"What do you think?" Seeing her eyes foggy, he softened his attitude again.

I felt helpless and frustrated, "Where have I been going this day, do you know?"

"I don't want to know, you go."

Li Beichen was angry, very angry. After looking at her stubborn little face for a long time, he lit a cigarette and blew a bit coldly into her face.

Until she choked her and wanted to get angry,

Li Beichen pinched her white soft chin and whispered, "I have news about Mobao. I wanted to tell you early in the morning, but you didn't listen and even scolded me!"

"So I won't leave now, I licked my face and entered your hotel, do you understand?"

Wen Ning was stunned, a trace of entanglement flashed across his eyes. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Mo Bao? Have you found his clue?"

He spitted smoke and refused to answer.

Wen Ning raised his head and pulled his sleeves. He looked like he needed him and finally settled his hair.

Li Beichen pinched her chin, moved forward, lowered his head and ordered, "I'll say, cook first."

"you……"

"Gulong——" a suspicious voice came from his stomach.

Wen Ning was sure it was not his. He looked up at him. His face looked ugly in an instant, and the wound on his forehead made him look inexplicably tired.

"You...you didn't eat?"

Li Beichen threw away the cigarette, gave her a look of nonsense, rolled up her shirt sleeves, took the lead in opening the refrigerator, and took the ingredients-

Why didn’t he eat with Xie Zhiyin with affection at noon? He was so spoiled that he had to accompany her to eat every meal?

Oh, it seems like I'm going to meet Huo Ling.

That's for Mobao!

For Mo Bao... for some reason, Wen Ning felt sour in his heart, and another hesitation flashed through.

He could have left Jiujiu for Xie Zhiyinda at night, but he didn't have time to eat to find Mo Bao.

Which end is he caring about?

He was concerned about everything, did he know that he was so bad!

Her lips were pursed in anger. She was slightly stunned and couldn't help but look at his sharp face, his straight forehead, and the wound that had been bandaged by Xie Zhiyin was blood-colored.

The man turned around and collided with her.

Wen Ning immediately moved his eyes away, rolled in his throat, and asked, "Did you get hurt because of Mo Bao?"

He looked at her, "Yeah, I chased someone in the morning and there was an explosion."

"explode?!"

Wen Ning widened his eyes. How could he say so lightly?

She couldn't help but subconsciously look at him, her straight body, everywhere...

Looking at her worried eyes, Li Beichen raised his lips slightly, "What are you looking at? I'm not hurt anywhere else in my body.

Are you caring about me? Wen Ning.

Will you still... care about me?"

He held the ingredients in his big hand and couldn't help but come over. His cold and hard expression was a bit charming, and his rare home fireworks were a little charming for a moment.

It seemed as if Wen Ning was back. In Rongcheng, both sons were there, and he occasionally ran over and squeezed into her kitchen.

At that time, because of Li Xiangwan, she was also in trouble with him, but there was a trace of sweetness in the crack of the quarrel.

Just like now, even though he knew he had left his heart, he would still make her trance while standing in front of him and doing things he had been familiar with before.

My heart couldn't help but tremble.

Wen Ning pushed him away, preventing his breath and his deep eyes from affecting himself.

"How could I care about you anymore? I'm thinking too much." She tilted her red lips coldly, preventing herself from being stupid for a moment.

Li Beichen's dark eyes darkened, and his wry smile slipped through his heart. It was him in a daze. In such a situation, he couldn't help but feel moved, and the love hidden in his heart faintly emerged.

A deception he built deliberately hurt her deeply.

If she followed his drive back to Rongcheng and the two separated from each other, he would not always be entangled and could not help herself with her.

But Wen Ning is not another woman. She doesn't want to eat soft and hard, and does not succumb to his control. She must stay here to argue with him.

A flash of coldness flashed across Li Beichen, and she made him repetitively.

But she no longer cared about him!

"I understand, I'll blow it to death next time." The man turned around coldly and took off the ingredients packaging.

“…”

Wen Ning was shocked and wanted to cover his crow's mouth. What did he do to complain about himself?

I hurt her so much about these things I did, and I still expect her... to say good things?

Wen Ning pursed her lips, feeling very bad, and the atmosphere was very silent. She didn't plan to stand here and get uncomfortable with him, so she let him cook by herself.

Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly saw him arching his slender back and leaning against the kitchen counter, motionless.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ning turned his head suspiciously.

Seeing his delicate facial features, he wrinkled in pain.

"Li Beichen?"

"Stomach pain..." Such a powerful man had no strength tormented his stomach pain.

His handsome face turned pale, and because of his tightness, he looked even thinner and three-dimensional in the shadows.

"How many meals have you not eaten?"

“I didn’t eat it today.”

Wen Ning felt bad. Was he running for Mobao?

I don't want to pity him, but I still can't do that.

She pushed him away and grabbed the kitchen knife fiercely, "Warm chicken, go there!"

The woman quickly washed the vegetables and started cutting. Because she was anxious and moved very quickly, the man stood beside her and didn't move. Because of her dissatisfaction, he warned her with a dark face, "I am weak or not, don't you know what's wrong? You don't dare to scold you like this when you make you cry."

"..." Wen Ning almost cut himself into his mind. What is his focus?

It's too much for face. If you scold him, he will mention things that shouldn't be mentioned. Silently, a red flashed through her ears.

"Tear slowly." Seeing her distracted, Li Beichen held her big hand and Zuo Zheng's hilt of cold lips, and said sharply, "I've already had stomachache. It's okay to hurt. Don't cut yourself."

"I'm not worried about you, I'm thinking of my son to have a meal soon!" Her skin turned red.

The man didn't say anything, and he didn't want to put his little hand on his back. His eyes were deep and soft.

Until the cucumber was cut, Wen Ning shook his hand away.

The two of them cooked, but there was no communication later.

After more than ten minutes, Wen Ning served a few simple dishes. Jiujiu must be hungry, so he feasted in his little hand with a spoon.

Li Beichen's eating habits are very elegant, because he doesn't eat much because of stomachache.

Wen Ning didn't even put a trace of chili in the dishes he cooked, so he quickly put down the dishes.

The man frowned, took out his cell phone from his suit pocket, and opened it on the desktop.

"What is this?" Jiujiu asked lowered his chopsticks.

Wen Ning also looked over.

Li Beichen's eyes were very deep, "Mo Bao's fingerprints and a clue he left to us."
Chapter completed!