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Mo Sen stood aside and watched Song Xi calmly put the quilt and pillow on the small sofa.

After laying the quilt, she straightened up and looked at the man who was too seductive and still pale.

"Are you hungry?"

Moson nodded.

"Then wait for a while, I'll cook," she clapped her hands, suddenly thinking that the man was still weak, and the doctor said it would take care of him, "Do you eat fish?"

Just when she was passing by the supermarket after work, she bought a fish by the way. She was thinking that she had been tired recently and had to take care of her sickness, so she bought it for herself.

Mo Sen frowned in an instant, and his pale face looked even sicker.

Such a feminine and glamorous man, with a body that is soft and easy to push, looks really unbearable to swallow.

Song Xi committed a little idiot, and suddenly woke up.

Song Xi, what are you thinking about? This man now depends on you, eat what you drink and use what you have, a whole vampire!

I have no chance, and it is shameful to commit an infatuation with this kind of rice worm!

"Don't you like to eat fish?"

Song Xi looked bad at his expression.

Of course I don't like it! Morson shook his head.

"Then I won't be a fish." Song Xi said, but could not help but slandered in his heart: Stink man, it's really hard to serve.

Suddenly she felt like a little girl in ancient times, she was working hard and sadly.

Song Xi went to cook, and Mo Sen was shaking in this small apartment.

The apartment is small and the layout is quite warm. As can be seen from the plush dolls everywhere, Song Xi is still a doll control.

When Song Xi was cooking and holding a plate into the small living room, Mo Sen was staring at the photos on the coffee table.

In the photo, a woman who smiles stupidly looks at the camera than stupid scissors.

There was no special dining table in the small apartment. Song Xi placed the food on the coffee table, and found that Mosen stared at her photo, looked up for a while and looked at her again.

"What's wrong? I have dirty things on my face?" Song Xi subconsciously wiped his face, thinking that something had come into contact while cooking.

Mo Sen slowly looked back, looking at the woman with her hair tucked away around the panda apron.

This woman looks so stupid.

He's not healthy right now, and he'll be back soon. Staying with such women will lower your IQ.

"Let's eat."

Song Xi smiled and handed Mosen a pair of chopsticks. Mosen took it and held it in his hand, but he didn't move for a long time.

"Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?"

Song Xi stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth, and the whole cheek gang bulged into a dumpling. Looking at it, he felt a bit cute.

Moson looked at her hand, tried to take chopsticks like her, and then went to pick up vegetables.

However, the dish was dropped.

Tried it a second time and the dish dropped again.

For the third time, Song Xi watched his action of picking vegetables, but somehow he was nervous.

In Song Xi's tense and anticipating gaze, Mo Sen failed the third time trying to pinch dishes.

Song Xi looked up and glared at Mosen.

A hint of redness was seen on Mo Sen's white face, and an atmosphere called embarrassment gradually spread.

"It's okay, just use a spoon." Song Xi quickly shoved a spoon into Mosen's hand, bowed his head, and shoved rice into his mouth.

Strange, why does she feel so embarrassed, and it's not that she can't pinch vegetables.

In other words, he is a big man who can't pick vegetables.

Amnesia forgets even instinct?