It's Not Too Late to Chase His Wife: Young Master Mo's Secret Favorite Sweet Wife

It was meant to be a threat, but Lin Yang was stunned when he didn't realize it.

Then his heart sank, he raised his eyes and glared at Mo Ningxuan, "You said it as if I could leave after I finished speaking."

But the man in front of him suddenly laughed lowly, "You are right."

Lin Yang was a little helpless, and glanced at Mo Ningxuan.

Even if you really think so, don't just say it, hey!

Mo Ningxuan stood up quite naturally, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. You can choose which room you want to live in at night."

Hearing what Mo Ningxuan said, Lin Yang was also taken aback.

She was really familiar with Mo Ningxuan's house, they had been here before when they were still dating, not to mention that after Mo Ningxuan forced him to be his lover, Lin Yang lived here all the time.

It is clear that Mo Ningxuan has no other intentions at all now, but Lin Yang will inevitably think of some unpleasant past events.

Those bloody past can be regarded as unseen if they are not deliberately avoided.

It's just that in the familiar scene right now, facing Mo Ningxuan, he still felt dejected.

Sensing Lin Yang's emotions, Mo Ningxuan paused, heaved a sigh of relief, and squatted down in front of Lin Yang.

It happened to be at the same level as Lin Yang's eyes, but at the moment Lin Yang was lowering his head, clearly not intending to look at him.

"What are you thinking?" Mo Ningxuan asked softly.

Lin Yang heard the man's low voice, and also sensed the concern in his words.

But he didn't know how to deal with it, he wanted to pretend he didn't hear, and deliberately ignored Mo Ningxuan.

But he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally said in a low voice, "It's nothing, it's just that my arm hurts a little."

These words are not completely nonsense, after returning from the hospital, until now, the effect of the anesthetic seems to have passed.

There were bursts of sharp pain from the wound, which could not be ignored.

"What? The pain is severe?" Mo Ningxuan couldn't help frowning when he heard Lin Yang say this.

Lin Yang took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Suddenly felt a little difficult to face this man, shook his head, and finally raised his eyes to look at him.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm tired too, just rest for a while."

Looking at her tired appearance, Mo Ningxuan really didn't think too much, and reached out to help him up.

"Go to sleep for a while."

The constant pain in her arm made it difficult for her to concentrate, and she nodded in a trance.

I don't know how I got back to the room and fell asleep.

I just felt that when I opened my eyes again, the sky was slightly darkened.

The lights in the garden outside the window were all on, reflecting the red clouds in the sky, it felt unreal in a trance.

It's been a long time since she slept like this for an afternoon, as if it was summer vacation in middle school.

But it is no exaggeration to say that time is like the sand in your hand, constantly passing away.

Rubbing her eyes, she felt that the time was wrong, and Lin Yang reflected for a while that she was at Mo Ningxuan's house.

She froze for a moment, thinking she was dreaming or something, but at this moment, the wound on her left arm reminded her in good time that all of this was real.

"hiss--"

The movement of getting up was a little bigger, and Lin Yang couldn't help but gasp when the wound was involved.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slowed down for a while before getting up slowly.

As soon as I got downstairs, I could smell the aroma of food.

Lin Yang, who was already empty in the stomach, suddenly felt even hungrier.

Just as he was about to go to the kitchen to find out, he saw Mo Ningxuan coming over with a casserole.

The sleeves of the man's white shirt were rolled up, revealing a pair of lean and powerful arms.

Seeing her, she smiled, and while putting the casserole on the table, she took off the heat-resistant gloves.

"I wanted to call you just after cooking, but you got up first. It's just right, come and eat something. You are probably hungry too."

Mo Ningxuan's proposal was so considerate, it made it impossible for Lin Yang to say that he was not hungry against his will.

Obediently went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, and arranged them at the table.

But Mo Ningxuan brought out a plate of egg pancakes and a plate of pickles.

Seeing Lin Yang looking at him, Mo Ningxuan looked up at her.

"There are not many ingredients at home, so I can barely make these. Now that your arm is injured, you just happen to eat a little lighter."

As he said, he opened the lid of the casserole and filled Lin Yang with a bowl of porridge.

Seeing that Lin Yang was about to move the spoon, he did not forget to tell him, "Be careful, don't get burned."

Lin Yang knew that he looked as if he could burn a porridge last time, and it was so stupid that he was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

He took a spoonful of porridge and blew it again and again before putting it into his mouth.

The taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, which is really good.

Lin Yang's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Mo Ningxuan.

It made the latter stunned for a moment, and said a little anxiously: "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's so delicious." Lin Yang shook his head, full of praise for this bowl of shrimp and corn porridge, "You were too modest in what you just said."

Yilian drank a few more mouthfuls, but felt a little uncomfortable because the porridge was too hot.

Seeing Lin Yang's reaction, Mo Ningxuan felt relieved and shook his head, "Slow down, there are egg pancakes here."

In fact, Lin Yang should be a sweetheart when it comes to drinking porridge, but this time he was hooked by Mo Ningxuan's salty porridge and wanted to turn against him.

After drinking a bowl of porridge and filling another bowl, I put down my chopsticks contentedly.

Mo Ningxuan on the opposite side was still drinking the porridge in his bowl gracefully.

Different from Lin Yang's impatience, Mo Ningxuan is always slow when eating or doing things.

There is a gentle and noble leisurely energy.

Lin Yang had enough to eat and drink, and just looked at Mo Ningxuan with his chin propped up.

I deeply feel that if this man does a food broadcast in the future, it will obviously be pleasing to the eye.

Just as Lin Yang was staring at Mo Ningxuan, thinking wildly, the man suddenly put down the bowl.

He raised his eyes, met Lin Yang's round eyes, and asked her helplessly, "Why are you always staring at me?"

Lin Yang, who was caught on the spot, was a little embarrassed. Could it be that this man has eyes on the top of his head?

You can't tell him what it's like to be an anchor by yourself, right?
This is clearly a nympho...

Lin Yang froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, when did you learn to cook? I remember you used to be able to crack the broken eggshells into the eggs."

This refers to when they were still together, Lin Yang ordered Mo Ningxuan to cook noodles.

As a result, Young Master Mo brought a bowl of noodles with broken eggshells, and Lin Yang who ate it had a brilliant complexion.

In fact, it's not Mo Ningxuan's fault, he is a boy in such a family.

From primary school to music, horsemanship, and social etiquette.

It would be too embarrassing for him to walk around the stove, and it doesn't mean he can't learn it, it's just that it's unnecessary.

Listening to Lin Yang's question, Mo Ningxuan chuckled.

It seemed that he didn't care about Lin Yang's mention of his black history, and put the spoon in his hand back into the bowl.

With a "ding", there was a crisp sound from the spoon and the wall of the bowl.

The man lowered his eyes and casually stirred the porridge in the bowl, as if caught in some kind of response from the past.

After taking a long breath, he began to speak in a low voice.

"I learned how to cook later on. Although it's not too complicated, the basics are fine. I wanted to give you a surprise, so I didn't tell you, but then..."

Having said that, the man didn't continue.