"Hey, what are you thinking?" Chu Qiao put down the chaff cup and came back, and found Mo Yao standing in place in a daze, so he reached out and poked his somewhat stiff body, "Aren't you tired of being so tight all day?" ”

"That's a lot of questions." Mo Yao brushed her troublesome hand away, "Do you need your help?" ”

Yo...... Chu Qiao began to suspect that there was something wrong with his ears, and Mo Qiye, who was high up, actually ran to the kitchen and took the initiative to ask for help, come out when the sun hits the west. Chu Qiao stretched out his little hand and stretched out to Mo Yao's head.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't burn wow!"

Damn, the broken woman dared to say that he had a fever and itchy skin.

In Mo Yao's cannibalistic eyes, Chu Qiao went out happily with the fried tuna, and walked to the restaurant until he said leisurely: "Bring out the dishes in the kitchen." ”

Mo Yao took out the rest of the dishes, three dishes for two people, a dessert and a porridge, not extravagant and wasteful at all. Cooking by himself, it feels like a small couple living a life, this feeling is still beautiful, Mo Qiye raised his eyebrows, and he despised this kind of satisfaction.

Only a little man who has no interest will indulge in a small family and love and can't extricate himself, of course he Mo Yao is not a little man.

During the meal, Mo Yao found that Chu Qiao's skills were still good, although they could not be compared with the skills of a five-star chef, but they were full of homely flavor, and they had the taste of the dishes made by his mother when he was a child.

Mo Yao ate a big meal for the first time, and even the dessert after the meal, which never moved, made an exception.

Chu Qiao is very satisfied, the genetics are really amazing.

In the next few days, Mo Yao gave the hotel chef a long vacation for a week, and after this week, it was time for him to return to China. In the past few days, his diet has been taken care of by Chu Qiao, he has little time at home during the day, and occasionally when he is there, the two go out to buy vegetables together, and when the two go in and out together, they are like a little couple.

Now the happiest person is the butler, he used to be always worried when he saw Mo Yao, as soon as this man met, there was a sense of intimidation with an iceberg standing in front of him. Recently, he and Chu Qiao have been together, and there is a smile on his face, and the temperament of the whole person has been neutralized, and it no longer looks so daunting.

Therefore, the housekeeper looked at Chu Qiao's eyes, and there was also a special emotion, including respect, and the old man's love for the child.

When Mo Yao and Chu Qiao came back from outside, the housekeeper was trimming the flowers and plants in the yard, and when he saw Mo Yao's car, he put down the scissors and greeted him.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Chu, you're back."

"Hmm." Chu Qiao wore a white retro-style dress, her long hair was tied with a twisted braid on one side, and she wore a big sun hat, which was full of style.

"You can help me bring the things in the car to the kitchen, there is a bag of candy crisp, be careful not to break it when you take it." It was Chu Qiao who spoke, and she was now very comfortable with her embarrassing identity: like a master in front of a subordinate, and like a subordinate in front of a subordinate.

After instructing the housekeeper, Chu Qiao went back to the room to change clothes. Fade the dress, revealing a seven-colored flower on the shoulder, the seven petals do not move, the red is enchanting, the purple is magnificent, the yellow is warm, the blue is deep, and the seven colors are dazzling and colorful.

Chu Qiao looked at the mirror, his slender fingertips caressing the seven-colored petals.

For as long as she can remember, she has this seven-colored flower on her shoulder, and her mother said that this is the birthmark she carried when she was born, but whose birthmark can grow so special. It is precisely because of the special that her father never let her show this flower. She hasn't worn suspender clothes since she was a child, because she is afraid that people will see the seven-colored flower on her shoulder.

Compared to the birthmark, this flower is more like a mark, like the incense scar on the monk's head, symbolizing some kind of identity.

What it is, Chu Qiao doesn't know.

After packing up and changing clothes, Chu Qiao walked into the kitchen to cook. She used to be unable to go to the kitchen twice a year, but now she has fully demonstrated her talent in cooking, and in just a few days, she has become proficient in frying and cooking.

Smelling the smell of food wafting from the kitchen, Mo Yao's heart suddenly ignited with a stir, pushing him towards the kitchen.

In front of the stove, the little woman skillfully turned the shovel, humming a tuneless song in her mouth, her long hair tied up at the back of her head, and her long hair fluttered as her body shook.

I don't know when it began, the title of broken woman has been automatically changed to little woman, this subtle change, Mo Yao has never faced it. I just felt that the woman who was busy in the kitchen in front of him was very sexy, and he couldn't help but want to get closer.

Chu Qiao spotted him and smiled back, "Are you hungry?" Soon, you endure a little longer. ”

Mo Yao simply walked over, "I can't bear it." After speaking, without waiting for Chu Qiao to react, he picked up her sharp chin, lowered his head and grabbed her soft lips.

"Hmm......" Chu Qiao was nervous, the shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and he hurriedly retreated to avoid him, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I'm hungry, of course I'm eating." Mo Yao looked at Chu Qiao's eyes glowing with a faint green light, as if she was his peerless delicacy.

"Rice, it's almost ready." Chu Qiao glanced at the pot, the stir-fried vegetables were turned on relatively large, and they were fried without turning over in half a minute, and at this time the pot was billowing with smoke, as if it was about to catch fire.

"It's mushy!" Chu Qiao screamed, threw himself in front of the stove, and turned off the fire.

Just as he was about to pick up the shovel to clean up the mess, Mo Yao stopped and hugged him, "No need to stir-fry, master will change the taste tonight." With that, the hot and moist lips came over again, the tip of the tongue traced the shape of her lips on her lips, and a pair of large hands reached into her loose home clothes, stroking boldly.

"Hmm......" Chu Qiao was taken aback, he seemed to like kissing her very much, but this should be something that only people who love each other do, they don't love each other, at least Chu Qiao thinks so.

She rejected this kind of loveless kiss, so she pushed his hand away with all her might.

Mo Yao withdrew his hand, and just when Chu Qiao thought he had given up, he used a lot of force, picked up the person and walked out of the kitchen. Chu Qiao was confused, and slapped his hard back nervously, "Let me down, let me down!" ”

"Housekeeper, clean up the kitchen and let the cook come over and cook." After shouting, Mo Yao directly carried Chu Qiao to the second floor.

Back in the room, Chu Qiao regained her freedom, her first reaction was to run, and the door lock was pressed a few times before she remembered that she couldn't open the lock.

"You," Chu Qiao wanted to ask what you were going to do, but he felt a little knowingly asking, so he changed his words to "Don't you eat?" ”

Mo Yao smiled and leaned back comfortably on the sofa, "Come here, beat your legs." ”

"......" Chu Qiao, she is just a chef, when did she still work part-time as a masseur.

"What? Don't want to wait for you? ”

Of course not, Chu Qiao glanced at Mo Yao.

"It's okay if you don't want to serve the master, come here, the master will serve you." Mo Qiye's dark eyes flashed with a narrow light, and he beckoned to Chu Qiao. Chu Qiao seemed to see the handkerchief in the hand of Grandma Wolf, shaking it at Little Red Riding Hood, "Come here, come here and eat sugar." ”

Chu Qiao shook her head resolutely, she believed him, she was a fool!

"I'd better cook for you." Chu Qiao adhered to the door panel, like a fly that was flattened on the glass, with a determination to die with it.

"Miss Chu," Mo Qiye said in a cold voice, "There is a saying that those who know the times are Junjie, you must have heard it." ”

"I'm not Junjie, I'm a little girl." Chu Qiao quibbled, now as long as she can escape from the clutches of the seventh master, let alone the little woman, she also admits the bear.

"What you want is a little girl." Mo Yao walked over and pulled Chu Qiao's clothes. She was thin and small, and he could easily pick her up with one hand, carry her like a chicken, and carry her to the couch.

Then really sat next to her and helped her rub her shoulders.

Chu Qiaofeng was messy.

If someone says in her ear now, hey, tomorrow is the end of the world, I guess she will also nod her head, yes, tomorrow the end of the world.

But she quickly got into the groove and relaxed into a mess. Mo Yao's technique is super good, it is no worse than any professional, if it weren't for knowing that the Mo family has a big business, it is impossible to let the child go astray, Chu Qiao would definitely think that Mo Yao used to mix in the massage world.

With such a professional approach, he must have been waiting for people all the time. Chu Qiao's brain made up the ice cube-like ink Qiye, and the scene of helping people massage in a nightclub froze people in minutes.

Chu Qiao trembled, the picture was too beautiful to look at.

Mo Yao's professional technique lasted less than 3 minutes, maybe shorter, but Chu Qiao, who was deeply intoxicated, couldn't figure out the time, and only felt that Mo Yao's warm big hands had an extreme touch, which made her lazy want to sleep.

Mo Yao was very proud, his purpose was to let Chu Qiao relax, so that he could fall into his gentle trap lightly, and obediently serve as his appetizer. With a flick of his fingertips, the wide collar slipped off her shoulder, revealing a seven-colored flower tattoo on her back, and the bright and dazzling colors caught his eyes.

Mo Yao's heart was startled, and his eyes widened.

This seven-colored flower was a nightmare of his childhood.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Yao held Chu Qiao's delicate arm, and pulled her up with force, Chu Qiao's arm hurt, and suddenly he woke up, and Mo Yao's cold face met his eyelids.

"Are you crazy?" Chu Qiao looked at him in disbelief, this man can change whatever he says, and turning his face is faster than turning a book.

Mo Yao smiled coldly, his eyes were filled with a desperate cold aura, and as soon as he let go of his hand, he let go of Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao's arm was clutched by him, and as soon as he was free, he instinctively sat up and quickly flashed to the other side of the sofa, kept a relatively safe distance from him, and pulled back the clothes that had slipped off his shoulders.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of approaching me." Mo Yao's voice was low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth, and the look in her eyes seemed to poke a hole in her.

"......" Chu Qiao.

Narcissist, whoever wants to approach you is obviously the one who dragged me here in vain!

"Say!" The voice of the man rose by dozens of decibels, and Chu Qiao's body trembled in fright. If it weren't for Miss Chu's good heart and high psychological endurance, it is estimated that this scare would have rolled directly to the ground.

"Say what?" Chu Qiao was not frightened, and began to yell at him when he came to his senses, "You are inexplicable!" ”

Syllable! A hard slap was thrown on Chu Qiao's face.