u Shaocheng had taken care of everything, and they could take off in the evening. 。Lin Jinran had no objections, and everything followed Ah Huan's arrangements. 。Before leaving, Lin Jinran took out an...Tiantian wrinkled her brow and thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Xiaoyu, no way, she's never been able to cook."
Won't you
Fu Mo'han narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping slightly, "Are you sure."
"Definitely, she won't." Tiantian nodded, speaking with great certainty, biting her lip and saying, "She'll never cook!"
Fu Mo Han looked at Tian Tian with a stoic expression, her face earnest and not like someone lying.
Vaguely, it seemed like I guessed something.
He lost his appetite and got up from the table, "I understand, just clean up."
"Yes."
Sweetly lowered her head, secretly glancing at Fu Mo's leaving back, the corners of her lips curled up.
Xiao Yu, I'm sorry.
This is what you asked for, don't blame others.
——
Fu Mo'han went upstairs and back to his bedroom. Lin Jinran had just finished bathing and was preparing for bed.
Seeing Fu Mo寒 walk into the bedroom, she glanced at him, lay down without a word, pulled the covers over herself and closed her eyes.
Fu Mo'han raised an eyebrow slightly, was the little woman angry
Because he promised to come back, but didn't
Taking long strides, Fu Mo Han reached the bedside in a few steps and suddenly said in a low voice, "Go cook."
The person in bed was still, as if truly asleep.
Cooking
If you want to eat, go find Lin Ruochu! She'll definitely be happy to cook!
Lin Jinran muttered to herself, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Suddenly, at the nape of her neck, a familiar, cool scent drifted over. A deep, magnetic voice seemed to whisper softly beside her ear, "Perhaps, you'd rather fill me with your own"
Boom!
A jolt coursed through her heart, and Lin Jinran suddenly opened her eyes. The man's dark gaze was inches away from hers, so close that just a slight forward movement would bring their lips together.
Fu Mo's black eyes deepened, his original purpose was to have Lin Jinran personally make a golden egg fried rice once to confirm its authenticity.
However, now he wanted to fill another place with Lin Jinran.
Lin Jinyan clearly saw the lust in the man's eyes, but there was no joy in her heart, and she still felt uncomfortable.
"I'm so tired." Lin Jinran wrapped her hands tightly around the quilt, turning over and bumping her head against Fu Mo's gaze. She clearly didn't want to get up at all.
She doesn't want to be a substitute for anyone, especially not Lin Ruochu's substitute!
If Fu Mochen wanted her desire because he had seen Lin Ruochu and was restraining himself from releasing it onto her, then she would rather not have it!
After being turned away, Fu Mo Han's black eyes grew cold.
The woman deliberately only showed her back of the head, clearly unwilling to cooperate.
Fu Mo Han stood up straight and didn't make things difficult for Lin Jin Ran, after all, he had agreed to her request today but broke his promise.
Enough.
Turning around, Fu Mochen strode towards the door. He opened and closed it softly, with a clean and decisive movement.
After a while, the quiet room was filled with Lin Jin's eyes opening.
Clutching the sheets tighter in his hand, he squeezed harder.
Whatever.
Who knows how long they can keep this up, maybe it'll end soon.
A layer of gray melancholy washed over my heart, an unusual feeling of discomfort.
Lin Jinran shook her head, reached out from under the covers, and forcefully patted her fair cheek, "Lin Jinran, wake up. This kind of life isn't yours to begin with."
"Zero zero zero."
A phone nearby rang, with a text message coming in.
Lin Jinran rolled over and reached for his phone on the table, opening it to check his messages.
A text message from an unfamiliar number, but this time the content had Lin Jinran frowning in confusion.at the camera....After looking at it for an unknown amount of time, as if he had sketched the child from head to toe and deeply imprinted it into his memory, Lin Jinran finally turned to the third pho...