Love Deep and Sweet Love: Overbearing President Says He Loves Me

Viscount Mo took her hand and said disapprovingly, "Don't go, I'm not hungry."

Xu Qingge broke free from his hand, smiled, "You, if you are hungry, you will be hungry, if you don't take it, it will be fine soon, just wait a moment."

Seeing her leaving back, Viscount Mo leaned on the sofa, and the corners of his lips could not help but smile.

The wall clock on the wall kept turning, maybe because he was too tired, Viscount Mo's eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep after a while.

Xu Qingge was in the kitchen, making a few of his favorite side dishes, and it took a long time for the impromptu cooking, so she ordered a bowl of noodles.

After everything was done, she took off her apron and went to the living room to call Viscount Mo, "Viscount, dinner is ready."

When she walked into the living room, she found him lying on the sofa and fell asleep, she couldn't help smiling, and walked over to sit beside him.

Looking at his sleeping face, he felt a little distressed, and then took a blanket to cover him.

Viscount Mo's sleep was very light, and when he sensed someone, he immediately opened his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked seriously deprived of sleep.

"Why don't you call me?"

His words, with some reproach, finally came back, to see her, he didn't want to waste time on sleeping.

Xu Qingge put the blanket aside and said distressedly, "Seeing that you are too tired, I don't want to wake you up."

Mo Zijue hugged her, his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm not tired at all when I'm with you."

Xu Qingge glanced at him shyly, then got up and went to the kitchen to bring all the food.

"It's a good thing you woke up, otherwise the food would be cold. Eat it while it's hot!"

She thoughtfully put the bowl of noodles in front of him and handed over the chopsticks.

Mo Zijue took the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, picked up the noodles, and took a bite.The familiar taste in his memory instantly hit his taste buds.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Xu Qingge sat beside him and asked expectantly.

Viscount Mo chewed, cleared his throat, and smiled charmingly, "When did Mrs. Mo learn the art of being a husband secretly? She actually made this noodle taste so similar. She is indeed Viscount Mo's wife."

What he said was a compliment to himself, Xu Qingge smiled slightly, "You are not ashamed to say this, it is obvious that I am good, but it is your credit in the end."

The taste of this noodle is exactly the same as the noodle that Mo Zijue cooked for Xu Qingge back then.At that time, Xu Qingge always loved to pester Viscount Mo to cook her noodles.

Later, after she left Shangguan's house, whenever she thought of Viscount Mo, she would make herself a bowl of noodles like this to relieve her lovesickness.

She was originally a person who didn't know how to cook, but in order to learn his face well, she specially enrolled in a cooking class and learned how to cook.

Later, after she tried many times, she finally made noodles that tasted almost the same as Viscount Mo's.

"No, I'm actually praising my wife for being amazing and ingenious."

When Zijue Mo spoke sweet words, he was not ambiguous at all, but when he spoke freely, he only listened to Xu Qingge.

Xu Qingge smiled sweetly, urging him to write and eat.

After eating, Xu Qingge saw that he was too tired, so he left him here overnight.

The two had been honest with each other for a long time, so naturally they would not sleep in separate rooms, so Xu Qingge had already been lying on the bed, and Viscount Mo went into the bathroom to wash up.

Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Xu Qingge lay on the bed and meditated.

Suddenly thinking of Mo Chentian, she couldn't help gripping the blanket tightly, and her breathing became a little constricted.