Previously, Lan Xian used what Rong Liu learned to cook at home, and the taste was still good. Although he changed his body, these skills are familiar to him.
"Oh, okay, whatever you want, I'm not picky eaters." Mo Ting was stunned, he never thought that Lan Xian could cook.
"Then Mr. Mo, please wait a moment. We expect to be able to eat in half an hour. If Mr. Mo is bored, you can sit in another room. There are books and magazines there." Lan Xian ignored Mo Ting's eyes. Shocked, he turned around and opened the refrigerator.
?He took out one or two eggs, a tomato, two carrots, and an onion. It was estimated that the two of them would eat enough, so he turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Mo Ting was standing there watching Lan Xian's skillful movements, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Standing at the entrance and watching the busy sounds in the kitchen, Mo Ting suddenly felt "home".
It's as if he and Lan Xian are an ordinary couple. When he comes home from get off work, Lan Xian cooks in the kitchen and eats together
Lan Xian, what should I do, the more I get along with you, the more reluctant to let go.
Lan Xian, do you know that you are like a treasure house, there are endless treasures in you, the more you get along with you, the more attracted you are
Lan Xian, what if one day I fall in love with you?
In the kitchen, Lan Xian could do well alone. Mo Ting originally stood outside the door admiring Lan Xian's actions in the kitchen, but then realized that his actions were really stupid, so he turned and walked towards Lan Xian's study.
Lanxian's study room is very simple, with two bookshelves and one desk. Mo Ting approached and found some philosophy and financial books on the log bookshelf. There is also Lan Xian's annotation on it, the font is strong and strong, not as elegant as ordinary girls' characters, and it is faintly obvious that Lan Xian has calligraphy skills.
This changed Mo Ting's view of Lanxian again. These days, there are too few women who can read philosophy books and annotate them so carefully. In Mo Ting's eyes, only some scholarly people can study such books.
Going forward, there are some Buddhist studies on another bookshelf. Open it to see that there are also detailed annotations inside. Looking at these annotations, especially the cognition of the past and present life in Buddhism, Mo Ting has a blue string It's far more than the feeling of being twenty years old
Generally young girls like these things? Do you believe in the so-called reincarnation? Even Mo Ting himself would not believe this.
After putting his hands back, Mo Ting found that the entire bookshelf was full of Buddhist scriptures, and there were a few literary novels in an inconvenient place on the top. Those books had a thin layer of dust, and it seemed that they hadn't been read for a while.
Seeing these books, the corner of Mo Ting's mouth raised a smile. In his eyes, these are the books that normal girls would read. Those books before made Mo Ting really do not know how to evaluate Lan Xian.
He took out a book at random, it was a book by a post-80s author named Han Han, it was called "Three Doors", the cover of the book was a bit old, it looked like he had read it.
Mo Ting flipped through it casually, he wanted to see what kind of novels Lan Xian liked besides those books on philosophy and Buddhism
But just as it was opened, a piece of letter paper fell out of it.
Huh?
Curious, Mo Ting squatted down and picked it up.
After reading a few books, Mo Ting found that Lanxian didn't use bookmarks at all, and her notes were always written in books, so how could there be a piece of paper?
The scent of pen and ink was on the thin paper. It was a very ordinary piece of white paper, but when he saw the words on it, Mo Ting's face paled instantly.
The font on the paper is strange, childish and ugly, it says how a girl hates this world.
Born as an orphan, she struggled so hard in this world, how unable she was to enter the showbiz, and how she blamed herself and felt sad in the face of her teammates' accusations.
Every line in the words reveals his disgust for this world, his indifference to the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, and more than once in the short thousand words he said that he wanted to seek death.
And these are not the key points, the key point is the inscription at the end of this paper - Lan Xian.
There is also the date that made Mo Ting so annoying, that date Mo Ting will never forget in his life, that time was the day he received that Mo Fang had killed Rong Liu.
That day, Mo Ting will never forget for the rest of his life, that day he knew that his younger brother was serious when he said in front of him that he wanted to marry Rong Liu.
On that day, he realized that if he and his family hadn't supported Mo Fang in marrying Rongliu, Mo Fang would not have been paranoid on the road of killing her
Holding the paper in his hand, Mo Ting felt a chill in his heart, something slipped through his heart, but he dared not admit it.?¡
"Mr. Mo, the meal is ready, let's come out to eat!" Lan Xian tapped on the study door, looking at Mo Ting who was holding a book in a daze, she was a little puzzled, her book should have nothing to make people think about it, she The books I read have always been biased.
The reason why Mo Ting was asked to come in to look for books was because Bai Xue had brought her a batch of books, but she didn't read any specific books, so she only asked Bai Xue to find an empty place to put them.
Lan Xian thinks that the book that Bai Xue likes, Mo Ting will also like it, after all men are the same
"Okay." Lan Xian's sudden voice startled Mo Ting, and he reflexively wanted to hide the book in his hand, but unexpectedly he dropped the book in his hand on the ground in a hurry. Tightly, without Lan Xian noticing
Seeing Mo Ting like this, Lan Xian only thought that she was frightening him. Afraid of embarrassing Mo Ting, Lan Xian turned around very earnestly and waited for Mo Ting in the dining room.
Seeing Lan Xian walking out, Mo Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put the books on the floor back to their original places, and put the paper in his hand into his pocket.
After doing all this, Mo Ting looked at the position where Lan Xian was standing just now, with complex lights shining in his eyes.
Lan Xian, is this why you commented on the book that you believe in the afterlife? Is there really such a wonderful thing in this world?
Lan Xian, who are you?
Mo Ting really wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.
This matter was so weird, Mo Ting took a few deep breaths to suppress the waves in his heart, and when he walked out of the study, Mo Ting had recovered the elegance of Mr Pian Pian.
Looking at the simple three dishes and one dining room on the table, looking at the small room and the table, for some reason Mo Ting felt that it felt like home.
The ups and downs of the mood instantly calmed down, and the idea of ??investigating Lan Xian was also put on hold. It doesn't matter who Lan Xian is, Lan Xian is Lan Xian, knowing who Lan Xian is will only be more difficult, right? ?
"Mr. Mo, please wash your hands first, and then eat."
Looking at Mo Ting who had been standing in front of the dining table without doing anything for a long time, Lan Xian reminded politely, but his tone was a little bit harsh. For Mo Ting, Lan Xian was less acting and more real .
"Okay." Mo Ting seldom cooperated, and obediently washed his hands and sat down.
Looking at the simple dishes on the table, Mo Ting ate with great relish, and didn't give up after eating two bowls of rice
Both of them had good table manners, and no one said a word from the beginning to the end of the dinner table.
Mo Ting is because of family upbringing, and Lan Xian is because she always eats alone, she has no habit of talking to the air
After dinner, Lan Xian didn't expect President Mo to help wash the dishes, and he cleaned up the dishes neatly.
Lan Xian has the habit of eating fruit after a meal, and after packing up, he brought a plate of fruit from the kitchen, but Mo Ting saw how he wanted to know how lost his mind was after a meal, and wanted to make up for it.
Standing up, I reached out and wanted to take the fruit in Lan Xian's hand: "I'll come"
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Mo Ting probably wasn't used to wearing slippers, and because he stepped on the water dripping from the fruit plate, Mo Ting's footsteps slipped, and he fell in the direction of the blue string (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com com