She is the world's thousands of styles

Lin Daier was puzzled.

Didn't Shen Mochuan still dislike the Happy Immortal Water as junk food just now, so why did he buy it?

She didn't think much about it, and walked back with her bag.

Four dishes and one soup have been placed on the dining table, which is delicious in color, fragrance, and looks mouth-watering.

Shen Mochuan sat leisurely, his facial features were profound, his lines were graceful and gorgeous, occupying the splendor of the whole world, and he was also delicious.

Lin Dai'er's originally heavy heart relaxed a little, she stretched out her hand and was about to twist the lid of Sprite.

Shen Mochuan took it naturally, unscrewed the lid gentlemanly, and poured Sprite into the cup.

A string of blisters bubbled up from the crystal cup, beeping upwards, it was very refreshing to watch.

Lin Dai'er licked the corners of her lips, and was about to pick up the cup to drink Sprite.

Shen Mochuan tapped the back of her hand abruptly with chopsticks, and said solemnly, "Drink the soup first."

"Oh!"

Seeing Shen Mochuan's face in cooking, Lin Dai'er put aside her grudges for the time being, because she was too exhausted, so she indulged today.

Just for today.

She drank the black chicken soup with a small mouth, it was sweet but not greasy, it was really delicious.

Shen Mochuan also tasted the soup slowly. It didn't feel like drinking soup, but admiring a work of art. His movements were so graceful that there was no fault.

He glanced down at the onion picked out from Lin Dai'er's plate: "You don't like onions?"

Lin Daier smiled embarrassedly: "I like the taste of it as a seasoning, but I don't like to eat it."

She was also uneasy, she was picky when everyone cooked for her, it was really not suitable.

Fortunately, Shen Mochuan didn't say much.

After Lin Dai'er finished her soup, she could finally drink the refreshing Sprite. As the carbon dioxide came out, the worries accumulated in her heart seemed to come out along with it.

Her mood gradually improved, and she began to talk more.

"Mr. Shen, why do you cook so deliciously?"

Shen Mochuan picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork ribs in her bowl, and asked, "Can't I?"

Lin Daier was eating braised pork ribs and Sprite.

After eating, she said seriously: "It's not impossible, but the Shen family has a big business, and you are the young master. Time is extremely precious to you, and cooking is too time-consuming."

To put it more bluntly, Shen Mochuan should be a well-clothed and well-fed son, with ten fingers not touching the spring water.

"That's what you think my life is."

Shen Mochuan's eyes were deep, and he said a rather deep sentence.

Lin Dai'er was like a thief in the dark groping for a drawer. As long as she opened it quietly, she might be able to dig out jewels from it.

She bit the tip of her chopsticks, pretending to be innocent and innocent, and asked: "Then what is your life like?"

Shen Mochuan put another piece of beef into her bowl: "Little thing, you can't keep your mouth shut, can you?"

He behaves like a Buddha for a while, and a ghost for a while, which people can't understand.

Lin Dai'er shouldn't be too hasty, lest she step on the tiger's tail, she lowered her head and ate in silence.

But why is there always more food in her bowl?
She doesn't want to eat meat anymore, she wants to eat some vegetables to relieve her greasiness.

So, she looked up at Shen Mochuan quite seriously.

At this time, he was holding a piece of chicken and was about to put it into her bowl. Seeing that she hesitated to speak, he asked, "Little thing, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Daier roared loudly in her heart: "Brother, I want to eat vegetables, I really want to eat vegetables."
The words came to her lips, but she didn't dare to say them, she lowered her head cowardly and replied, "It's nothing."

"Eat more meat and gain weight."

"Oh!"

Lin Daier could only bite the bullet and continue cooking.

Shen Mochuan ate elegantly, but he ate very fast, and then sat beside her and watched her eat.

Lin Dai'er was under a lot of pressure, and felt that Shen Mochuan at this time was like a parent staring at a child who was dishonest.

When she stopped her chopsticks, she realized that she was full, and reached out to touch her swollen stomach.

Her stomach was protruding, and at this moment she thought about her pregnancy again, and her heart felt uncomfortable, like a sword hanging over her head.

Shen Mochuan hooked her fingers at Lin Dai'er coldly and arrogantly, she could only move her face closer and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Your cheeks are covered with sesame seeds again."

He held Lin Dai'er's cheek with his left hand, and then took out the wet towel next to her to help her wipe off the sticky sesame seeds and the oil stains on her mouth.

He looks shrewd and capable, and occasionally looks like a careless child.

Her eyes were full of moonlight, and in the dimness, she smiled especially brightly: "Thank you!"

The dimples on both sides of the mouth are cute and charming.

Shen Mochuan felt that she was more likable when she was still smiling.

He poked the dimples on her cheek with his fingertips, and half-truthfully said, "No wonder you drink so well, so you have dimples."
She laughed again, her fine eyelashes spread like a butterfly's wings.

"This is because of my grandfather. I have loved rice wine and plum wine since I was a child, but I don't like red wine very much. I don't think it makes much sense. Erguotou is more refreshing than red wine. What about you?"

"what?"

"Tell me something interesting about your childhood?"

"Lin Dai'er, you have been crying all day today, you should go take a bath."

Shen Mochuan withdrew his hand vigilantly, his expression as sharp and proud as the white snow on a mountain.

Her smiling peach eyes seem to have hooks, which can hook people to fall down, and they are like peach blossoms blooming, trapping people in the sea of ​​flowers.

Lin Daier nodded obediently: "Alright then!"

A cunning flashed in her eyes. Originally, she wanted to take advantage of the good atmosphere at this time to find out more about him from Shen Mochuan.

But this dog man is too shrewd and too vigilant, does she really want to seduce?

She pretended to be Shen Mochuan's little lover, fell in love with him, fell in love with him...

When this idea came to her mind, she immediately vetoed it. She didn't want to seduce Shen Mochuan, let alone think she had no such ability.

Immediately, she wisely went into the bedroom to take a bath.

When she came out, Shen Mochuan also went to take a shower.

Lin Dai'er felt uncomfortable when she heard the sound of rushing water. Too many bad things happened in this house.

At this time, those terrible and shameful memories came like a tide, trying to swallow her up and sweep her away.

Lin Daier sat on the bed and pretended to read the book seriously. The yellowish light fell on the book, making every page warm.

The uneasy mood eased a little. The book is the original English version of "A Brief History of Humanity", which is quite interesting, and I can't help but fall into the sea of ​​books.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped it, swallowing all the light.

The next second, Lin Dai'er raised her eyes, and saw Shen Mochuan propping one hand on the bedpost, leaning over to look at her.

A white bath towel was wrapped around his waist, and the strong mermaid thread was faintly visible. Crystal drops of water rolled down from his chest and slid into the bath towel, and his eyes moved down.

Lin Dai'er was a little shy, and stretched out her hand to cover her eyes involuntarily.

Shen Mochuan stepped forward to hold her hand, and pulled it down: "It's not like you haven't seen it, why cover it up?"

She thought about it, too, she had seen his whole body, more than once, twice.

So, she stared at Shen Mochuan with wide eyes.

Drops of water fell down the messy wet hair, across the young and sharp face, and fell down to the chin, like a drop of crystal teardrop.

Shen Mochuan saw that she was so straightforward, but two touches of rouge appeared on his jade-like cheeks.

He coughed uncomfortably: "Actually, girls still need to be reserved and restrained."