In just twelve words, Mo Xiaobei was shocked into a cold sweat. Because it's you, it's you, it can only be you, what does Ye Muyang mean by this?

Ye Muyang didn't expect her to answer, she lowered her soft lips again, and said with aggrieved eyes flashing, "I'm hungry......" The stomach coerced twice.

"Okay, I'll get you something to eat." Breaking free of Ye Muyang's embrace, Mo Xiaobei glanced at it and walked towards one of the rooms.

The room was clean and spotless, and she wondered if it was a study or a kitchen. If it weren't for the pot on the stove, Mo Xiaobei felt that maybe he had really made a mistake.

The fridge was double door, and rightfully so, it was empty.

Thinking about it, this kind of big young master, where would he do it himself, frowned, she pinched her headache forehead and said to the smiling fox: "Master, you are embarrassed by me, right?" "It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, not only does he have no rice, but he also has no salt.

Ye Muyangzuo, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, suddenly realized, patted his head and said, "I don't usually need those things, so I didn't buy them," and said as he came over and took Mo Xiaobei's hand, his fingers interlocked.

Mo Xiaobei asked him strangely, "What are you doing?" ”

"I don't embarrass you." Ye Muyang said seriously.

“……”

Walmart Supermarket.

Ye Muyang obviously came to this kind of place for the first time, seeing people coming and going, his eyebrows gathered like a small hill, and he protected Mo Xiaobei in his arms and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing here?" If you're short of ingredients, I'll call them and ask them to deliver them. ”

"How can they give it and buy it themselves?" Mo Xiaobei looked down on him, disgusted and despised him.

"......" still need to have feelings to buy an ingredient? Besides, if you have feelings, you don't have to wash them in the oil pan.

Originally, there should not be too many people in the supermarket in the morning, but because the haze weather suddenly cleared up for several days, and today is the weekend, although it is not enough to step on the feet, there are still occasional bumps.

Mo Xiaobei supported Ye Muyang to push the cart, he twisted and didn't go, and said with great contempt, "You are me, right?" In his impression, only those aunts who are old enough to go to class push the cart.

"People like you, who don't touch the spring water and grains, who have been holding a bank card in their hands since they were a child, and who were born with gold in their mouths, how can they know the joy of life for small citizens like us?" Mo Xiaobei said as he went to push a cart, and Ye Muyang held his hands on his chest from beginning to end, with a posture that he didn't care about himself.

Along the way, she picked up ingredients in front, and people threw her ingredients out of the shopping cart, and lazily spit out three words in her thin lips: "It's not delicious." ”

When Mo Xiaobei Ninja asked him what he liked with a violent temper and a smile, he said faintly, "It doesn't matter, I'm not a picky eater." ”

Grass! My ** grandma's uncle!

Mo Xiaobei was angry in his heart, the cat scratched, scratched his heart and lungs, and endured it for a long time before he didn't let his size 35 high heels slap on his handsome excessive face.

"Angry?" Ye Muyang smiled, took the initiative to take the cart in Mo Xiaobei's hand, grabbed her waist with one hand, and took advantage of people's attention, a fluttering kiss fell on her cheek.

Does she know how cute she looks when she is angry? His cheeks were bulging, his mouth was gritting his teeth, and his eyes were burning at him, eager to make a hole for him.

There are many kinds of beauties, the country and the city, the atmosphere is graceful, the small jasper, Ye Muyang feels that Mo Xiaobei belongs to the kind of beauty that is pleasing to the eye, so beautiful that every gesture has its own style, that kind of style, which is enough to make all men confused, and then die.

She herself is unconscious, and she looks at you with the kind of eyes that are obviously charming to death, and reveal innocence everywhere, and you can't help but follow her down to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Zhang Ailing said that a man has such two women in his life, at least two. married a red rose, after a long time, the red one turned into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still the bright moonlight in front of the window. After marrying a white rose, the white one becomes a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart.

Ye Muyang felt that Mo Xiaobei was the kind of sexy and innocent side by side, the charming you want to die, and the pure you can't stop. Especially when she looks at you with that kind of ethereal and amorous eyes, you are bound to fall, step by step, and you don't want to look back.

Right now, Mo Xiaobei is staring at him with that kind of eyes, hooking your soul, picking up your spirit, extremely enchanting, not full of charm.

Burning red cheeks, slightly pursed lips, dodging eyes, and coquettish tone, he complained: "What are you doing? There are still people! ”

Ye Muyang's eyes darkened, and he scolded the little beast, letting Mo Xiaobei buy what he liked, and thought to himself, do you want to be so seductive? What a soul? Hooking souls? Soul? Yes......

When he came back to his senses, Mo Xiaobei had already selected a whole shopping cart of things, holding Ye Muyang's arm and swaggering, "Actually, I should be quite good at the profession of mistress." "Especially for such a big young master.