The two of them tossed around until the afternoon before going downstairs to eat. Sister Chen came out with the food, looked at Meng Chengmao and said: Master, you must eat on time. Look, you didn't even eat breakfast.
Sheng Yiman lowered his head and smiled, feeling inexplicably happy seeing him being scolded. Sister Chen was the old lady in the compound, and she came here to take care of Meng Chengmao's life.
I know Sister Chen.
After seeing Sister Chen leave, Meng Chengmao moved the chair next to Sheng Yiman next to him, kissed her hard and said: Still smiling!
At this time, Sister Chen came out again, holding the noodles Sheng Yiman had made in the morning and said: Master, what is this? Is it swill? I remember I threw away all the food from last night. Why is there still something in the kitchen?
Now it was Meng Chengmao's turn to laugh. Sheng Yiman twisted his arm and he stopped laughing. He cleared his throat and said: Sister Chen, that, that, I made it. I was so hungry in the morning. I didn't expect it to be like this.
Sister Chen said: Then I will take it and throw it away. Call me next time you are hungry.
Say goodbye for now, bring it over, I can use it, Meng Chengmao said.
Sheng Yiman lowered his head while eating and said nothing. Meng Chengmao almost ate the hair when he saw it, so he stretched out his hand to brush it away for her.
Sister Chen brought over the bowl of noodles made by Sheng Yiman and started eating again. Sheng Yiman raised her eyes and hesitated to speak. She said: You don't have to force it. If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good.
I saw Meng Chengmao smiling and saying: It's okay, I just like bad food, so I don't force it. He leaned closer to her and whispered: It suits my appetite.
While eating the food, Chengmao praised it and said, "Hmm, it's still good."
Sheng Yiman heard that he was lying in his heart that he was unhappy. He couldn't stop smiling, pursed his lips and said: You know how to coax me.
Meng Chengmao said while eating: I like to coax you, and I feel a special sense of accomplishment.
Sheng Yiman whispered: Glib tongue.
The two of them were talking, and soon they finished the bowl of noodles. In fact, Sheng Yiman also knew that the noodles she made this time were not delicious, and it was okay for Meng Chengmao not to eat them, but she saw how much he treated her. She didn't care. If Meng Chengmao knew about it, he would definitely joke that she had watched too many TV series and was poisoned by them. But what she wanted was that her feelings for him could be seen and taken seriously. Maybe she was like this bowl of noodles. , not that good in their eyes, not even worthy of being served to the dinner table, but she doesn't care what others think, she only cares whether Meng Chengmao gives her the right to serve the dinner table.
Now that she has seen it, she has confidence.
After eating and drinking, Meng Chengmao drove her out to celebrate the festival. Today was Valentine's Day. It was a holiday and the streets were very lively. The car finally stopped in the city center, with people coming and going. Sheng Yiman looked at him in surprise. , I saw him holding Sheng Yiman's hand and getting out of the car, and the two enjoyed the festive carnival.
Why do you want to come here? Sheng Yiman looked at the noisy crowd and couldn't help but squeeze his hand nervously.
Meng Chengmao didn't say why, he just held her hand and walked around. Then he walked to Disney and entered through the VIP channel. Sheng Yiman was so happy that she pointed at Disney and said to him happily: Disney, Disney, what are you doing? You know I'd love to come.
After saying that, regardless of Meng Chengmao, he went over to take the doll and take pictures.
Meng Chengmao looked at her with a smile on his belt. The two of them walked and walked, and soon it was night. At this time, fireworks bloomed in the sky, attracting Sheng Yiman's eyes. She immediately raised her head to see what was going on here. Many people also raised their heads to look, except Meng Chengmao. He kept looking at Sheng Yiman, then he held Sheng Yiman's shoulders and kissed her gently. Sheng Yiman's eyes were full of fireworks at this time. For Meng Chengmao's kiss was just perfunctory. In Meng Chengmao's view, he was left out. He was not as good as a mere firework?
