Her days of recuperation in the Moh family were very leisurely, and she was not very adaptable to this rhythm.

Now I can go to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles and feel very happy.

Xiaoduo helped her cut the tomatoes and take the eggs, and was frightened: "Sister An An, why don't I do it?"

"I can do it, really." Ning An insisted on doing it himself.

"Then you go slower."

Ning An was not moving quickly, but she could cook a bowl of noodles with this little light.

"Sister An An, you have such a good craftsmanship. I can't tell you can still cook."

"Do I look like a spoiled person?" Ning An joked.

"I'm not spoiled. I always feel that you have a good temperament, not like those of us."

Ning An was reminded of some memories by her words.

Her parents died early, and she grew up with her grandfather, and she was sensible early and could do a lot of things. But her grandfather loved her, and their family was in good condition, so she did not suffer until she married Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan was very gentle to her in front of outsiders, but when she got home, she became a different person, with a cold and bad attitude.

When she first married him, she thought that her enthusiasm would warm his heart one day.

But, his heart is made of stone, how can it be hot?

She remembered that on his birthday, she personally cooked a table of dishes, and each dish was made with her heart, but he didn't come back that night. Later she found out that Gu Huiyin celebrated his birthday, and he was drunk at his birthday party and did not come back until the morning.

"Sister An'an, be careful," Xiaoduo reminded.

Ning An took back his memory and smiled slightly.

She brought her face to Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu's wheelchair was parked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back facing her.

Ning An walked slowly: "Mr. Mo, the face is good, I don't know if it suits your appetite."

Mo Xiu then moved and came over in a wheelchair.

He looked up at her eyes: "Can you see me?"

Ning An shook his head: "I can't see clearly, there is only the outline, everything is blurry."

"Then how did you cook this side?"

"By the feeling." Ning An smiled, "It's not the first time I cook noodles, I almost every week..."

Ning An settled down.

She took back what she almost blurted out.

She cooks noodles for small candy almost every week.

When you are happy, you will be complacent and forget Mo Xiu's taboos.

She touched the table and placed the noodle bowl on the table: "The noodles are very hot, and you can only eat after cooling."

"I've drunk too much." Mo Xiu's cold lips slowly opened and closed, his eyes locked on Ning An's face, "Hey me."

Ning An looked uncomfortable: "Mr. Mo, I can't see it."

"Then I will feed you? Hum?" Mo Xiu's big hand hooked her wrist, pulled her hard, and pulled her into his arms.

The male hormone breath came to his face, mixed with the strong aroma of wine.

Ning An did not gain a foothold and fell into his arms!

Mo Xiu clamped his wrist. The more she struggled, the tighter he clamped, and he threw himself on his chest.

Her face rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt, her nose was filled with the breath of his body, and when she raised her head, she just hit his chin.

Mo Xiu locked her in his arms, making her unable to move.

Although he is a disabled person, he is very strong. Compared with him, Ning An is like a rabbit with no way out.

"Mr. Mo, you respect yourself!" Ning An looked ugly and pushed him hard.

Mo Xiu pursed her lips tightly and held her wrist.
Chapter completed!