It's no secret that the old mansion is trying to get her away.

Mo Sheng has always known that grandpa is a particular person, maybe in the eyes of grandpa, she is an existence of a drag oil bottle, think about it carefully, she is too content, and she is too well protected by Bo Ming.

tinkering in the kitchen for half an hour, ping pong, no one knows what Mo Sheng is doing.

By the time she was full of enthusiasm, with dust from the kitchen stove on her face, a plate in her hand, and a bowl of steaming egg fried rice garnished with tomato tomato sauce, she seemed to be in a better mood.

Then sneak into the study of the thin shadows.

Prepare to please her Uncle Bo.

Bo Ming was talking about video conference, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that someone was pouting and rubbing hard at the half-closed door, and hung up after a few words.

"Come in!"

Mo Sheng walked into the study and tiptoed over obediently, "Uncle Bo." ”

"What's the matter?"

"You didn't eat dinner, I'll bring you dinner." Mo Sheng volunteered.

"Leave it on." Bo Ying didn't even raise his head.

"Also, Uncle Bo, thank you." Mo Sheng was also excited for a while.

Bo Ming paused his pen, raised his eyes slightly, and asked puzzledly, "Thank me for what?" ”

This has to be talked about, whether it is self-inflicted or not, as long as you can say two sentences, it is also a face.

Mo Sheng sat on the opposite side of Bo Ming and said innocently, "You were afraid that I would be bullied, so you came back to save me non-stop and rescued me from human traffickers as before, so I want to thank you." In the future, when I have a future, I will definitely not forget Uncle Bo, if Uncle Bo is old, I will support you and take care of you obediently! ”

"......" is a black line at the end of the thin underworld.

It's like they're a generation older!

"When you were in your eighties, I would take and urine, saddle before and after the horse......"

"That's it!" Bo Ming said disgustedly, "You still take care of yourself." I'm over eighty years old, and you're old too! ”

Mo Sheng snorted, that was also smaller than him.

Suddenly sensational, Bo Ming's cold and estranged handsome face was a little more moved, and Mo Sheng's encounter was a kind of fate, why did he save her back, it may be that glance, Mo Sheng grabbed his trouser leg, tenacious survival eyes, in a blink of an eye, Mo Sheng is eighteen years old, and this child lives too carefree, completely ignorant of the sinister world.

"What's on your face?" Bo Ying frowned.

Mo Sheng was puzzled and touched his face, "What's on my face?" ”

Bo Ming approached, his fingertips wiping the stains off her cheeks.

He smelled a musky scent between his snorts, and the hot air sprayed scorched Mo Sheng's heart.

They were very close, and below the high bridge of their noses were sensual and slightly open lips, exhaling a breath with a charming aroma of wine, and deep eyes focused on her dirty face.

If she was a little bolder, she would just jump up and kiss her.

Bo Ming rubbed his fingertips and wiped his hands with a tissue.

The dim light was slightly drunk, shining on Mo Sheng's face, full of girlish luster.

When smiling and squinting, the silkworm is very deep, the face is like a peach blossom, the blow can be broken, and there are two pear vortices at the corners of the mouth, although it is stupid, but there is a girl who is soft and tender, and the handsome face of Bo Ming and indifferent was slightly stunned, but he quickly covered it up and said coldly, "It's dirty!" ”

Mo Sheng blinked and stuck out his tongue, "Uncle Bo, hurry up and eat, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

Hiding his panic, Mo Sheng moved the bowl to the Bo Ming table.

Bo Ming glanced slightly, a simple egg fried rice would definitely not be worth it, but looking up was her expectant little eyes, so she couldn't bear it, and she didn't refuse, so she picked up the spoon.

"Which chef did it?"