It seems that if she doesn't give her food, she won't reconcile with Mo Zhibing.

Ming Rufeng is the kind of man who likes to cook at home on weekends and live a small life at home, and he used to invite this person from the other door to taste the food, but now it is different.

When the two girls were eating, you asked me if there was a match or not.

It can be regarded as a preliminary settlement.

However, before the lunch was over, Ming Rufeng saw the neighbor on the other side of the door holding his half-bottle of red wine and pouring it violently, and his heart felt like blood.

He didn't want to drink it!

Just before she came, Mo Zhibing also said that she liked this brand of red wine.

He also knows that the people of Paris are very amorous and romantic.

I was quietly happy in my heart.

The most terrible thing is not that Mo Shujin drank half a bottle of wine in front of the other two, but that the drunk woman exchanged emotional experiences with Mo Zhibing like a chatter.

"I tell you, women have to take care of their stomachs! Make another friend who can listen to my when I drink too much like I am now! That's you. ”

Mo Zhibing bit her chopsticks: "......"

"Find a tender dream for your tired life! Saying...... What do you do? Wouldn't it still be a student? What do you want to do here? ”

Mo Shujin patted the table and asked.

"I painted—"

"Drawing? Oh! No wonder, it's not that a family doesn't enter the door. ”

Mo Zhibing was confused.

Ming Rufeng wanted to interject several times, and finally had the opportunity: "She refers to our Ming family's company that designs jewelry...... My brother is a jewelry designer, and so will I. ”

"Jewelry design?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you before?"

Mo Shujin stretched out his hand to push Ming Rufeng close to Mo Zhibing's face.

"I'll tell you, as long as you take care of yourself, then you can say goodbye to the sadness of the past completely! Do you understand? ”

Mo Zhibing nodded: "Oh." ”

"No one in this world is obligated to be nice to you! So you should think so, I used to be indifferent and mean to you and rightfully so! Of course, you should cherish it if you treat me so gently as I am today. ”

"The food I cooked was cold! Do you still eat or not? ”

Ming Rufeng was a little clean, and when he saw the mercury sprayed on the plate by the neighbor on the other side, he frowned.

No appetite.

However, in the afternoon, Ming Rufeng was hungry and couldn't stand it, so he had to go to the kitchen to live a small bowl of pasta to fill his stomach, and he was embarrassed to say that there was no rice in the rice cooker at noon.

In the evening, she came to Ming's house with a meal.

This time, it was Mo Zhibing who opened the door for her.

After lunch, she had only left Ming's house for two hours.

Coming to dinner again so soon, Ming Rufeng was in the kitchen with the semi-finished pickled pepper chicken feet bought from the supermarket in the morning, and was trying to hide the glass box containing the phoenix feet in the refrigerator.

Mo Shujin seemed to have a dog's nose, smelled the smell of pickled peppers, followed the smell to the kitchen, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! There's my favorite phoenix claw tonight! Mr. Ming, you are really caring and interesting! ”

Mo Zhibing followed to the door of the kitchen and looked at the two people in the kitchen.

"Looks like it's just enough to eat, right? Can I try one before a meal? ”

"The seasoning hasn't been marinated yet, so I can eat it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? It just so happens that I'm on vacation tomorrow, and you keep it for me. ”

Ming Rufeng said calmly: "No, it's all pickled for Xiaoice, you eat it, she doesn't eat enough." ”

Mo Shujin's outstretched hand paused.

He looked back at the little girl standing in the doorway.

I had to retract my hand stupidly.

Seeing her turn around and go out to the living room to watch TV, Ming Rufeng laughed in her heart.

Because Mo Shujin is a doctor, he usually works a lot of hours.

They even work overtime.

Therefore, makeup is not allowed.

But after dinner, I saw Mo Zhibing doing nail art with a machine, and I was curious to ask, "Can you help me make a transparent nail polish?" ”