The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 718: The ink BOSS came out of the kitchen and looked like a plate...

When I finally can take pictures, the season warm is still wearing her dress like this and the end of the world, and the ink of Jingjing is together. Finally, the photographer with special qualifications is screaming at the side, especially satisfied with the words of a man with a mouthful of looks. The calm argument adds to the color of the studio that has been in Los Angeles for over a hundred years.

Ms. Wan Zhu always smiled at the side, until the filming was finished, and quickly came over and took the warm hand of the season and asked her if she was tired, like she was afraid of tireding her daughter-in-law.

Then I don't know if Ms. Wan Zhu was too excited in the last two days. She was so excited that she couldn't take it anymore. It might be because she got the acquiescence of Mo Jingshen and told the two of them to retake the wedding photo.

So the old man, Mo, took advantage of this excitement, and actually flew from Los Angeles on the other side of the ocean to Los Angeles the next day.

According to Mr. Ink’s statement, he has not been to the plane for at least 10 years, and he has not been to the United States for another seventeen or eight years. This time, it’s really to get the Sun’s wife and children to go back and forth, even the old Life is all out, and I have to come to Los Angeles to have a good reunion. I will live in Los Angeles and return to Haicheng.

In the living room TV room of the president's office of the Shine Group, the news is being broadcasted in the living room. The background behind the host is people coming and going. The Thanksgiving in the West is very lively. The smiles on the faces of the pedestrians represent the atmosphere of a certain festival. , little by little into the air of the night.

In the spare kitchen of the rest room, the sound of the familiar pots and pans came lightly, and the smell of the good food floated out.

The season warms up and **** the nose.

Well, today is sweet and sour pork ribs.

She looked up and secretly glanced.

There was warm light in the cracks, gently passing through the dry air, which was mapped into her eyes.

The tall figure that left the high-level meeting in the building two hours ago was holding the dish with a spatula.

The ceiling lights of the kitchen and the scent of the food slowly intertwine in her senses, wrap him up and gently send it to her heart.

The faint scent of scented wood on his body was stained with smoke and smoke. She saw the back neck of his black broken hair, and bent a beautiful arc under the light.

This week, she likes to eat what she wants to do, the big BOSS and ink chef, because she recently began to greet the taste of Chinese food, and began to tirelessly give her a Chinese meal, although every time he said the total smoke of Chinese food It was a house that was so smoky, but her dinner always had a few dishes she liked.

Even this sweet and sour pork ribs, she guessed it should be the first two days back to the Mohist in Los Angeles, Ms. Wan Zhu made a plate of ribs, but the season warmth in the face of Moshao did not mean to eat too much appetite, only After sandwiching two pieces, I always only eat the food in front of me.

It is precisely because she clearly wants to eat but does not have a good taste to eat, obviously she did not mention this matter, and Mo Jingshen clearly sees it in her eyes.

Thoughts are still wandering in the sky. He has walked out of the kitchen and looked at the plate. In her eyes, she was more attractive than the hot and sweet ribs.

"What to look at?" He vacated a hand and patted the head she got up to get close: "Wash your hands."

He has a faint scent on his hand, with her familiar temperature, like in such an ordinary office lounge that can no longer be ordinary, can block all the troubles in the world, those Westerners who are outside the festival The atmosphere is also turned into a warm and unusual day to his ordinary days, calm but long.

......

After eating.

"I went back to the Moh family at night, and the family came." Mo Jingshen suddenly said the last rib in the mouth during the warm season.

The season warm suddenly coughed, and almost did not spit out the ribs clean, she looked at him strangely: Isn't Grandpa coming? Who else? ”

"My grandfather has never been to the United States for nearly two decades. It is rare to come once. When the world’s friends and old friends heard the news, they will naturally come and see you.” He put a cup of hot milk at this moment just in front of her. With her eyes, she didn't make a living.

"But their old friends are reunited, do we need us to go?" The warm side said while carefully pushing the glass with warm milk to the side, trying to smack him not to push and push further.

She just ate a lot, and at this point she couldn't squeeze a bit of milk in her stomach.

"Who said that after eating two bowls of rice and two bowls of milk and two cups of milk in the future? You can't eat it if you just reached half of your goal?" He found her little trick: "I am not still abandoning myself. ?"

"..."

The warm season looked at the milk that was pushed away by myself.

She ate a bowl of half a rice and a whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, and she did not eat it. She let her eat it alone. How can she have such a big stomach?

However, this milk is also good for people's ink BOSS kindly and personally hot, the season warmth had to come back, pretending not to pay attention to his mouth faintly satisfied with the traces of laughter, the milk or drink it for most of the time.

......

The reunion of the so-called old friend of the old man, it is really different from the warmth of the season.

She thought that it would be like the one seen on TV. A group of old people who have passed the age of seven and eight stood together and felt that their lives were in a hurry, or because they didn’t know that they could not see each other after seeing this meeting.

However, it is...

A group of old people sat together and chatted with tea, all with a smile, and they felt like a spring breeze.

But she is really not interested in the mahjong table of this group of fathers.

It can even be said that some of them do not understand the brain circuits of this group of fathers.

They have only seen it for nearly two decades. The way of entertainment after dinner is not to sit down and sing and rush, but to play mahjong.

And this mahjong also made two tables.

It is as if now, the other table is that Mr. Mo with his daughter-in-law, Ms. Wan Zhu, accompanied the other two fathers to play mahjong, and this table is accompanied by Mo Xuan and Mo Jingshen.

The warm season looked at the ink and deepened the coat, wearing the fitted fine-skinned white sweater, and the V-shaped neckline showed a gray shirt collar. He loosened the neckline and looked away from the mahjong card to the side. The warmth of the season, she used her eyes to signal her to sit next to him.

With so many people, she is so close to what he is sitting on. Just now, this group of fathers has not ridiculed them young people.

It’s the face of Mo Jingshen’s friends who have had a good relationship with this group of grandmothers. It’s very indifferent and full of elegant laughter. There is no feeling of being ridiculed at all. It’s the rare warmth of the season. Red face again and again.

(End of this chapter)