Chapter 600 (1/2)

After that, the mobile phone did not move. Ji Nuan glanced at the head portrait and name of the ink depth of field again.

He's not going to keep using her picture as his head?

In fact, this picture is pretty good.

Although there is her in the photo, it's not a self portrait with a vulgar big head. It's just like taking a picture of the scenery outside the car, but taking a picture of the people sitting in the car together. At that time, jinuan was talking to him, so her expression was very natural, and her face didn't stink when talking. There was even a slight smile in the corner of her eyes.

Let alone, it's quite natural and beautiful.

After watching it for a long time, I suddenly realized that I was still narcissistic towards the head portrait of Mo Jingshen. I immediately withdrew wechat and continued to watch the movie.

Half of a movie is not finished, and Mo's depth of field is back.

At the same time, Ji turned around and saw that the man was holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand, and it was still a big bowl. As if she was afraid that she would not eat enough, she cooked almost two portions of noodles.

Mo Jingshen put the noodles on the table, took another smaller bowl at the same time, put the chopsticks aside, picked out some noodles and put them in the small bowl, then looked at the still sitting on the bed of seasonal warmth: ”not hungry to eat noodles? Come here. ”

Season warm still sits on the bed does not move, lightly said: ”does not have the strength to get out of bed to eat.”

The man looked at him, looked at him in jinuan's eyes, and suddenly realized whether he would hold her in his arms again. If he didn't, he took up the chopsticks and went straight to her. He sat next to the bed and patiently picked up the noodles and fed them to her: ”eat.”

Ji Nuan glanced at him and closed his lips without opening his mouth.

The man's elegant and deep brow picked: ”how? Let me go out in the middle of the night to cook noodles for you. Now that the noodles are cooked, they are also fed to your mouth. Do you want to eat them? I'm going to feed you mouth to mouth? ”

Jinuan looks at the noodles in his hand: ”how did you let them empty the kitchen for you?”

The man looked the same, patiently put the noodles back into the bowl, stained with some soup stains, kept the taste of noodles, and said: ”money can make the ghost push the mill, and make a kitchen for himself.”

Jinuan doesn't speak.

OK, this is the most direct way.

She took a sip of her lips and saw that he had fed noodles to her mouth, and had been lifting it for half a day. After all, she opened her mouth and ate the noodles.

It's delicious.

Even very.

See she ate a mouthful after slowly chewing in the mouth, clearly can swallow directly but not for half a day, the slow appearance let the man raise eyebrows: ”how? Does it taste good? ”

Season warm unconsciously returned a sentence: ”really not how.”

The man hums to smile, ignores her words, again fed a mouthful to her: ”good or not to eat, otherwise only hungry to tomorrow morning.”