The flash marriage wife is sweet and wild

"Sorry, it's a little late." Luo Li looked apologetically at the man in the driver's seat who had a low aura.

Mo Jinbei looked at her sideways: "When will we make our relationship public?"

"Ah? Hmm..." Luo Li was a little embarrassed.

"My mother has already agreed to our relationship, and you have nothing to worry about. Why don't you make it public tomorrow?" Mo Jinbei said with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Luo Li scratched her hair: "Isn't it good for us now? And we work in the same place, it would definitely be inconvenient for everyone to know that we are in love."

"What's inconvenient?" Mo Jinbei's face darkened, and he looked forward, "You are afraid of the public opinion from the outside world, but no matter when we are together, they will have all kinds of guesses. This is something that we have to face sooner or later. The right thing, as long as this period of time passes, people will not pay attention to us."

Luo Li lowered her eyes, "But...the group expressly stipulates that they cannot fall in love, have you forgotten?"

Mo Jinbei was taken aback, looking at her with obvious surprise.

Luo Li looked at him and blinked: "It seems that this rule was made by you. If we want to disclose our relationship, I may have to resign from Mo's."

Mo Jinbei now fully understands what it means to lift a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

This prohibition order was made by him, in order to prevent the relationship between colleagues from affecting the work, so since he took office, office romances have been expressly prohibited.

Looking at his gloomy face, Luo Li pursed her lips: "So, let's make it public when I become more independent and leave the group? OK?"

She looked at him carefully, and reached out to grab his hand, "OK? Huh?"

Mo Jinbei took a light breath and started the car, "I'll cancel it another day."

Luo Li chuckled: "Okay, let's go home first, otherwise we won't have time to send it to Auntie."

Moyuan was far away, so the two of them went back to where Luo Li lived.

Seeing the two of them come back with big bags and small bags, Lisa's eyes were about to roll to the sky, "Aren't you embarrassed? Treat me like a single person like this?"

Luo Li shrugged her shoulders: "Then you go to the hospital to find your little wolf dog, he is probably waiting for you pitifully."

Lisa pouted: "I don't care about him."

"Okay, I'll cook something delicious for you later." Luo Li patted her head.

"Do you need my help?" Lisa asked, watching Mo Jinbei enter the kitchen and nodding: "It doesn't seem to be necessary, please close the door, or I will bite someone in a hurry."

Luo Li smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing Mo Jinbei in a daze at the pile of bought ingredients, "What's wrong?"

Mo Jinbei sighed lightly: "I can't do it."

Luo Li chuckled: "It's rare to see you, Young Master Mo, have something you don't know."

As she spoke, she took out an apron from the cabinet, shook it and hung it around his neck, and tied the rope around his waist.

Mo Jinbei bent his lips when he saw her lowered eyebrows and kissed her forehead.

Once a man starts, he seems to be endless, kissing and hugging every now and then.

Luo Li patted his arm, took another apron and handed it to him, then turned her back, "Put it on for me."

Mo Jinbei put it on for her obediently. Her waist was so thin that she could hug her with one hand.

Luo Li tied up her hair casually, and took out all the ingredients that needed to be used, "Okay, now we will divide the work and cooperate, you handle these vegetables, wash them and cut them into pieces, and then I will stew the ribs, okay?"

Mo Jinbei nodded.

Both of them are dedicated and serious people, and they are busy with their own work without talking.

Luo Li boiled the pork ribs, looked at Mo Jinbei curiously, and couldn't help but smile when he saw that he was chopping vegetables seriously: "Are you obsessive-compulsive? You don't need to cut them so neatly."

"Really?" Mo Jinbei glanced at her, but he didn't pay attention.

When the ribs and vegetables are ready, put them in the pot and cook together.

Luo Li glanced at the time, clapped her hands, and took out a pear from the refrigerator, "Let me help you make a pear, your voice is a little hoarse."

It seems that when the seasons change, Mo Jinbei's throat will feel uncomfortable.

Mo Jinbei stood aside and watched her.

The soft and bright lights were turned on in the kitchen, Luo Li was wearing a pink apron, her long hair was casually tied behind her head, and she was seriously cutting pears with lowered eyes.

Such a scene gave him an illusion, as if they had lived together for a long time.

Cook together after get off work and enjoy a moment of peace and happiness.

With a slight movement in his heart, Mo Jinbei stepped forward and hugged her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Luo Li shrank her neck, glanced at the door, and pushed him back with her elbow, "What are you doing? SaSa is still outside."

"Well, she won't come in." He said in a low voice, with a bit of shamelessness.

Luo Li smiled helplessly and let him go.

After the soup was ready, Luo Li divided it into two portions, one for Liang Jin and one for Lu Haoyan.

"Shall I give it to him?" Lisa took the thermos with some disgust, "I won't give it to him, and he will be self-righteous again then."

"Okay, just take it as sending it for us, please." Luo Li clasped his hands together and blinked.

She is not a person who will often act like a baby, but if she acts like a baby, it will kill her.

Lisa sighed: "Well, for the sake of my free time today."

"Send this to Auntie?" Luo Li looked at Mo Jinbei.

Mo Jinbei nodded lightly.

Luo Li followed him back to the Mo family.

After getting off the bus, Mo Jinbei gave the thermos to Luo Li.

Looking at his unnatural expression, Luo Li bent her lips: "Are you nervous?"

"I didn't." He turned his head away.

Luo Li held his hand, "Don't be nervous, Auntie will be very happy, you made this for her yourself."

Mo Jinbei didn't speak.

Liang Jinzheng was depressed that he and his son couldn't get along. Sitting on the sofa and peeling oranges while lost in thought, he sighed and looked at Mo Wenhan a little angrily, "Can you stop watching? It's giving me a headache."

Mo Wenhan looked at her innocently: "Why am I bothering you while reading?"

Liang Jin was very upset: "Don't you turn the pages when you read? Isn't there something moving when you turn the pages?"

Convinced by her theory, Mo Wenhan silently closed the book and squeezed her legs, "How does it feel to see Miss Luo today?"

"Hmm..." Liang Jin thought for a while, "That girl is nice, she is very sincere when getting along with her, she looks like a very sensible person, she doesn't have a ladylike temper, she is quite similar to me when I was young."

"It seems that you are quite satisfied?" Mo Wenhan asked tentatively.

Liang Jin snorted: "What makes me dissatisfied is your son. He is exactly the same as when you were young. He is cold and difficult to get along with. As a mother, I don't even know how to get close to him."