"Well, Mo Yesi, I listen to you." Qiao Mianmian leaned softly against his chest, and heard his heartbeat sound smoothly and powerfully. The smell of the man on his nose was the pleasant and warm breath. At this moment, she felt very happy and happy.

"If I can take time, I will come back to see you."

"What are you running around? Just wait for me to come over and see you." Mo Yesi was reluctant to let her suffer. "I'm a little freer in time. And next month, there are a few orders to go to Country Y to discuss. Just wait for me there, and you don't allow me to run around, do you know?"

"I'm not running around..."

"Baby, be good. Listen to me." Mo Yesi's gentle tone was a bit domineering, "Don't argue with me about this."

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

"Okay." She nodded, "I won't argue with you anymore, I'll listen to you. Okay? Then can you let me go now? I have to go clean up."

"Go." Mo Yesi seemed to be satisfied and rubbed her head with a smile, "I'll pack it up later, I'll check it for you again to see if there is anything missing."

*

It took three months to go abroad, Qiao Mianmian brought a lot of luggage.

Mo Yesi used two big suitcases before putting all her things in.

After packing up, Qiao Mianmian felt hungry, so the two of them went downstairs to have a midnight snack hand in hand.

Thinking of how many months it would be separated this time, Qiao Mianmian proposed that she cook for Mo Yesi to cook for a late-night snack.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat. I will make it for you if I can make it." Qiao Mianmian tied a bun, tied her apron, and opened the refrigerator while saying that.

Mo Yesi stood at the kitchen door, seeing her so positive appearance, curled her lips and smiled: "Do you think I have worked hard to help you pack your luggage just now, do you have to cook for me personally?"

"That's right." Qiao Mianmian nodded with a smile, "Please help me pack my luggage, I'll make midnight snacks for you. Moreover, I haven't cooked for you for a long time. Didn't you say you like eating the food I cook?"

"Since you want to cook for me personally, of course I can't let you down." Mo Yesi smiled in his dark eyes, looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a lingering look, and said softly, "I love to eat as long as it is made by you. Just make it."

"I decided?"

"Well. I will eat whatever you do." The man's voice was low and very magnetic. "As long as it was made by you, I'm not picky about food."

The implication.

Only Qiao Mianmian did that he was no longer picky about food.

In fact, he is essentially a very picky person.

"Okay, let's see what dishes are in the refrigerator." Qiao Mianmian leaned into the refrigerator. The huge refrigerator was filled with all kinds of food. There were all kinds of ingredients in it, and nothing was missing.

"It's not suitable to eat too greasy at night, so I'll stir-fry a few light side dishes. Then cook a vegetable porridge. What do you think?"

"Yeah, not bad."

"Then don't stand here, go out and wait." Qiao Mianmian took out a few dishes from the refrigerator, waved her hand to Mo Yesi, "I feel uncomfortable standing here to watch me cook."

"Okay, then I'll go out. Are you sure you don't need me to help you?"

"No, just go out and wait."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your midnight snack."
Chapter completed!