Chapter 1180 Can't Help but Imagine Things (20)

Mo Feifei was startled, and his emotions were messed up.

After letting "Rong Mo" disappear before, she never thought about the scene of reuniting with Shang Mo, let alone thinking that after Shang Mo slept with "Rong Mo", she would act like a normal person, telling Mo Feifei that I love you It was love at first sight, I fell in love with you, and I wanted you for the rest of my life.

When he said that, did he think about "Rong Mo" who he slept with?

Could it be that it was really a split personality? She chuckled lightly, and felt the absurdity of this matter again.

I would rather believe that Shang Mo is a liar.

She forced herself to keep a straight face, she must speak clearly, looked at Shang Mo and said, "I'm not interested in what you just said, I believe you are a man of grace."

The meaning of the subtext: I hope you won't be stalking, let's call it a day.

Shang Mo looked at her, his eyes were deep and gloomy, piercing, with hidden strength, but his tone was hesitant and a little dazed, "I also think I am a very graceful man, logically speaking , you said that, I will never stalk you again, but... I just don't want to give up, tell me, what should I do?"

Halo... Mo Feifei pursed his lips tightly, saying that you have grace, but you are not modest. You and grace are at the south pole and at the north pole.

Shang Mo didn't know himself at all, and the impression in Mo Feifei's heart was that he was so negative.

He looked at Mo Feifei again and said, "What's more, it's the first time someone cooks dumplings for me and makes me feel warm, how can I give up?"

Mo Feifei scolded him: "Hasn't someone else always cooked the food you eat?"

"That's true, but no girl has ever cooked dumplings for me. And they are so delicious." Shang Mo propped his chin slightly with his hand, tilted his head and looked at her deeply.

"It's just quick-frozen dumplings, just boil them in water." Mo Feifei said sarcastically.

"But other people just can't cook this taste. I want to eat dumplings cooked by you for the rest of my life." The man is like a walking hormone, always seductive.

Mo Feifei pursed her lips even tighter, she was speechless but helpless, she simply said: "Then you spit out the dumplings you ate and give them back to me, then pretend you never ate them."

Shang Mo smiled and said, "Are you sure I'll give it back to you if I spit it out again? It's not to disgust you."

Mo Feifei blushed: "..."

There's really nothing to do with him, this man's... such a posture, such a means, completely played with her in the palm of his hand.

And he's really weird.

Could it be him, who already knew who he was, and everything he did now was deliberately playing tricks on her?

Thinking of this, Mo Feifei picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, while chewing slowly, he gave Shang Mo a suspicious look.

After the thought flashed through his mind just now, it got out of hand.

Could Feifei want to test Shang Mo, so she asked casually: "You always say that I look like someone else, if I am the person you know, what would you do?"

Shang Mo blinked his eyes, as if this question was weird, weird, and unbelievable, he asked, "You mean, what would I do if I were alone with that person who looks like you?"

He asked very seriously, and sat because of the backlight, and the light and shadow projected from the window scattered behind him, his whole body seemed to be shining through the light, cold, mysterious and extraordinary.

Hearing his words, Mo Feifei didn't relax in his heart.