Gift.

Except for the infrared that the forest team gave her on her fifteenth birthday, she hadn't received a gift yet.

Mo Xian put the note back in its place, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up, and then picked out a white long-sleeved polo skirt in the wardrobe and changed it into.

Mr. Yu's vision is still very good, and the skirt looks good on her.

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Mo Xian left the master bedroom.

On the wall of the hallway, the painting that was vacant yesterday has now been framed and hung up. It's also the back, but it's the back of a pair.

The back of a newlywed couple holding hands and walking into the wedding scene.

Unconsciously, Mo Xian looked at the painting for a long time. Finally she withdrew her gaze and went downstairs.

When Aunt Tang saw her coming down, she immediately greeted her, "Madam, Mr. has gone on a business trip and will be back in about three weeks." ”

"Well, Mr. Yu told me."

"Ma'am, did you sleep well last night?" Aunt Tang walked behind her, constantly looking at her face, trying to find some traces on her fair skin.

I slept until three o'clock in the morning before I got up, and I must have been making trouble for a long time last night. The gentleman told her that although Madame was his destined wife, she and he were still in a contractual relationship.

If you want your wife to stay and marry him willingly, you still need to work hard.

If the husband works hard, she will also work hard to match. Finally, Mr. wants to get married, she must leave his wife behind, this is the new mother of their Tang family!

"It's not very good." Mo Xian replied.

Aunt Tang looked at it for a long time, but she didn't find a single red mark. The woman drooped her eyes, and then said, "My husband is relatively weak, and I have to worry about you to take care of my wife." ”

"I will."

Entering the dining room, the maid had already placed oatmeal, omelets, and tiramisu on the table.

"Breakfast is made by Mr., Madame, please taste it to your taste."

Mo Xian took the spoon and stirred it in the porridge bowl a few times, her movements stopped, and she was a little surprised: "Mr. Yu did it?" ”

"Yes, last night's dinner was also made by Mr. I didn't know that my husband could cook before, but I didn't know until you came yesterday. Aunt Tang smiled.

Yesterday's meal was also made by Yu Shen.

Yesterday's bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs was full of color and flavor, and she ate two bowls of rice. His skills are quite good, no worse than the chef of the Beijing Hotel.

However, it is rare and rare for those of them who were born with a golden spoon to cook with their own hands.

Mo Xian pinched the spoon and put the hot oatmeal porridge into his mouth. Soft and glutinous, sweet and delicious.

"-Ding-dong!"

The phone rang, and it was a WeChat message.

Mo Xian opened his mobile phone, entered the WeChat interface, and found that it was a message from Yu Shen. They added friends to each other yesterday evening, but they didn't text each other.

Mr. Yu (voice): "Are you up yet?" ”

His voice is crisp and faintly magnetic, like a retro old record, and the sound quality played on a record player.

Mo Xian typed and replied: "Up, I'm having breakfast, thank you Mr. Yu for making oatmeal porridge, it's delicious." ”

The message arrives, and the upper left corner of the screen appears: the other party is voice typing

Mr. Yu (voice): "I'm sorry last night, I wasn't in very good health, I wanted to go downstairs to get medicine, and I accidentally went to the wrong room." No offense, sorry. ”

It was precisely because she knew that he was not in good health, so she didn't worry too much about him, otherwise she would have slapped him twice.

Not to mention entering her room, he went to her bed, lifted her clothes, and bit her collarbone, and now there is still a shallow tooth mark.