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Just half eaten, someone came over to ask about the seasons of ink, not to mention the season ink, even Ye Qiao followed and ran to check.

When I finally finished the matter and returned to eat again, there was no temperature in the rice.

Taking a cold meal, Ye Qiao raised his face in fear.

"Do you have any stomach?"

Opposite, Ji Moyang's lips, his left hand extended, helped her to slip the broken hair behind her ear, but the finger did not leave immediately, but gently licked her cheek.

"Do not worry, I am fine!"

Ye Qiao blushed.

Obviously, it is just a very ordinary little action, but I don't know how to get it. In an instant, her heart beats faster, her blood rises, and the hands holding the chopsticks are soft and can't hold the dishes.

At this time, Ji Mo has taken back his fingers, but her heart is still jumping.

Provocatively look at the opposite man, watching the other side of the cloud clear, and secretly swearing that he is not calm.

Ye Qiao, Ye Qiao, people just touched your face, you are so!

Some of my heart scorned myself, but my eyes unconsciously looked at the opposite quarter of the ink, just to meet his gaze, for fear that the other side could see through his little ninety-nine, she was busy hanging down to eat, not wanting to make mistakes, a rice grain broke into Throat, suddenly coughed up, although busy with his face to the side, the rice that had not been eaten in his mouth still coughed.

Shame!

In an instant, Ye Qiao only wanted to find a place to sneak in, grabbed the napkin on the table, and she quickly got up and cleaned up the rice grains that she had sprayed on her own, and she only wanted to slap her two slaps.

Can't you eat well, you have to eat with him, and as a result, this person lost...

I was secretly annoyed, and one hand was stretched out to grab her arm.

"I come!"

Not waiting for Ye Qiao to return to God, Ji Mo has taken the paper towel bag from her hand, bent down to wipe the rice grains she sprayed into a small pile, and carefully squeezed it with a paper towel.

"I... I am coming!"

Ye Qiao would have to grab the paper towel in his hand again. He had already wrapped the rice grain in a paper towel and stood up.

"Let's eat!"

Laughing at her, the man turned and walked to the trash can and threw the paper towel in. Ye Qiao was busy picking up the wipes.

"Fast... wipe your hands!"

The voice thanked, re-entered, the man wiped his fingers casually to continue eating, Ye Qiao is the next seven.

If she had previously given her boyfriend, she would not mind such a small thing, but now it is different, this man is the same as God in her mind, she only wants to show all her good side in front of him.

"Just... sorry!"

Ji Mo looked at her and looked at her first. Then she was confused and then understood.

"It’s good to eat slowly." The man smiled and handed the water over. "I was anxious when I was a child. I once ate the noodles directly into the nose."

"Hey!" Ye Qiao almost spewed out of the water, "Really?"

Ji Mo raised his face and smiled gently and elegantly. "I am also a person, of course it is true. In front of me, you don't have to be so cautious. Later you will find that in fact, I also have many shortcomings. No one is perfect, let alone... ...you just sneeze."

Ye Qiao’s heart is loose.

"Miss Yeh!" The voice of the makeup artist came from afar. "Miss Yeh?!"

"I am here!" Ye Qiao was busy with his voice. "I am going to make up."

Ji Mo got up and sent the water bottle to her.

"Get the water."