Wenxuan sat on the sofa reading a magazine. After reading for a while, he suddenly looked up and asked her: "What should I eat tonight? Have some hearty food tonight?"
He Mengjie rolled her eyes and wanted to eat dinner as soon as she ate pizza! She was so tired that he didn't know how to let her go!
However, she was just a nanny and tutor. In order to show that she was worthy of the high salary he paid, she still asked with great professionalism: "What do you want to eat?"
Wenxuan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Eat dumplings. I haven't eaten them for a long time. Tingyu likes them."
He Mengjie gave him annoyed look, but he would be able to torture people.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, He Mengjie started to prepare. First, kneading, kneading is a physical work.
Her arms were very tired because she had been swimming desperately in the morning, and now she trembled as soon as she kneaded her.
Wenxuan ran to the kitchen with some idea. Seeing her two thin arms shaking like bamboo poles in the wind, he couldn't help laughing silently.
He stepped forward and squeezed He Mengjie aside, "I'll do it."
He Mengjie curled her lips and looked down on him very much: "How do you?"
Wenxuan curled the corners of his lips: "I don't know, just teach me, I'm energetic."
Teach you, it’s better to be with me myself. He Mengjie thought to herself, but said she didn’t dare to say it. She had to say, “Just rub it in one direction.”
He Mengjie felt that Wenxuan was probably kneading paper balls, and kneading dough was definitely the idiot type. After kneading for a long time, he was so busy that his face had white flour and the dough had not taken shape.
He Mengjie went over proudly and finally got the right to point and point: "You can't do this, you have to rub it like rubbing clothes." She said, looking up at him, "You haven't washed your clothes before?"
There was a white mark on Wenxuan's cheek, probably rubbing it on him when he scratched his ears and his forehead. It looked like a piece of oil paint that was painted on his treacherous white face while singing Peking Opera.
He Mengjie couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wenxuan was stunned and then understood the reason why she smiled. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and a hint of cramped look flashed in his eyes.
"What's there on your face?" He stared at He Mengjie's face with surprise.
He Mengjie subconsciously touched her and asked, "Where?"
"Here, here, here, and here." Wenxuan raised his hand naturally, and dotted here and there on her face.
He Mengjie suddenly came to her senses. She pretended to bite her lip without knowing it, reached out to wipe it on the dough, then suddenly whipped her hand over Wenxuan's face, and ran away after brushing it.
Wenxuan was successfully attacked and was stunned for two seconds before slowly walking out.
"What are you running away? I have something to tell you." His voice was serious and had no intention of revenge. He seemed to be afraid that He Mengjie would not believe it. He snorted coldly and added, "Do you think I would be as naive as you?"
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He Mengjie stopped, her eyes flashed at him, unable to make up her mind. Did he really have something to say to her? She stared into his eyes.
His eyes were full of seriousness, and she couldn't help but believe it. So she walked over carefully.
As soon as he approached him, he grabbed his wrist, and then his other big flour-filled hand stretched out and smeared her face hard.
"I want to apply flour on all your face!" He said proudly, his eyes flashing with the light of the trick.
But the tender and silky touch is like a catalyst, which immediately gives birth to a strange atmosphere.
Wenxuan's hand stopped when he touched He Mengjie's face and stationed on her smooth cheeks. It seemed as if he was feeling that extraordinary silk feeling.
He Mengjie's face suddenly turned red. She wanted to turn her head to avoid his hand, but when she moved, she rubbed her face against his hand for some reason...
Oh! It's over! The symptoms of "infant ill" appear, and she becomes dizzy! "Pu, pu" she heard her heartbeat as sharp as a drum.
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