High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 81 Little Mozi, Good Job
Cold what?
This guy can turn faces faster than books.

But soon, just after saying that other people's faces are faster than books, the next moment Lin Zhaoxia herself inherited the title, half-pretending to be pitiful, and grabbed the arm of the person next to him, "Hey, what... I'm hungry."

Yang Moyan looked down at her, his dark green eyes were extremely deep, staring straight at Lin Zhaoxia's scalp numb.

After a while, he turned his eyes away, "Come on, let's have dinner."

"Well, but I need to solve my physical problems during the meal. Where is your bathroom?" Lin Zhaoxia nodded, her tone was unceremonious and her words were almost magical.

Yang Moyan frowned, and a few traces of dislike seemed to flash across his face, "Trouble."

Then bent down, took Lin Zhaoxia into his arms without any warning, and hugged him directly!

Lin Zhaoxia exclaimed, and quickly grabbed the ragged clothes on Yang Moyan's chest, "What are you doing?" In the end, she twisted the wound too hard, and immediately grinned again.

"Take you to solve your physical problems." He said lightly.

"Just tell me the place."

"I'm afraid you will get lost. If something happens to my house, wouldn't I be fully responsible for it?"

How could it be so exaggerated... Lin Zhaoxia clicked her tongue, "There's no need to hold it, right? I was injured in my hand, not my leg." Besides, their behavior was inappropriate, right?Lin Zhaoxia has not forgotten that she is a boy now.

"You are a provocative physique, who knows if you will smash my house the next second you are put down?" Yang Moyan joked blankly.

Lin Zhaoxia rolled her eyes, unable to communicate.

After a few seconds, the guy said again, "You are a big boy about 1.7 meters tall, what did you eat to grow up?" The lightness is unbelievable.

"Eat what you grew up with." Lin Zhaoxia rubbed her nose, and said in a naughty voice.

"Yo, that's strange."

"..."

I always feel that every word this guy utters is full of confusion. When talking to him, Lin Zhaoxia feels that a piece of brain cells have been sacrificed.

The two coaxed each other, until they reached the door of the bathroom, Lin Zhaoxia struggled and jumped down, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, "Do not see evil, do not see evil."

Yang Moyan's smile was not a smile, and he didn't understand Lin Zhaoxia's brain circuit.

Leaning against the door and waiting for Lin Zhaoxia to come out, the two went downstairs together.

As Yang Moyan said, there is really a delicious meal prepared below, but the moment Lin Zhaoxia sat down, staring at the table of delicious food, her brows seemed to be knotted.

Steak for the main meal, sauced fish as a side dish, grilled marinated chicken, etc. There are also a knife and a fork in front of Lin Zhaoxia.

She didn't speak, and glanced at the young man who was slowly fiddling with the wine glass across the way. She withdrew her eyes and stared at her white and slender fingertips for a long time, but she didn't dare to make a move.

"What? Doesn't suit your taste?"

Seemingly aware that Lin Zhaoxia hadn't moved for a long time, Yang Moyan glanced over.

"Are you going to let me eat it with my hands?"

May I ask her, a patient whose right hand is close to the first level of disability, how to eat the delicious food on the table?
And those things are all greasy... Lin Zhaoxia wanted to grab it boldly, but she really didn't give her the courage in her heart.

"Tsk, trouble." Yang Moyan frowned slightly, and said so, but his movements were neat and he exchanged his plate of untouched steak with Lin Zhaoxia, "Here, eat."

Lin Zhaoxia suddenly smiled, and picked up the fork with her left hand, "Little Mozi, you did a good job, I am very pleased."

Yang Moyan, "..."

(End of this chapter)