The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 206 is a man who is truly a stranger.

When Nanheng came, it was already in the evening. When the season warmed out of the room, I saw that Nanheng had not left.

At that time, she was so polite as she was, and asked Nan Heng if she would stay for dinner.

As a result, the uncle actually agreed.

At that time, the season looked warmly at the cakes that had not been cleaned up, and a mess, wondering if he would not have to be too polite with the two brothers of Mo Jingshen.

......

That night, Nan Heng looked at the few takeaways on the table and pumped his mouth.

"Don't be the last time you went to Laoqin, you made a hearty meal by yourself. You can only eat takeaway when you come to me?"

Mo Jingshen threw a disposable chopsticks to him, neither hot nor cold: "Do you think that I am now ready to have a hearty meal for you?"

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows and his eyes turned directly to the warmth of the Qin Shiting mouth that has now become a good wife.

The warmth of the season will open the long hair in front of the forehead, and show him the gauze on the forehead that is quite obvious. He said in a casual and casual manner with the depth of the ink: "You see that I am capable of doing it for you." A hearty meal?"

Nan Heng: "..."

Nan Heng smirked, and slammed the disposable chopsticks apart, no longer nonsense, directly tasted a dish, and picked up an eyebrow: "Oh, blame me for not being able to come and go, good fortune at this hotel chef The craftsmanship is good, I can barely eat."

This is the most well-known hotel in T City. It is said that the taste of the dishes is very famous in the country. When it comes to Nanheng, it is just barely able to eat?

The warm season also picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. After taking a bite, I felt that the man was the real heart and the heart, and it was so delicious...

She just sat down and saw Mo Jingshen also came to sit, she paused, and the subconscious began to give Nanheng a dish: "Come, eat more!"

She came back and forth and kept piles of vegetables in the bowl in front of Nan Heng. Nan Heng looked at the hills that gradually piled up in front of her eyes, and suspected that the warm-hearted brain had fallen out of the problem.

Her man is sitting next to her, what does she give him a dish? Desperate her man?

Nan Heng picked up the bowl that was piled up high, and looked at the deep depth of the ink, and he saw that he was sitting indifferently, and he couldn't help him to finish his fast-moving look.

"The last time you had a birthday, I cut your cake and ate so much. Today, my birthday, the ceremony is coming, I like it, I will cut it with you!" The warmth put the knife before Nanheng. Then, the only four cakes that have survived the last 21 cakes are stacked on the table.

Although it is a gradient color, but the last few, the cake color from pink to red, are very bright colors.

Nan Heng looked at the warmth of the season, smiled and picked up the knife, and casually clicked on the four cakes. Finally, I looked at the last big red cake, and then looked at the cake with black and white and red. A pair of little dolls made of chocolate in a wedding suit, picking up the knife will cut it from the middle.

"You try to cut it." Mo Jing Shen's tone is unchanged, and his eyes are indifferent when he opens his mouth. His eyes look cold and cold.

Nan Heng raised his eyebrows and laughed: "The warm season makes me cut casually."

Ink deep eyes and casually go to the other three cakes, meaning that he wants to cut and cut the other three. If he takes the cake of the doll, he will dare to cut it and make sure he can't see the sun in the morning.

Nan Heng laughed and put the knife down.

"Oh, I am not a birthday star, let alone I am really not interested in cakes."

"Oh." The season is not salty and not light, "I am very interested in the cake."

Nan Heng taunted and smiled: "If you really don't want to eat, wait for me to go out and throw it away when you go..."

Before the words were finished, Mo Jingshen directly clipped the mouth of a fish in the takeaway box and threw it into his bowl. He said: "Eat!"

Nan Heng looked at the nail-sized fish mouth in the bowl. Is this asking him to shut up?

He resisted and laughed: "This cake, your woman does not intend to eat at all, it is obvious that we are not cold on the sweets, this cake is not thrown away, do you still intend to stay at home and seal it up as a fossil?"

The ink scene is deep and screaming, and the voice is faint: "I am a fossil, do you have opinions?"

"No matter who he is, you can eat more." The seasonal warmth suddenly caught a variety of delicious bowls to Nanheng, and voiced his mouth and said: "What do you like to eat? I help you!"

Nan Heng wants to smile and look at the expression of the warm season. In the end, he doesn't say much more. Even if he doesn't usually eat what he eats, there is something in the bowl. He can also eat it for the face.

He gave the season a warm look, it goes without saying that her season warm and dare to spleen with the ink scene, he did not have this ability directly here and Mo Jing deep open, with her help to find a point of indifference to Mo Jingshen It is still feasible.

The result of the fact is that Nanheng’s bowl of rice has not been eaten yet, and he was directly driven out. He didn’t have enough to eat at all. In the blink of an eye, he was almost cut off by the cold knife in the eyes of Mo Jingshen. Not enough, but also with the takeout box that has not been eaten.

Finally, Mo Jingshen also presented a cold "roll" word.

Hey, I finally understand what Qin Siting said is how to abuse the Scoomore syndrome.

Really quite him. Mom is inhuman.

......

Tomorrow is Monday, it is reasonable to say that the warmth of the season should return to T to continue the class, but Mo Jingshen has not yet returned to Haicheng, it is estimated that she will rest in the apartment tomorrow.

The warmth sits on the bed in the bedroom, holding the textbook of business management in his hand. He intends to take a look at the contents of the lecture that Professor Lin will talk about tomorrow.

The large bed is soft and the room is also well-tuned. Although there is no winter in the T city, there is a windy sound tonight. The quietness of this moment is inconsistent with the wind outside the window. With a sense of security.

The true sense of security is whether the warmth from this room comes from a man who lives in this apartment with her, she is too lazy to think about it.

The man pushed in and broke the silence of this room.

The long legs took a steady step and walked toward her without saying a word.

The woman who was reading the book on the bed looked up, her face was calm, and the previous one was not happy. The voice was faint and had no emotion: "I will go back to T to go to class tomorrow."

The man frowned, and the answer was cold and crisp: "No."

"I just slammed my head on the wall. I have been resting almost until last night. The course here is only a few months. I missed a lot of classes in one day." Look at him: "I came to T city to study, but not to play on vacation. If you have to have a small illness and a small injury, if you have to rest at home, what do I have to be squeamish? If you insist on one thing, you can’t give up halfway. I am already It’s been half a month here. Do you want me to go back to Haicheng directly with you now?”

(End of this chapter)