When Wufu arrived at the brick factory, Wen Zixuan was counting bricks on the side of the road, and he had already ordered seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Seeing Wufu carrying a basket, Wen Zixuan's eyes lit up, knowing that there must be something delicious, generally as long as Wufu is not busy, he will send them food in the afternoon.

She immediately ran to Wufu and asked with a smile, "What delicious food did you make today, do I have a share?" ”

"Eat." Wufu opened the oiled paper on the bamboo basket and motioned for her to take it herself.

Unsurprisingly, Wen Zixuan was also shocked by the appearance of jujube flower noodles, she picked it up, and after looking at it for a long time, she asked Wufu, "What did you do?" ”

"Of course, try the taste." Wufu waited for her evaluation.

Wen Zixuan took a bite, and after a while, she said honestly, "It's lighter, it's not as delicious as pumpkin cake, but it looks good, if it were me, I would definitely buy it." ”

When girls buy things, most of the time they are attracted by the appearance of things.

"It's right to fade away." After Wufu finished speaking, he took out a lunch box from the bottom, then handed the basket to Wen Zixuan, and said to Wen Zixuan, "You give these to my second brother and them, and I will give these to Mo Jin to eat." ”

Hearing this, Wen Zixuan looked up at Lian Weiming, her face flushed slightly.

Wufu looked at her and smiled.

Recently, I don't know why, Lian Weiming often went to the brick factory, saying that the brick factory had a batch of brick shelves to be replaced, and he wanted to come over to have a look, but in fact, he used to make brick shelves, and he had never been to the brick factory, and there was nothing wrong.

As for the real reason behind this, probably only he knows it himself.

Wen Zixuan only hesitated slightly, carried the basket, nodded, and went over there.

And Wufu took the lunch box and went to Mo Jin's room.

It's the end of the month, and Mo Jin is busy looking at this month's shipments.

Mo Jin was wearing a moon-white sportswear, sitting in a brick factory, holding a pen in his hand, and was reconciling little by little.

Mo Jin cut his hair when he came here, it has been several months, his hair has grown, his bangs are on his forehead, and through the light outside, the whole person is bathed in the sun, which makes people look at him and feel that he is exceptionally warm and charming.

No wonder, people say well, serious men are the most charming.

Although he has been with this man for a long time, every time he sees him, Wufu always sighs for a while, what kind of parents are and how good genes are they can give birth to a good child like Mo Jin.

God, in fact, is not very fair, as if he gave all his favor to Mo Jin, so that everyone in front of him is a little ashamed.

As if sensing something, Mo Jin suddenly raised his head and saw Wufu standing at the door, and Wufu was looking at him steadily, he suddenly smiled softly and said with a smile, "Only now did I find out that I am good-looking?" ”

Wufu came to his senses, approached him, and glanced at him with a smile, "There are some things that are good to know that people admit them, and there is no need to repeat them again and again." ”

These words made Mo Jin slightly surprised, Wufu had never praised him before, but this time it was a disguised admit?

He reached out and pulled Wufu down to his lap and sat down, looking at her with raised eyebrows, "You mean, you admit that I'm good-looking?" ”

If it had been in the past, Wufu might have stood up immediately, because the brick factory was full of people, and in such a conservative era, she was afraid that it would not be good to be seen.

But today, she decided to be a little more aggressive.

She snorted, reached out and pinched Mo Jin's face, and said with a smile, "If you weren't so narcissistic, I would think you look better." ”

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