Mo Xiaoyi looked at her with a smile, then picked up the phone, "I'm going to call Uncle Ri right now to take care of his cute little son... Do you agree, Xiao Qingzi?"
"Okay, Mo Xiaoxi. You have the ability." Ling Geqing stopped what he was doing and looked at him angrily. "Enemies, what kind of evil did I commit in my previous life? I am destined to meet you in this life." I originally thought that in this life, I would meet you.
During this month, she wanted to deal with Mo Xiaoxi, but she didn't expect that he would trick her.
"Wrong! It's fate!" A perfect and handsome smile appeared on Mo Xiaoxi's face. "From today on, I will live under the same roof with you for one month. Don't worry, when one month is up, I will
I won't stay here and not leave. You promised me yesterday to take care of me for a month."
"Okay, God of Plague. I'm going to get some sleep. Don't disturb me." Ling Geqing yawned and waved to him. He chatted with Mo Yan until very late last night before going to bed.
She slept until nearly noon, then slowly opened her eyes. Lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling, she murmured, "I dreamed that Mo Xiaoxi moved into my house. Fortunately, it was a dream! Otherwise, I would have
It’s really miserable.”
She was mumbling to herself, but there was a rapid knock on the door, "Xiao Qingzi, wake up!"
After hearing the cry, Ling Geqing sat up suddenly, then quickly got out of bed and opened the door, staring blankly at Mo Xiaoxi who was standing at the door.
Oh my god! It’s not a dream! He really moved here!
She looked at the god of plague with a confused look on her face. "Why are you calling me so loud?"
"Xiao Qingzi, come on, wash up. Come over for breakfast after washing." Mo Xiaoxi's tone was indescribably gentle and considerate. Ling Geqing felt in a trance that he hadn't woken up yet and was still dreaming. He hurriedly patted himself.
Cheeks, then wash your face and brush your teeth.
When she came out of the bathroom and took a closer look, she realized that an aunt in her forties had appeared in her home at some point and was busy in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Ling Geqing looked at Mo Xiaoxi blankly, wondering what kind of medicine this young master was selling in the gourd.
"Come on, when did you transform into a hundred thousand reasons? Let's have lunch." Mo Xiaoxi pulled her to the dining table and sat down.
"Wow!" Ling Geqing couldn't help but scream when he came to the dining table.
Abalone porridge, milk, sandwiches, toast. The Chinese ones include fried soybean noodles, stir-fried diced chicken, and black-bone chicken stewed with fish. The Korean ones include cold noodles, seaweed soup...the dining table is neatly laid out.
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Ling Geqing stared at the dishes on the table in amazement, and couldn't help but asked Mo Xiaoxi with some melancholy, "You, you have such a big appetite, you can actually eat so much."
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked people to make two dishes of various styles. If you don't like it, I ask them to replace it and we can make it again." Mo Xiaoxi said slowly
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"Come on, this is already a lot." Ling Geqing said quickly and sat on the chair. She was afraid that if she spoke too late, a lot of strange things would appear on the table.
Rich people are different. They just have a simple lunch, but they actually come up with so many tricks. But this aunt is really good at it, and the taste is very good.