Chapter 1197 You Are My Love (7)

"Well, what's the matter?" Mo Feifei asked softly, perhaps because he had just taken a shower, his cheeks were fair and pink, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Shang Mo felt something moving in his body, he pursed his lips and said, "Are you free?"

"Um?"

"Can I have a bowl of noodles?"

Mo Feifei asked in surprise, "Have you not had dinner yet?"

Shang Mo nodded slightly.

Mo Feifei thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Okay, then wait a moment, I'll go down after blowing my hair."

"Where's the hair dryer?" Shang Mo said, looking around, "I'll blow your hair."

"No."

Mo Feifei wanted to refuse, but Shang Mo had already found the hair dryer, took her by the arm, and pushed her to sit down in front of the mirror.

The whistling of the fan kept ringing, and Mo Feifei's body was slightly stiff. After Monk Mo spoke, she no longer wore a wig, and her real hair had already grown below her ears.

Because in Shangzhai, there are only men's clothes, at this moment Mo Feifei is wearing men's pajamas, much like a little boy with long hair.

She saw in the mirror, a handsome and tall man, who was gently stroking the boy's soft long hair, and then gently blowing it, as if he was playing with the most beautiful and precious object in the world.

Mo Feifei was stunned, surprised at himself, actually felt that this scene was so warm.

Shang Mo also said to help him dry his hair before, that was when he was going to take her to a hot spring, but when she heard the words at that time, she only felt horrified, and it was really a polarized difference from now.

Shang Mo's deep eyes swept over Mo Feifei's dazed face, and there was a sparkle of color in the eyes.

His eyes fell on her collarbone from top to bottom, and he could clearly see a little bit of her spring color buried in her clothes.

I really want to know what that feels like.

I was too drunk that time, and I don't remember the feeling at that time, I only vaguely felt that it was particularly good.

Shang Mo closed his eyes, hid his wild thoughts, and concentrated on drying Mo Feifei's hair. He looked very calm and didn't have any special reaction.

So Mo Feifei came back to his senses, and didn't know that Shang Mo had already been flirting with her over and over again in his heart.

After a while, Shang Mo put away the hair dryer, and a deep voice sounded: "The hair has been blown."

Mo Feifei gave a faint "oh".

To Shang Shangmo, she was used to not saying thank you.

What's more, she agreed to serve him a bowl of noodles, so he said he was blowing her hair.

Mo Feifei was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and Shang Mo stood watching, his eyes on her soft lips, thinking that it must be better than noodles.

Thinking in this way, he raised his fingers, and then stroked his lips, sexy and charming...

Seeing that Mo Feifei had finished putting in the seasoning, Shang Mo said, "I want to be jealous?"

Mo Feifei's eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately raised his head to look at Shang Mo behind him in shock, but Shang Mo didn't seem to notice his horrified expression at all, smiled and said: "I like to be jealous, you can put some vinegar in the noodles .”

"oh!"

Mo Feifei knew that he was wrong, so he took the vinegar bottle and put it down a little uncomfortable.

"Do you like to be jealous?" Shang Mo asked again, with a deeper smile on his face.

"I'm not jealous."

After Mo Feifei finished speaking, he turned off the fire, and then picked up a bowl of steaming egg noodles. When Shang Mo saw it, he asked, "You don't want to eat?"