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

Lin Yang felt annoyed when he saw Mo Ningxuan's uncontrollable amused expression, so he gouged him out.

He patted him angrily, "Hurry up, I'll tie it for you."

With her being so strong, Mo Ningxuan obediently turned around.

This time, Lin Yang neatly tied an apron on Mo Ningxuan, and when he stood aside, he saw that Mo Ningxuan seemed to be planning to have a meeting.

"What are you going to do?" Lin Yang leaned against the table, curious.

Mo Ningxuan frowned slightly, "Make dumplings."

"You know how to roll the skin?" Lin Yang was a little surprised.

She grew up in S City, and she didn't have any northern friends around her, so she had never seen someone rolling her own skin.

"En." Mo Ningxuan nodded.

When it was time to actually roll the skin, Lin Yang realized that Mo Ningxuan was really modest when he said that he knew how to roll the skin.

With the cooperation of the man's slender fingers and the rolling pin, after a few strokes, a round leather came out.

Lin Yang was stunned for a while, "You are too skilled——"

Mo Ningxuan chuckled, and put the rolled leather aside, his black eyes were full of tenderness.

"It's true that I didn't know how to cook before, but there used to be an aunt in my family who was from the north, and I learned it for a while."

His understatement made Lin Yang want to give it a try.

"let me try?"

Probably just like the tenacious spirit of repeated trials and failures, Lin Yang is not afraid of failure.

Seeing Lin Yang's eagerness to try, Mo Ningxuan didn't move away immediately.

Instead, he put down his rolling pin and waved at Lin Yang.

The distance between the two is not too far, Lin Yang is puzzled.

But he subconsciously moved closer to Mo Ningxuan, but Mo Ningxuan didn't intend to stop.

Seeing Lin Yang hesitate, Mo Ningxuan frowned slightly, "Why don't you come here?"

"I don't." Lin Yang paid more attention and ignored Mo Ningxuan.

But the man laughed lightly, and the deep color in his eyes disappeared immediately, leaving only pure gentleness.

Lin Yang was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Mo Ningxuan stretched out his hand suddenly, and wiped Lin Yang's face.

This movement was neither light nor heavy, Lin Yang was a little puzzled.

After seeing the almost overflowing smile in Mo Ningxuan's eyes, he understood.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Mo Ningxuan—"

Mo Ningxuan was not afraid of Lin Yang, he just thought it was funny, but he still raised his hands to beg for mercy, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'll teach you, here."

The man blinked, his slender and thick eyelashes were like a fan.

Lin Yang sighed secretly in his heart, who gave this man such a good-looking appearance?But if it is any longer and ugly, it will definitely not grow so big.

In the end, I still didn't say anything, I took the rolling pin and was eager to try.

Looking at the obedient dough in Mo Ningxuan's hands, Lin Yang realized how difficult it is to actually operate it.

What do you mean by "you can see it when you see it, and you can lose it as soon as you do it."

It's nothing else, it's just that I can't roll out a circle, and the shapes that come out are often angular.

"Why is this so difficult?" Lin Yang complained.

Lin Yang was a little annoyed as he wished he could use up half a bowl of noodles.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Mo Ningxuan on the side was already laughing so hard.

Seeing the smile in the man's eyes, Lin Yang glared at him, "Is it that funny?"

"Okay, I'll teach you." Seeing this, Mo Ningxuan finally got up.

Surrounding Lin Yang from behind.

Feeling Mo Ningxuan's body heat, Lin Yang subconsciously struggled.

"you--"

However, Mo Ningxuan held Lin Yang's hand in a serious manner, as if teaching a child to write.

But the bodies of the two were too close, and the man's solid chest was against his back.

He could almost hear the steady and powerful heartbeat, and Lin Yang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"You, hold down the dough, and gently roll it out with the other hand—" Mo Ningxuan said slowly, word by word.

Mo Ningxuan taught very seriously, but Lin Yang suspected that the man was deliberately playing tricks on him.

When she spoke, the warm breath was spit on the back of her neck, and she felt both itchy and numb.

Subconsciously, he wanted to hide, but Mo Ningxuan softly said, intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't move."

Lin Yang didn't dare to move immediately, and let Mo Ningxuan hold his hand.

"First this, then this."

Being taught by Mo Ningxuan himself, Lin Yang sweated profusely.

It was not easy for Mo Ningxuan to let go of her, seeing the dumpling wrappers, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Pfft—what's this?"

Lin Yang saw that this leather was obviously not very reliable.

But before Lin Yang could speak, he heard the man say, "You can't carve rotten wood."

This sentence almost made Lin Yang vomit blood angrily, so the villain would file a complaint first.

However, Mo Ningxuan still looked so shocked that no one could refute.

"No more rolling." Lin Yang threw down the rolling pin, quite annoyed.

But Mo Ningxuan grabbed Lin Yang's wrist. His hand was covered with flour, and when he grabbed it, a cloud of dust flew up.

Lin Yang was startled, and Mo Ningxuan pushed his back against the wall the next moment.

Mo Ningxuan's tall body came up again, and he lowered his eyes to look at Lin Yang.

The voice was soft, like a whisper.

"What do you want me to do—"

Looking at the man's black eyes, Lin Yang was a little flustered, and the sound of his heartbeat was rumbling.

"What?" She didn't hear what Mo Ningxuan said just now.

But the next moment, Mo Ningxuan moved closer, and he could almost smell his breath.

"I said, I love you." This time, it was close to Lin Yang's ear, and the enunciation was clear enough for Lin Yang to hear.

Lin Yang's face turned red. Hearing what Mo Ningxuan said, he subconsciously pushed the man over, "It's all right, what are you talking about—"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Ningxuan blocked his mouth.

Her eyes widened, but she could only look at the man's magnified handsome face.

This kiss was very shallow, like a dragonfly touching water, passing by in a flash.

Before Lin Yang could react, Mo Ningxuan had already left her lips.

But Mo Ningxuan was still very close, and the two of them could hear their breathing.

The strong sense of oppression made Lin Yang a little flustered, and when he remembered that there were other people in the house, he suddenly became a little anxious.

"Shut up, go cook."

Mo Ningxuan looked at Lin Yang's flushed cheeks, like clouds in the sky, and just looked at her intently.

But he responded, "Okay."

Then, he let go of Lin Yang, washed his hands and started rolling the skin again.

Lin Yang was still in a daze on the spot, quite unresponsive to the series of actions the man had just made.

My heartbeat was completely messed up, and I didn't know what to do.

Glancing at Mo Ningxuan, the man's demeanor was calm, and he only felt hateful.

Obviously he was the one who made the mischief, but in the end he messed up first.

At the moment, he was a little struggling, thinking of Mo Ningxuan's focused eyes when he looked at him just now.

"I love you."

Lin Yang didn't speak, but why didn't she?

For Mo Ningxuan, for this man who has been entangled with her for so many years, she is so likely to let go.

Obviously they are all part of each other's life intertwined, but she thought about separating them.

She stared blankly at Mo Ningxuan lowering her head and busying herself, but suddenly saw the man look up.

"Hungry? Go to the living room and wait. I'll pack some and cook first."