My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Speaking of makeup, An Nuo came back after washing her face, and Mrs. Rui patted An Nuo with some water and milk essence, but she was a little at a loss.

The young man's skin is fair and soft, but it's easy to pinch. The mask and foundation in Mrs. Rui's hands look dirty after being applied.

"Forget it." Aunt Rui was envious, and helped An Nuo apply some lip balm, "That's enough."

An Nuo had never recorded a video before, so she didn't know that there was a lot of knowledge in it.

Rui Dashen first discussed with An Nuo to determine the theme of the video, and wrote an outline. Rui Dashen's shooting assistant also came over, and everyone brainstormed how to shoot and how to perfectly arrange An Nuo into the video.

Rui Dashen often shoots this kind of video to share his life with fans. An Nuo enjoys watching it on weekdays, but he didn't expect that behind the video, so much preparation needs to be done.

Master Rui is very meticulous in his work and strives for perfection. Mrs. Rui is helping to conceive the idea. The couple talked and laughed. Back to the hotel.

Lying flat on the big bed, the room was silent.

An Nuo closed her eyes for ten seconds, and suddenly realized something was wrong, she turned over in a jerk, searched everywhere, and finally saw a man in a small bath with eyes closed and light sleep.

Mo Shenghuan breathed slowly, resting his head on the edge of the bath, his slightly long hair hanging down gently, his neck and shoulders were smooth, but there was a force that could not be ignored, his cold white skin against the white porcelain, his beauty was undeniable.

An Nuo tiptoed over, only to find that there was no foam on the surface of the water, and he could see the scene under the water at a glance. After a pause of three seconds, An Nuo turned around immediately without blinking.

I don't know how long my uncle slept here, An Nuo took two steps back, touched the edge of the bath, put a hand in, and felt the temperature of the water.

The water is already a little cold, and if I sleep again, I may catch a cold.

An Nuo took the bath towel she brought, put it on the side of her face to block her sight, stood by the bathtub, and raised her hand to touch her uncle's forehead.

Feeling the touch, Mo Shenghuan slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at An Nuo lightly with sleepy eyes.

"The water is cold, go to bed and sleep, okay?" An Nuo lowered her head, her voice was soft.

"En." Mo Shenghuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice was a little nasal, and in front of An Nuo, he held onto the side of the bath with one hand and was about to get up straight away.

An Nuo turned her head quickly, and heard the sound of water falling into the bath.

A hand with strong knuckles took the bath towel that An Nuo stuck to the side of his face. The bath towel wiped his cheeks, and a drop of water fell on the back of An Nuo's neck, and slowly slid down.

The place where the water drop slipped and fell, brought a burst of itching, An Nuo just wanted to raise his hand to reach it, only to feel his slightly cool fingertips touched the itchy place, slowly moving up, where the water drop fell, lightly Swirl lightly.

An Nuo's face seemed to be feverish, the feeling brought by Mo Shenghuan's stroking just now still stayed there, and several hums were piled up in An Nuo's throat, and he resisted not daring to make a sound.

"Okay." A low voice came from behind, and the breath almost sprayed behind An Nuo's ears. The young man's skin was too white, and the blush at the base of his ears became more and more obvious, like a layer of rouge that was constantly smudged.

An Nuo turned her head and saw that Mo Shenghuan's neck was covered with a layer of pink, her upper body was naked, and a bath towel was casually wrapped around her waist.

Accompanied by Mo Shenghuan's steps, the towel was crumbling.

"Mr. Mo!" An Nuo took a deep breath, quickly stretched out two fingers, and grabbed Mo Shenghuan's bath towel.

Mo Shenghuan stood where he was, watching the boy squat down, and the color on his neck instantly turned red again.

"It's not good to wrap the bath towel like this. If you move around a little, the bath towel will fall off!" An Nuo gave Mo Shenghuan serious guidance, "If you want to wrap the bath towel tightly, you can wrap it like this first, and the edge of the bath towel is tucked into the previous layer. , and then roll it down here, so that it will be very strong!"

An Nuo rolled up the edge of the towel, but didn't hear the sound from above. Looking up, she found that Mo Shenghuan was looking down at herself, and the red color spread from the neck to the chest.

As if he had discovered something, Mo Shenghuan stretched out his hand and wiped An Nuo's lips with his thumb.

A light lip balm with a hint of strawberry scent.

An Nuo blushed and stood up, Mo Shenghuan lowered his head, held the boy's face in his hands, tilted his head slightly and kissed it.

An Nuo subconsciously closed her eyes, raised her hand to support Mo Shenghuan's waist, her hands were cold and smooth, An Nuo withdrew her hand like an electric shock, only then did she realize that Mo Shenghuan was not wearing any clothes on her upper body.

The lips were sucked lightly, Mo Shenghuan took An Nuo's retracted hand and placed it on his waist again.

An Nuo opened her eyes and looked at the cold face that was close at hand. She put her fingers on the smooth jade-like skin of the man, her heart beating violently.

The young man's hands were as hot as fire, and the place where his fingers slid, left a warmth that could not be ignored, like warm feathers, falling gently on one place, warming the flesh underneath.

Uncle is quick to learn everything, and can draw inferences from one example, his kissing skills have improved by leaps and bounds, An Nuo's breath is almost taken away, and Mo Shenghuan smells on his lips and teeth.

When it comes to kissing, Mo Shenghuan likes to take and occupy, showing a strength that does not match his appearance.An Nuo once felt that if he could eat it, he would have been chewed by his uncle.

The palate was gently swept by the tip of his uncle's tongue, An Nuo's legs were a little weak, and the hand holding Mo Shenghuan's waist exerted a little force at night.

Mo Shenghuan stopped suddenly, his eyes darkened, he lowered his body and hugged An Nuo, the two kissed inseparably on the big bed.

Until the knock on the door interrupted the two of them, there was Bai Xiao's voice outside the door.

"An Nuo, Mr. Mo is coming, do you two want to greet him?"

An Nuo pushed Mo Shenghuan away, took two deep breaths to stabilize her breath, "We're going."

"Okay, see you at the entrance of the hotel in 10 minutes." Bai Xiao's footsteps left, An Nuo's heart was "thumping", as if she was almost called by the teacher during class.

An Nuo looked at Mo Shenghuan who was on her body, and suddenly realized that at some point, her legs were wrapped around the opponent's waist, and they were still tightly wrapped.

With a "coax" in An Nuo's head, she hurriedly retracted her legs, rolled to the side twice and got off the bed.

An Nuo turned her back, barely daring to look at her uncle, said "we clean up", and fled to the bathroom in three steps at a time.

Ten minutes later, An Nuo took Mo Shenghuan downstairs on time. Mo Shengkang's family and Mo Duoduo were waiting at the door early. When they saw the two going downstairs, they all focused their eyes.

Mo Chenghuan saw the parent-child artifact in the wrists of the two, and found that An Nuo did not hold Mo Shenghuan's hand as usual, but walked in front.

"Brother." Mo Duoduo suddenly said while holding the child, and looked at Mo Shenghuan with a smile, "I heard from my father that you have been much better recently."

An Nuo glanced at Mo Duoduo in surprise, normally speaking, Zhang Yun should be the first to speak.

Mo Shenghuan ignored Mo Duoduo, looking down at An Nuo's hand in front of him.

Seeing that Mo Shenghuan didn't respond to Mo Duoduo, Zhang Yun couldn't help but smile, and looked at Mo Duoduo proudly.

Compared to Mo Shenghuan and An Nuo, this Mo Duoduo is not a good thing.

"It seems that my brother's situation is still not good." Mo Duoduo sighed regretfully, "It would be great if my brother could get better soon, so that I can help my father relieve a little pressure, and he can also tutor Cheng Huan."

An Nuo stood still and glanced at Mo Duoduo.

Mo Duoduo wanted to say something else, but seeing the Bai family couple also came out of the hotel, they immediately shut up and turned their heads away.

An Nuo saw the car coming to pick up Mr. Mo, and Mo Shengkang and Mo Duoduo's family walked over quickly. An Nuo stood beside Mo Shenghuan, feeling his palms itch.

An Nuo lowered her head and saw Mo Shenghuan's fingers gently scratching her palm.

An Nuo blushed and grabbed his uncle's fingers.

The uncle's fingers didn't mean to run away, instead he held An Nuo's hand and shook it twice.

An Nuo couldn't help smiling, and looked up to see Mr. Mo and Secretary Li coming out of the car, exchanged pleasantries with the Bai family couple, and walked towards the hotel together.

The dust-cleaning banquet was held in the restaurant of the hotel. Mr. Mo saw Mr. Zhao Wei. The two old men shook hands and reported their ages to each other. They were actually the same age. Mr. Zhao Wei was two months older than Mr. Mo. And a little kinder.

Seeing the old man, Zhang Yun's face suddenly changed, and he lowered his head and pretended not to recognize him.

When the dishes were served, the most eye-catching thing was the large plate of salmon sashimi in the middle, which was placed on ice one by one, and the meat looked extremely tender.

"Brother Mo, you gave birth to a good son." Zhao Wei couldn't help sighing when he saw the salmon sashimi.

"Oh?" Mr. Mo said in surprise.

"The young man is very good at knives, smart and talented. If he studies under me for a few years, he must win a Golden Chef Award." Zhao Wei really cherishes his talents.

"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about...?" Mr. Mo looked around suspiciously. Among his sons and grandchildren, all of them are people who don't touch the spring water with their fingers. How can there be one who is good at knife skills?

"That's it!" Zhao Wei pointed at Mo Shenghuan, "This plate of salmon sashimi was all cut by him."

An Nuo looked at the salmon slices in surprise, and then at Mo Shenghuan, uncle can knife? !

"How is it possible." Mr. Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "My son almost grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. Let alone knife skills, he has never been in the kitchen."

"Impossible." Zhao Wei shook his head, "His knife skills can't be practiced in less than ten years!"

"Brother Zhao, what I said is true. This child grew up under our noses. Except for the few years when he was studying abroad, he had never been in the kitchen." Mr. Mo still couldn't believe it.

"Then maybe he learned it when he was studying abroad?" Zhao Wei guessed, "Or is he very talented?"

The two old men chatted back and forth. After the dishes were served, everyone started to move their chopsticks. An Nuo picked up all kinds of dishes for Mo Shenghuan, and what uncle picked up to eat was very coaxing.

The food was almost finished, because the two old people were chatting, and no one dared to leave. An Nuo received the edited video from Rui Dashen, and after scooping a bowl of porridge for Mo Shenghuan, he left the crowd and Sit on the sofa in the box and watch the video.

After Mo Shenghuan finished his porridge, he turned his head to look at An Nuo, and found that the young man was doing his own thing with his head down, so he turned his head, and after a long silence, he scooped up the same bowl of porridge for An Nuo and himself.

After Mo Shenghuan finished his own bowl, the porridge in An Nuo's bowl was already cold.

Mo Shenghuan drank what was in An Nuo's bowl, and then scooped up porridge for An Nuo.

After repeating this two or three times, a big pot of porridge has bottomed out.

The two old men chatted a lot, and wanted to play another game of chess, so they asked the others to go back first.

People in the private room were almost gone, and Mo Shenghuan was still sitting in his seat waiting for An Nuo, and by the way finished the last bit of porridge at the bottom of the bowl.

Zhao Wei noticed the situation on Mo Shenghuan's side, curiously poked his head over to take a look, and raised his eyebrows immediately.

"Son, how many bowls did you drink?"

Mo Shenghuan silently raised a finger.

"One bowl?" Zhao Wei glanced at the two bowls dipped in porridge, and it didn't look like he drank only one bowl.

"Basin." Mo Shenghuan corrected calmly.

"Tsk." Zhao Wei was speechless, "Do you know what this is?"

Mo Shenghuan looked at some porridge left on the wall of the basin, and silently raised his eyes to Zhao Wei.

The old man shook his head helplessly, "The one added with artificial cistanche can nourish the kidney yang, benefit the essence and blood, understand?"