before I went to Glens Castle, I lived outside by myself. I stayed in several blocks."

she is standing alone
It took a long time before I saw a man coming from the front.

"What dish do you cook? It smells so good."

Mo Chengan slowly leaned in and took a look.

I only saw the girl busy back and forth.

Demi turned around immediately, "Don't, don't come in, there's oily smoke in here."

She was a little helpless.

"Dimark is really not suitable for Chinese food, and I was afraid that the smoke alarm here would directly call the police. Fortunately, I have tried it a few times before and nothing happened."

After she finished speaking, she saw that Mo Chengan was still standing beside her, and the smile on her little face could hardly hold on anymore.

Because Mo Chengan not only didn't go out, but stayed by her side, and started helping her with the vegetables.

"Inside... With your status, there is really no need to help."

"What kind of identity am I?" Mo Chengan said in a warm voice, following her words, and there was a hint of deep thought in those dark eyes that were as black as ink.

After a while, he finally stopped what he was doing, and slowly raised his head to look at her.

"Why, until now, I still feel that our identities are very different?"

Demi was taken aback.

I really don't know why he suddenly brought up this matter again.

He just lowered his head and started to heat up the pot.

"There's nothing inconvenient to admit, it's just a fact."

The voice was actually very low when he said this.

Demi just grunted twice.

But obviously, because Mo Chengan was too close, he still heard it.

The gloomy look on Jun's face increased a bit.

"I don't care about that."

After waiting for a long time, Mo Chengan finally said these words.

For him, this was already an extremely difficult opening.

She cared about her identity, so he told her not to care about it.

If she has concerns, then find a way to let her dispel all concerns.

Demi became quiet all of a sudden, because of that simple sentence, her body became inexplicably hot.

"I'll help you."

The man approached slowly by helping her, and his breath accidentally stained her cochlea.

Demi shuddered.

Her body was a little hot, and the man's rhythmic heartbeat sounded in her ears. At that moment, she almost forgot what she was going to do.

Until Mo Chengan reminded him in a low voice.

"The pot is hot."

"Put, put the oil..."

Demi barely found her voice.

She stuttered and explained a few words, "It's hot in the kitchen, you'd better go out first. The frying will be done soon."

Just going to fry two simple home cooked dishes.

Mo Chengan saw her nervousness, so he took a slight step back.

With just such a small distance, Demi has already breathed a sigh of relief.

She could even feel the air around her relax a lot, and the feeling of being squeezed just now finally disappeared.

Breathing is also much easier.

The range hood was humming, and the aging machine always made some noise from time to time.

And Demi stood by, trying to focus on the cooking.

She doesn't allow her mistakes.

So he lowered his head and continued to move calmly and self-sufficiently.

Mo Chengan did not leave the kitchen.

But he didn't continue to approach her to oppress her.

Instead, he leaned slowly against the edge of the kitchen door, folded his arms around his chest, and just looked at her sideways.

"How do you know how to cook?"

In his memory, the first time they met was in the kitchen of Glens Castle.

At that time, Demi was stealing food.

"My mother taught me." Demi admitted generously, seeing that she was in a hurry and almost overcooked the vegetables, and there was still a touch of embarrassment on her face.

"However, my mother passed away early, and she didn't teach me much. Later, I lived by myself. Sometimes the food outside was not nutritious enough. In addition, when I was young, I was used to the dishes made by my mother. For Dimak's side, Hamburgers and the like, but I’m not used to it.”

"So slowly, practice makes perfect."

While speaking, she had already fried a plate.

After filling it out, he took the initiative to hand it to Mo Chengan.

"Would you like to try it?"

The girl was wearing an apron, holding the plate of fried pork in her hand, looking at him with a pair of beautiful amber eyes, shining brightly.

At that moment, he couldn't even look away.

"Ah."

Mo Chengan responded with a hoarse voice, took the chopsticks she handed over, took a piece of meat and tasted it.

"How about it?"

She asked anxiously.

He didn't dare to admit the nervousness in his heart, because he was afraid that the stir-fried vegetables would not be good and would not suit his taste.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, but leaned over to smell it.

"good smell."

Demi was overjoyed immediately, and put the plate aside, and wiped her hands on the apron nervously, "Well, if you like it, try some more. There is also food, we will You can have lunch."

"it is good."

Mo Chengan didn't touch the dish.

He took advantage of the opportunity to put the chopsticks away, his black eyes were fixed on the girl all the time, and he was reluctant to move away for a long time.

It smells good.

The vegetables are fried fragrant.

She smells better.

"Don't worry, although my craftsmanship is not particularly good, I can still handle home cooking. The master in the kitchen in Glens Castle also taught me some. I don't dare to brag, but I am as good as his craftsmanship. Not much difference."

The girl's voice was soft and crisp, "That's right, you eat spicy food."

"eat."

Mo Chengan smiled, a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

He's actually not picky about what he eats.

It's just that there is a wife-loving madman in the family. Whether it's a servant helping in the kitchen or a chef cooking, he must want the best.

And the distinction is very clear. Those who cook Chinese food are good at cooking Chinese food.

If one day Ranran wanted to eat western food, another person would have to do it.

This also made the food he used since he was a child very delicate, so it was almost impossible to import.

But when he came to Dimak, how dare he insist.It's good to eat something.

Mo Chengan returned to the living room with the plate of dishes, and placed them on the small dining table that had been cleaned up.

Turning around, he picked up his own coffee and took a sip, looking at the busy people in the kitchen from a distance.

He took a sip of coffee, and some warmth flowed from his throat to his stomach.

But he never took his eyes off the girl for a moment.

In fact, you can see it.

Girls are also restless people.

At a rough glance, this house has one bedroom and one living room, plus the kitchen and bathroom, it is only about [-] square meters.

There are quite a few things inside, as if they were left by the previous people.

But Demi kept everything in order, and everything looked orderly wherever she looked.

"Well, help me see if the rice is done."

A girl's crisp voice came from the kitchen.

Mo Chengan quickly put away his observing eyes, looked to the side, and saw the small rice cooker.

"It's ripe."

He replied in a deep voice, "Do you want to unplug the power?"

"Yeah. Unplug it first, and it will taste better when it cools down later."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her with a half-smile, "You know that."

"That's not true. Although my mother hasn't been with me for a few years, she told me a lot of life skills."

Demi's voice relaxed a lot, and now she also came out with the rest of the dish.

As soon as she came out and raised her head, she met the man's dark eyes like ink.

His eyes can just reflect her appearance at this moment.

This made Demi panic inexplicably.

"You, what are you looking at? Is my face dirty?"

"No." Mo Chengan's voice was gentle, and he took the plate in her hand, "I think you look good."

boom!
At that moment, Demi felt that her cheeks should explode red.

The man just stared at her deeply, then turned and walked towards the dining table.

But she has been standing still, completely lost the ability to think and act.

"Where are the bowls and chopsticks?"

Mo Chengan asked from the side.

Only then did Demi realize, "It's in the kitchen, I'll get it."

She turned around immediately, her back was a little flustered.

He really ran away.

Looking at this scene, Mo Chengan smiled for a moment. His heart, which had been empty for a long time, was filled with this little reaction from her in an instant.

Suddenly, all the anger and dissatisfaction that had been lingering around me these days disappeared.

"Let's eat."

"It looks delicious."

Mo Chengan took the initiative to speak, and finally the luck on Demi's face dissipated a bit.

She hurried to turn on the rice cooker.

"I'll help you cook."

"it is good."

Mo Chengan would not refuse this point.

Even though his original intention of coming here was to save her from leaving, but now he is sinking in such a warm atmosphere.

Even hard to extricate myself.

Yes.

What he always desires in his heart is just the most ordinary warmth.

Those high-ranking women tried all means, but all they wanted to bring to him was to show their excellence.

His IQ is far beyond ordinary people, and things that are very difficult for ordinary people are as simple as eating and drinking water for him.

He studied economics and management since he was a child, learning business and controlling people's hearts.But he can obtain various certificates at the same time, and he can even be a doctor in addition to having no practical experience.

And now.

He is the sole heir of the Mohist Group and the apparent ruler of power.

He controls the top ten wealth in the world, and is the aloof Tulip Duke.

The so-called "excellence" is unmatched.

"Eat it quickly, the oil and salt are heavy, and it won't taste good after it cools down for a while."

Seeing him staring at her, Demi hurriedly urged in a low voice.

Mo Cheng'an smiled immediately, "Okay."

After a meal, neither of them said much.

But the atmosphere was so just right that Mo Chengan was reluctant to let go of the bowl even after eating three bowls of rice in a row.

He wanted to stay like this forever.

"Aren't you full?" Demi was a little helpless, and she could still see a little embarrassment on her cheeks.

"Well... I don't cook much. I originally planned to cook for two people, and I continued at night after lunch."

But obviously, her own weight is completely different from Mo Chengan's.

So much so that even if she only ate a bowl of rice, the rice cooker has bottomed out now.

Mo Chengan smiled, and finally put down the bowl and chopsticks, "I'm full. It's just that the taste is so good, I can't bear it."

He pinched the last few words very hard.

The meaning is self-evident.

Demi lowered her head and subconsciously bit her lip.

She really didn't know whether he was reluctant to part with delicious food or something else.

"I'll put away the dishes and chopsticks to wash up first."

Demi panicked again.

But this time, she moved faster than before, without any hesitation, she hurried back to the kitchen.

Soon there was the sound of pots and pans clashing inside.

"Do you need help?"

A man's voice came from behind, and Demi almost immediately refused.

"Need not!"

Just wash a few dishes.

Not to mention whether he can do it, even if he can, Demi is not willing to let him do these jobs.

But she herself has long been used to it.

After eating and drinking enough, Mo Chengan lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV to listen to the news.

The afternoon sun outside the window shone in a little, and the whole room was warm, which made him a little drowsy involuntarily.

He leaned directly on the sofa, letting the dense sleepiness wrap his whole body.

Half asleep and half awake.

I saw the girl come out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.

The slender figure was busy at the side, and cleaned up the trash can again.

Then he finally took off the apron, rubbed her sore waist, and finally moved closer to her.

"Huh? Are you asleep?"

Demi thought he was resting on the sofa.

When I got closer, I realized that the man's eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was very even, as if he was really asleep.

Maybe it's because the atmosphere in the room is really good.

Or maybe she has a kind heart.

In short, when Mo Chengan was not fully asleep, she didn't come over to disturb him, but let him continue to lie down and rest.

The girl's amber eyes would look this way occasionally, but he never noticed that he opened his eyes to look at her occasionally.

That beautiful hair hangs down her neck, and there is still a little baby fat on her cheeks, which makes her facial features look more refined, taking into account the delicacy of the East and the elegance of the West.

Mo Chengan thought about some miscellaneous thoughts, and fell asleep just like that.