The morning sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are tiny dust undulations in the translucent beams.

He Wan'er woke up and took a shower, wrapped in a bathrobe and stepped into the cloakroom barefoot, leaving a series of footprint-like water stains on the floor.

I don't know if scolding Mo Chunshan before going to bed helps her sleep, she was bored in the room last night and watched the variety show, watching and yawning for days, and fell asleep before eleven o'clock, so she woke up before eight o'clock in the morning and couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply took a shower before changing her clothes.

At this time, I was refreshed, every pore was exuding, and I was in a very good mood, and naturally I forgot the secret that was broken by Xiao Lei Wang An the day before.

The so-called guest bedroom of Linjiang Mingmen is comparable to the size of the presidential suite, with a bathroom with dry and wet separation, a spa bathtub on the terrace that sprays water, and a rather large cloakroom.

When she moved in less than a week, Caijia had filled the place with seasonal clothes, bags, and shoes.

However, the corrosion of money is really irresistible, in just a few days, He Guaner feels that she has been dull to the price of a bunch of first-line big brands, tens of thousands of sweatshirts can now be put on without care, and the material is a little diaphragm - but the style is naturally excellent.

He Wan'er chose a beige Ove

size sweatshirt, the front is a red clown silhouette-like pattern, the back is a very artistic sense of flowers and leaves, and the red logo of the G family, with blue slim jeans, it looks long and straight.

She tied her hair into a simple ponytail and deliberately left two strands of hair to modify her face, because her hair was extra fluffy after just washing, and the top of her hair was fluffy, and she looked a little softer.

She was quite satisfied with her image in the mirror, stepped on the ground barefoot, turned around in front of the dressing mirror, posed for a Victoria's Secret angel's favorite gift to your heart, snapped her fingers and said narcissistically: "My mother is really beautiful today!"

He Wan'er, who was beautiful, automatically and consciously slowed down his steps as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door, turning off the aura of "two meters eight in aura".

After all, there is a big guy outside who has a very cheap mouth and is not easy to mess with, and her aura is easier to puncture in front of him than soap bubbles, so don't be ashamed.

By the way, this big guy is also used to getting up early, so he is naturally qualified to laugh at her for losing half her life if she doesn't sleep enough for eight hours a day.

Sure enough, her caution was valuable, Mo Chunshan had already sat on the sofa in the living room dressed like a dog, holding a thick book in his hand, and looked at it intently.

He Wan'er walked over lightly, looked at Mo Chunshan motionless, and suddenly wanted to skin it, so he said happily and loudly: "Big guy is early." ”

"It's not early," Mo Chunshan was not frightened by her sudden voice, his eyes were still on the book, and he slowly turned a page before saying, "It is also possible that the time difference between the two of us is four hours." ”

He Guan'er stuck out his tongue, ignoring the meaning of his words and mocking her for being lazy, picked up the rock sugar orange on the coffee table and peeled it, and swallowed half of it in one gulp.

"Eat sweet early in the morning, aren't you worried about blood sugar bursting?" Mo Chunshan turned another page and scolded her absentmindedly.

He Guan'er rolled his eyes: "The old lady is only easy to gain weight at most, so she doesn't have high blood pressure and high blood sugar." ”

"Old lady?" Mo Chunshan's gaze finally moved from the book to her face, "The bride hasn't been a bride yet, just be an old lady, I'm afraid you're in a wrong situation." ”

Facing his meaningful gaze, He Guan'er's heartbeat skipped uncontrollably, and his ears began to heat up in the next second, so he simply threw down half an orange and ran away: "I'll go have breakfast." ”

Behind him, he turned his head sideways to look at her fleeing back, and smiled softly.

The Mo family's breakfast has never disappointed He Wan'er, and it is the same today.

The chef who had been waiting for him didn't take long for a few minutes to bring a bowl of simple but exquisite shrimp wonton noodles.

The fresh shrimp of Q bomb is wrapped in translucent wonton skin, like a skirt wearing a goldfish tail, the golden Zhusheng noodles have a strong alkaline taste but are smooth and elastic, the soup is boiled with shrimp roe, crab shells, squid, and scallops, the soup is wonton on the bottom, the bamboo noodles are on the top, and there are a few watery greens on the side of the bowl, and fine green onions. It was so fragrant that she couldn't wait for a drop of soup left.

He Wan'er was full of food and drink, and sighed that the evil capitalist was really good at enjoying it, and even invited a five-star chef to serve him for breakfast.

Ten minutes later, the housekeeping chef left, and the two of them were left in the room again.

He Wan'er secretly glanced at Mo Chunshan, who was reading quietly, and wanted to walk over and sit on the sofa to rest, but he always couldn't help but think of his words with deep meanings and eyes that always made her heart beat disorderly.

After squirming for a while, he finally moved over and sat down, and heard Mo Chunshan ask, "Is there any arrangement for today?"

"No," He Wan'er replied, looking at him and finding that his eyes were still on the book, and he was a little bolder, and asked him, "What I should have done before the wedding should be almost done, right?"

"You shouldn't have to worry about it, but don't get too happy, my aunt said she was going to see the wedding dress for herself, and she had to see the wedding photos. ”

Mo Chunshan's voice was soft, accompanied by the sound of the pages turning, which was particularly pleasant.

"Oh. He Wan'er replied honestly, and suddenly had a sad face, "I'm most afraid of taking pictures, I heard that after the wedding photos were taken, people's faces were stiff with smiles." ”

Mo Chunshan finally raised his head, looked at her deeply, and pointed to his face and smiled strangely: "Do you think I will let my face stiffen like this?"

"Huh?" He Wan'er was stunned, "What did you say?"

"How boring are you to spend all day wasting your time taking pictures? Wedding photos can also be composited, and when the time comes, you just have to photoshop your head and mine on someone else. As for the wedding dress, Caijia will also take care of it, and it's OK to try it when it's done. ”

"Oh!" He Wan'er suddenly realized, and his heart was in trouble, and he suddenly smiled.

Mo Chunshan chuckled, lowered his eyes, lowered his head and continued to read.

He read books very fast, He Wan'er sat a meter away from him, stretched his neck and looked at it for a while, he really couldn't understand what the numbers and symbols on the pages of the book meant, but the speed at which he had to turn a page in less than half a minute made her staggered.

If it were someone else, He Guan'er would definitely suspect that such a reading speed was pretending to be X, but when it came to Mo Chunshan, she took it for granted - after all, the big guy who blindly twisted the Rubik's Cube in more than 30 seconds was probably really tens of thousands of years ahead of her evolution.

She couldn't read a book, but she could read people, so she quietly looked at Mo Chunshan with her cheeks raised.

After spending more time together, He Guaner found that as long as Mo Chunshan didn't comb his hair upwards and pretended to be majestic, he was actually quite delicate and delicate.

For example, at this time, the sun shone on him, so the hair color, which was not very black, was plated with a layer of light gold, and the white skin was almost translucent, and even the fine fluff on his face could be seen clearly.

His delicate appearance belongs to the type that can stand the test of time, plus he is pampered and does not need to be exposed to the wind and sun, and there are no traces of time on his face.

Mo Chunshan is so smart and good-looking, even if he is a poor ghost, he is afraid of a lot of fans, not to mention that he is so angry now.

It's no wonder that Nie Yun will never forget it.

He Guan'er's thoughts couldn't help diverging, but his eyes couldn't help but focus, falling on Mo Chunshan's side face, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Mo Chunshan raised his head, glanced at her, and shrugged his shoulders with a frown, "Don't disturb me reading." ”

He Wan'er was taken aback, hurriedly put away the inexplicable smile on his face, and puffed out his cheeks: "Can't you look at it? ”

Mo Chunshan was a little amused, she suddenly played a trick and glared at her: "I'm afraid that your stupid disease will be contagious along the line of sight." ”

He Wan'er looked at the gentle smile on his lips, a little trance-like.

The person in front of him is not so easy to mess with on weekdays, but at this time, the edges and corners are smoothed by the sun, and he is more like a soft but pretending to be a fierce golden monkey baby, which makes people want to reach out and pat the top of his head.

And so, she did just that—she really reached out, and she really slapped him twice on the top of the head.

Mo Chunshan was stunned, and the next second her eyes were flat, staring at He Wan'er for a moment, and what flowed in her eyes was an emotion that she couldn't understand.

He Wan'er immediately reacted that he had done an unforgivable stupid thing, jumped up like a spring, shrunk his neck to open the defensive state, and was annoyed for a moment that he was so confused, and he actually had the tiger's butt - ah no, the tiger's head dared to touch?

Yes, it is indeed impossible for Mo Chunshan to do anything to her, and even if he does, he may not be able to beat her, but He Wan'er deeply knows that he can say with his mouth that she is eager to dig a crack in the ground and get into it. Why was she so bold to pat him on the top of the head?

It was too late to regret it, Mo Chunshan stood up, narrowed his eyes, moved his lips, and was about to start.

He Wan'er was like a great enemy, but in the end he only heard him say two words: "Boring." ”

After speaking, the big guy who was the "victim" slowly paced to the Xiaoice cabinet, took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and drank it with his neck up.

The alarm was lifted, He Wan'er let out a breath, his beating heart gradually calmed down, and the next second he forcibly suppressed the impatience in his heart, trying to make himself look less flustered.

But when he found himself standing still, he had turned around and walked over, standing in front of her, standing tall and tall.

After Mo Chunshan stood still, he smiled at her, and then stretched out his hand and patted her head twice.

He Wan'er didn't dare to dodge or fight back, and after he finished filming, he heard him say slowly: "Maybe your tribe touches the top of your head to show respect? ”

"What are you talking about?" He Wan'er was stunned and looked up at him.

Mo Chunshan touched his chin with his hand, as if smiling: "It's really unfortunate, our tribe touches the top of the head to show that it likes it." ”