Chapter 703: Ink BOSS is like an unhealthy old father

Ink Jingshen accompanied the warm season in the characteristic small street for a long time. In the previous season, when shopping, I also liked to buy all kinds of gadgets. Now, even if I am sick, the memory confusion is not clear enough. But the hobby is the same as it used to be.

I bought too many things. When I returned to the hotel, I was so tired that I couldn’t swim anymore. I went to sleep in the bed and got into the quilt.

Seeing the warmth of the season, the speed of falling asleep is very fast, and now it is a big baby who has no heart and lungs.

He smiled for a moment, walked over to help her lift the quilt up, and then dialed the hair on her cheeks back, touched her head, determined that she was so comfortable to sleep, turned and went The sofa living room in the suite.

Just arrived in the living room, the manager of the Shine Group's regional tourism management in Argentina directly called the phone, and asked: "Mr. Zhan, really want to end this cooperation with the Chinese business tourism project in Argentina?"

"Ok."

"... I just thought I had got it wrong when I got the news. They said that you canceled the qualification for the project in Argentina."

"You are right, do it."

"alright, I understand."

......

The current warm season is completely unknown, and the ink will be cooked. In the Royal Garden, Chen Hao and the servant will give her a variety of delicious and brain-filled medicated diets.

When I woke up in the warm season, I was already waking up at 9 o'clock in the evening. She couldn't sleep in bed and overturned. Looking at the light on the sofa living room, she opened the quilt and got out of bed and opened the door quietly. Going out, but did not see the people of Mo Jingshen in the living room.

This suite has its own family kitchen. The season is warm and listened to the door for a while. It seems that I heard the sound of the range hood on the kitchen side, then I ran to the side and gently pushed open the glass of the kitchen. At the door, I saw a man who was cutting vegetables while standing at the counter of the cabinet.

Seeing that the shirt trousers on the body of Mo Jingshen are still there, but standing there and carefully cutting the dishes, the seasons looked good for a long time, and when she reflected that he seemed to be preparing to cook, he suddenly smiled and thought he He couldn’t hear it, and then walked over and crept, and stretched his waist around his arm.

In the morning, when she appeared outside the kitchen, she knew that she was awake, but she still caught the knife in her hand because of her sudden movement, and she looked at the corner of her eye and was holding him in her face. The little woman on his back: "Sleeping well?"

"Well, I am tired on the street during the day, have I slept for a long time?"

The man seemed to inadvertently squinted the sky outside the eyes: "Fortunately, not for a long time."

In fact, there are five hours of sleep in the season.

Sleep has a great help to the blood absorption of her brain, so Mo Jingshen did not intend to wake her up during dinner time, but she just woke up almost as soon as she counted it. There is no need to ask the hotel's people to do anything special at this time. Just ask the staff to send some ingredients and meat. He will do it. Just wake up after the warm season and you can eat the food you just made.

The warm face of the season slammed on his back, and then breathed the taste of his clothes: "Deep, your body tastes good."

Mo Jing deep smiled, while letting her continue to hold, while cutting the dishes in an orderly manner, said: "Why, after waking up, I am hungry like this, are you going to eat me?"

When the season was warm, the naughty open mouth just took a bite into his arm. The bite was quite awkward. The man did not wrinkle his brow. He turned his head and glanced at her. "I really planned to eat me." ?"

The season looked at him with a warm look: "I mean that you are so sweet, not the kind of fragrance, it is another kind... Oh, I don't know what to say, just smell it..."

Ink darkened the lips, because the fingers were stained with some vegetables, and raised her hand to push her small head away: "Go, go back to the living room, have the cut fruit on the coffee table, go to watch TV or ipad, The meal is ready to eat, don't stand behind me like a starving ghost."

The season warmed up and said: "I just want to be with you."

The curvature on the deep side of the ink scene deepened: "Then go to the chair and put it on the side, sit next to it and sit there and watch."

"Good!" When the season warmed, he let go of his waist and turned and ran out like a joy.

When Mo Jingshen heard the movement of her running, she couldn’t help but frown, and said to the outside: "Slow down, don't fall."

Qin Siting said that he is now accompanying the warm season every day, and he is more and more like an unhealthy old father. At this moment, Mo Jingshen deeply understands the meaning of the three words of the old father.

It’s true that you can’t leave at a glance, and you’ll be relieved for a moment.

After running out in the warm season, I found a chair in the room and didn't find any chair. In the end, I ran into the study room and moved out of a chair. The chair was very heavy and heavy. She was a little hard and moved into the kitchen. Mo Jingshen has already opened the gas stove at this moment. It is inconvenient to help her move in the past. In the blink of an eye, she saw the tired face of the little woman panting and panting. In order to move a chair and come to see him cooking, he sighed: "Let’s put it there, Sitting there and watching."

"Oh." The warmth of the season put the chair down, and like a very awkward elementary school student, he sat down there directly, and both hands were placed on his lap, and then he stared at him.

Seeing her eyes, Mo Jingqing chuckled: "Is it hungry when I wake up?"

The season warmed nod: "Hmm."

“The hotels on the island are not like domestic ones. They are mainly seafood. Although the vegetables and meats are fresh, they are different from the domestic ones. The taste may be somewhat different. You can barely eat some, eh?”

"I smell so good, I am sure I can eat a lot of food!"

Ink said: "The disease is sick, and the mouth is a lot sweeter."

The warm season looked at him: "When I was not sick before, have you ever eaten your meal?"

"Eat."

"Don't I say that it is not good?"

Ink deep eyebrows, turned to look at her.

She did not say this sentence, but every time she was particularly reluctant to eat, it seems that she does not want to eat, and she will never admit that they are delicious. But she almost always eats up, and finally she continues to play the role of her little white-eyed wolf.

Especially after she returned from London, she did not recognize it once.

"No, you used to like it too, but I didn't have much time to accompany you. You can't eat as many times as you can." The man said, putting a plate of dishes that had been quickly cooked out.

The season smells warm and smells the dishes on the plate. I can’t help but swallow. The eyes stare at me and ask, “Look at it, I can eat it now. Do not?"

(End of this chapter)