Chapter 344 can be a big thing...

Early in the morning, the warm season started early, and Ms. Wan Zhu went to the kitchen to study a few desserts.

I have heard from Mo Jingshen before that his mother often studies the way of health, and she is also very good at all kinds of food. She only has a lot of domestic servants. She doesn’t usually need her to do anything, but usually she will find opportunities to go to the kitchen to study each. Kind of delicious.

The warm season is helping to stir the eggs, and suddenly the mouth is fed with a peanut butter, which is sweet and fragrant.

"How is the taste?" Wanzhu looked at her with her eyes open, and she looked forward to the expression of praise from her daughter-in-law.

The season smiled warmly, and the peanut butter on the lips was also smashed in, and he licked his mouth. He said, "It’s delicious! It’s definitely the best peanut butter I have ever tasted in my life!”

Ming knows that this little girl has a lot of ingredients to shoot horses, Wanzhu is still happy and gave her a bite, then turned to get the cake and said: "You and Jingshen have been living in the Royal Garden, right? I am also considered to be Chen Hao. I am familiar with it, knowing that her cooking is not bad. Are you still used to eating the taste?"

“Chen Chen’s meals are very good, and I am not very picky.”

Wanzhu looked at the warmth of the season when mixing the eggs with a blender. He said, "You are... will cook?"

The warm-up action in the season paused, and looking down at myself was still a professional approach. He replied: "It will be a little, but not too proficient, self-sufficiency is definitely enough, but when cooking in the depths of the field, he can cook more. I am going to be much better."

Wan Zhu suddenly looked at her with a strange look: "Din Jing also gave you a meal?"

"correct."

"Oh, my son is really eccentric. I have never given me a meal with his dad when I was so big, not to mention a meal, even the tea that he personally poured has not had a drink." While saying, sigh: "If you don't tell me, I don't know that he still has this ability."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

Your son’s ability can be great...

......

The warm season in the Moh family was mixed to noon, occasionally chatting with Mo Jingshen's mother, and occasionally learning to cook a variety of coffee with Moh's servants. When Su Lao and Su Zhilan left, the season warm did not go out, anyway. No one told her to send a guest in the past, and she was too lazy to listen to what Su Zhilan would say before she left.

Until the evening, the season warming was urged by Ms. Wan Zhu to go back to the room to sleep for a good afternoon. When she got out of bed, it was already a sunset.

I thought I could still have dinner here. After all, she and Mo Jingshen are also rare to have such a calm and leisure time.

As a result, Mosho just put down the phone and informed the domestic servant: "Prepare a few more meals, and the family will come over for a while."

The servant left after a cry, and suddenly there was a silence in the hall.

The season warmed and picked up the eyebrows. Is this all coming together? Miss Su sent me at noon, and I want to come to Miss An at night?

She suddenly turned to see the depth of ink.

The man standing on her side slowly inserted into the trouser pocket with one hand, and the thin-cut lips slid a few minutes, and the smile was cold.

"The Mohist family is particularly lively this year. Warmer now, the body needs to be rested. The too busy environment is not good for her. I will take her away first."

After all, take the warmth of the hand and turn around.

There is no hesitation in this way.

Mosuo immediately raised his eyebrows and did not speak. Wanzhu suddenly pulled his arm and glanced at him. He whispered, "Are you not sure that you want to hurry up and go? Are the Su family coming to the door?" What do you think about this family? The depth of the New Year’s good is not easy to bring my wife back to stay for one night. I have been holding the warm season to let her live for a few more days. As a result, you are good, now directly give people I drove off!"

Mossau’s face suddenly faded, and his eyes accumulated a thin anger: “You have less of this kind of thing, and the family just came over and took a guest. The warm season is already pregnant. What else can I do?”

"Do you still know that warm pregnancy? Then what do you do to bring these people to her? Your friendship with the family is good, but the warmth of the family is with our grandson! Who kisses you? There is no spectrum in my heart?"

"..."

......

Black Bentley opened the villa of the Los Angeles Mohist in the setting sun.

Ink's deep-skinned fingers hold the steering wheel, and his eyes look straight ahead, indifferent and clear, revealing a bit cold.

The warm season sits on the co-pilot and looks at the man's side face: "It's getting dark, where are we going?"

These days in Los Angeles, the time in the hospital is relatively long. Two days after I was discharged from the hospital, I was at the XI base one day, and I was in the Moh family one day. I felt that I might go to the hotel with Mo Jingshen tonight.

The man did not answer her, and after a quiet silence, the low-pitched voice sounded: "You don't eat much at noon, do you want to eat outside at night, or go back to me to eat for you?"

"Go back? Where are you going?" The season is warm and doubtful.

He said: "I was in Los Angeles for so long, I can't even have a place to live."

"Oh, then you haven't come back for so long, can you live in directly?"

“There will be someone to clean every day and stay at any time.”

"I mean, there should be no ingredients at home."

The warm mouth of the season is really raised by the ink, and she chooses the latter between going to the restaurant and going home to eat his meal.

Black Bentley stopped at the parking lot of a large American supermarket chain, and Mo Jingshen looked at the time and said: "Go buy."

"If it's too late, just buy the ingredients today, then eat them outside, put them in the refrigerator and do it tomorrow."

"Time is up."

"Ok."

Time is really not too early. It has been more than 50 minutes since the Moh family drove to this place. I don’t know where Mo Jingshen’s residence in Los Angeles is.

However, the mood of Mo Jingshen is obviously not very good at this moment. It is estimated that the attitude of Mosuo just provoked him. She did not say much. She immediately untied the seat belt and went to the supermarket with him. .

The two bought a lot of ingredients and fruits, and Mo Jingshen also helped her get a box of pregnant women's milk powder on the shelves. All kinds of things were piled up with shopping carts. If it wasn't for the warm season, he would still be there. Look at other nutrients and pregnancy essentials in the pregnant and baby areas.

Finally, when he took him to the checkout counter and prepared to go to the parking lot, Mo Jingshen raised his hand over her shoulder and took her to the 80-story apartment across the road.

The warm season didn't reflect at the beginning. I still want to say that his hand is holding so many things. Isn't it going to drive?

It wasn't until the road crossed the main entrance of the apartment that the warmth of the season looked at the blond people around and the apartment complex that was already very mature. I realized that it was here.

(End of this chapter)