Jian Hai regained his former gentle and elegant appearance, his body was no longer melancholy, and he had a little more rejuvenated look.

And Zhenfeng has been for many days, there is no smile on his face, and everything he says is related to work, nothing else, not a word, and he often loses his temper for no reason.

He went to deliver the goods, Shiyin followed behind and gave him an umbrella and drenched himself half-wet, not only did he not appreciate it, but also blocked the umbrella on the ground; After work, he went back to the second floor alone to drink and smoke, Shiyin quietly bought some peanuts and melon seeds and biscuits for him to accompany the wine, and he threw them directly into the trash after he knew; Secretly washing his clothes and socks, he yelled at her to be nosy......

He shook his face, and Shiyin would be sad at the time, but he forgot about it after a while, and followed him like a tail.

Sometimes, Momo has to admire her cheekiness and unbeatable Xiaoqiang spirit.

For her grievances, Mo Mo did not persuade Zhenfeng or comfort her.

Feelings need to stand the test.

Love is a long stream of three meals a day, and it is also a red face and red ears for you to fight for me.

At noon, Momo usually cooks and eats on the second floor, and then takes the children to take a nap. Zhenfeng will generally stay on the first floor to watch the shop.

Shiyin pressed the rice firmly with a large bowl, and then piled it full of vegetables on top and gave it to Zhenfeng, and then sat next to him with a small bowl to eat, telling some interesting stories.

Once, Shiyin tentatively gave him the meat in his bowl, but Zhenfeng didn't look at it or say anything, still burying his head in eating.

Seeing that he didn't dislike it, Shiyin was stupidly happy for a long time.

Zhenfeng felt that since the day Shiyin came, Momo had been a lot more distant from him, and he was silent a lot, as if he had something on his mind.

On this day, while Shiyin was entertaining customers, Zhenfeng went upstairs with an empty bowl.

Upstairs was quiet.

He turned and went to Momo's room.

Mo Mo sat on the head of the bed with his eyes closed and fell asleep, forgetting that he was sucking nai water in his arms.

He looked at Mo Mo's sleepy face, his gaze fell uncontrollably on her exposed snow-white plump breasts, his breathing was short, his body was tense, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He blushed, looked away, closed the door, and quietly retreated.

Shiyin's mother felt noble and strong at first glance.

When Momo entered the store, the mother and daughter were arguing, and Shiyin was crying while confronting each other.

"What's wrong?" Momo put down the dish in his hand.

"Sister Momo!" Shiyin pounced over, took her hand, and her heart ached: "My mother beat Brother Zhenfeng." ”

Mo Mo was stunned for a moment, shook off the poem, and ran into the baking room.

Zhenfeng is immersed in kneading dough.

"Lift your head up."

Zhenfeng ignored it and continued to knead the dough.

Mo Mo freed up one hand and broke his face, five clear finger prints on his right cheek.

Mo Mo's eyes were red when he saw it, and he was about to go out as soon as he stuffed it into his arms, but was pulled by Zhenfeng: "Don't worry about this." Ask her mom to take her back. ”

"I don't care about this, I'm asking why she hit you!" Momo was angry.

Zhenfeng looked at her for a while, and finally showed a smile that he hadn't seen in many days.

"Are you stupid?" Momo looked at him suspiciously.

"It's worth it to be hit by her."

Shiyin was pulled into the car by her mother, crying and screaming all the way: "I love him!" I love him! He is the best in my eyes! ”

Mo Mo sighed deeply.

Moved by this girl's dedication to love, and obscure for the happiness of Zhenfeng's whereabouts.