Chapter 729 (1/2)

At last, when she could take photos, Ji Nuan was still wearing her singing girl like clothes, which came together with Mo Jingshen. At last, the senior photography teacher smacked his lips beside her. He was very satisfied with her talent and beauty. His steady voice added the color of the times to the studio which had been opened in Los Angeles for more than 100 years.

Ms. Wan Zhu kept smiling until she finished filming. She hurriedly came and asked Ji Nuan if she was tired, as if she was afraid of tiring her daughter-in-law.

Then I don't know if Ms. Wan Zhu is too excited in the last two days. She is so excited that she can't keep her mouth closed. Maybe it's because of Mo Jingshen's acquiescence that she told the old man about their remake of wedding photos.

So Mr. Mo took advantage of the excitement and flew to Los Angeles from Haicheng on the other side of the ocean the next day.

According to Mr. Mo, he hasn't been on a plane for at least ten years, and he hasn't been back to the United States in seventeen or eighteen years. This time, it's really to find his granddaughter-in-law safely. Even when he's saved his life, he'll come to Los Angeles to have a good reunion and live in Los Angeles for a month and then return to Haicheng.

The TV in the living room of the rest room of shine group's president's office is broadcasting news. The background behind the host is people coming and going. Thanksgiving in the west is very lively. The tiny smile on the faces of those people represents a kind of festival atmosphere, which penetrates into the air of the night little by little.

In the spare kitchen in the rest room, there was a sound of familiar pots and pans gently colliding, and a good smell of food wafted out.

Jinuan sniffed.

Well, it's sweet and sour ribs today.

She looked up and stole a look.

There is a warm light in the crack of the door, gently passing through the dry air and mapping into her eyes.

The tall figure who left a high-rise meeting in this building two hours ago is holding a spatula to carefully plate the vegetables.

The kitchen ceiling lamp and the smell of food mingled in her senses, wrapped him up and sent him gently to the bottom of her heart.

The faint fragrance of plants and trees on his body was stained with the smoke and fire in the dust. She saw his back neck exposed under his black hair and bent a beautiful arc under the light.

This is the boss and chef Mo who likes to eat whatever she likes. Recently, she began to be greedy for the taste of Chinese food and began to make Chinese food for her. Although he said every time that the lampblack of Chinese food always made a room full of smoke, her dinner always had several dishes she liked.

Even this time, she guessed that when she returned to Los Angeles Mohist school two days ago, Ms. Wan Zhu made a plate of spareribs, but when Ji was warm, the noodles of Mo Shaoze didn't taste good. She had a big appetite, only two pieces were sandwiched, so she only ate the food in front of her.

It is precisely because she clearly wanted to eat but didn't like it. She didn't mention it, but the depth of the ink field was clearly seen in her eyes.

His mind is still wandering in the sky. He has come out of the kitchen with a plate, which is more attractive to her than the sweet and sour ribs.

”What are you looking at?” He took out a hand and patted her on the head near her: ”wash your hands.”

He has a light fragrance on his hand, with the temperature she is familiar with. It seems that just in such an ordinary office lounge that can't be more ordinary, all the troubles in the world can be blocked. The festive atmosphere of those Westerners who are overflowing outside also turns into a warm and ordinary day that can't be more ordinary, calm but continuous.

……

After eating.