Yu Se feels guilty.

She bit her lip and wanted to pretend to be wronged, but she didn't dare. She looked down at her knees and whispered, "No."

Mo Jingyao continued to treat Yu Se's small wounds, and whispered while doing so: "Xiao Se, if you have something on your mind, can you tell me?"

His voice was low and magnetic, as if it was full of bewilderment. Yu Se couldn't help but say, "Yes..." Then she suddenly woke up. She couldn't tell him what was on her mind, "I don't have anything on my mind, it's nothing."

Mo Jingyao raised his head suddenly, and gently lifted Yu Se's chin with his long fingers. His eyes reflected Yu Se's little face, "Xiao Se, tell the truth."

"The truth, what I say is the most truthful thing. It is truer than gold."

Mo Jingyao shook his head helplessly and helped her lean against the back of the sofa, "You can watch some TV or check your phone, and you'll be ready to eat soon."

After saying that, the tall figure stood up, turned around and went to the kitchen, "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen again."

This was said with a bit of gritted teeth.

He really can't do anything about Yuse.

In fact, he could have asked Aunt Zhang to cook, but he didn't know what was going on. She had obviously asked Aunt Zhang to come and take care of Yu Se, but she just didn't like having another person in the space when the two of them were getting along.

So, I often want to cook it myself.

Yu Se probably had the same idea, so she insisted on cooking it herself tonight.

He really wanted to eat the food she cooked, but he didn't like her getting hurt because of cooking.

The little woman's thoughts were written on her face, but the specific thoughts were not written on her face. He really wanted to get into her mind and see clearly.

But I can't get in.

So, it was originally Yu Se who wanted to cook, but in the end it turned into Mo Jingyao cooking.

Yu Se sat blankly on the sofa and looked at the mosaic glass in the kitchen. The man's figure was looming. After being busy for a while, the aroma of food came from the kitchen.

Mo Jingyao's cooking skills are not as good as those of a chef. It looks good, smells good, and tastes delicious. The perfect combination of color, flavor and taste can be described as Mo Jingyao's cooking skills.

Every time he ate the food he cooked, Yu Se couldn't help but lament that the Creator was so partial.

Giving Mo Jingyao such a good-looking body is already very partial, and also gave him a super high IQ. The man who crushes others in both appearance and IQ is her man. How lucky she is.

She only cut her hand, but the food was ready and Mo Jingyao didn't allow her to serve it.

Don't let her go even when walking.

I wish I could offer her up as an offering, but I won't be allowed to do this or that.

Yu Se felt like she was about to faint from suffocation.

Finally, Mo Jingyao also cleaned up the kitchen.

Although he could call Mrs. Zhang who was next door, he insisted on doing it himself.

Yu Se even thought about giving Mrs. Zhang a holiday, but Mo Jingyao didn't.

That is to say, Mrs. Zhang is on call at any time.

This was a necessary arrangement for her as a pregnant woman, and she had no choice but to accept it.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Yu Se is watching a TV show in the living room. She likes more festive movies and TV series recently, so she wants to have more positive energy and less negative energy in her life.

Mo Jingyao watched her for a while and found Yu Se yawning, so he leaned over and carried her into the bedroom, "I'll wash it for you."

"I...I'll put on gloves and wash it myself. I can do it, I can do it." Yu Se refused quickly. Her wound was really very small. Even if it touched water directly, it would not be a serious problem. What's more, it was

You can wear gloves.

Therefore, Mo Jingyao was a bit exaggerated.
Chapter completed!