But seeing him forgetting for so long but not figuring it out, his heart became heavier and heavier, and even the dishes she loved to eat in front of him suddenly lost their taste.

"Zhiqing, you seem unhappy?"

Mo Junhao didn't know when he came to her. His cunning blue eyes were a little evil, looking at him, with a little playfulness flashing in his eyes.

When Han Zhiqing heard what he said, the chopsticks held in her hand subconsciously shook twice, and almost fell to the ground because she didn't hold them firmly.

His eyes flashed with a little unnatural guilt, suppressing the smell of eating in his heart, and he spoke:

"What's so unhappy about me? You, Master Mo, are you, not me, who cooks for them. I'm also very happy that I'm so honored to have the meal made by Master Mo himself."

A strong sour smell in her angered tone bloomed, and it burst out from her words. Mo Junhao's heart was like a flower blooming, and there was an unconcealed excitement in his eyes.

He smiled evilly and approached her a little more and said, "Zhiqing, do you smell anything?"

"smell?"

She was stunned, and her eyes were raised in a daze, "What does it smell?"

"Well... it's just a smell of acetic acid, a very strong and sour taste."

He sat next to her, put his long arms over her shoulders, and the playfulness in his eyes became stronger.

"Acetic acid?"

The confusion in Han Zhiqing's eyes became even more intense, and she also forgot about the unhappiness in her heart just now. She glanced around her eyes and said:

"No."

"No, yes, you smell it carefully."

He leaned his face closer to her and continued, "Especially, the closer you get, the heavier that sour smell will be."

He reached out to hold her face, and the smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

At the moment she was stunned, she quickly kissed her.

Han Zhiqing also heard something vaguely in his words, and finally, she suddenly reacted.

The faint eyes flashed with these guilty brilliances in her originally confused eyes. She reached out and pushed him away from her side. Her guilty gaze avoided Mo Junhao's scrutiny of the blue eyes, which she looked elsewhere.

"Didn't you just turn around and say I'm jealous?"

"Then you honestly explain, are you jealous?"

But at this time, Mo Junhao pressed step by step, and her body pushed away was half close to Han Zhiqing.

He reached out and wrapped her tightly in his arms, making her unable to hide even if she wanted to.

"Don't escape from me anymore. Honestly, are you jealous?"

His tone became much more serious, and he reached out to hold her avoiding cheeks, locked her eyes tightly, and said seriously.

Han Zhiqing's heart felt as if he was stabbed by something because of his words, and suddenly it hurt.

The eyes that were imprisoned by him could not hide at all. She slowly raised her eyes and looked at him. After a moment, she heard a faint sigh from her mouth:

"Mo Junhao, can I... be jealous?"

When the thick eyelashes asked this question, they flashed a few lightly.

It turned out that when she really faced this problem, her heart still felt so thrusting.

I thought that her feelings for Mo Junhao were just about mutual affection, and I didn’t care whether he had other women.

I don’t care whether I have the right to be jealous, so I just spend it with him every day.

Now I realize that it is not.

She still cared about it, caring whether she didn't even have the qualification to be jealous.

Before Mo Junhao could speak, she looked at him, and took away the melancholy in her eyes and continued:

"I don't know...I don't know if I can be jealous, but I feel very uncomfortable."

She looked at him and honestly told her feelings, the feeling that she could not breathe.

When Mo Junhao heard her say this, he looked at her with a confused and helpless look at him, can she be jealous?

A question was asked blankly from her mouth, but it easily hurt his heart.

Did she have no confidence in him or herself?

What is the reason for the inferiority complex that was inadvertently revealed in her eyes just now?

"Silly, of course you can be jealous. You are the only woman I, Mo Junhao, want, and the only person who has the right to be jealous. I feel uncomfortable, so tell me, tell me, tell me, you are jealous, tell me, you are unhappy, tell me, tell me, you are unhappy, tell me, tell me, tell me, you are unhappy, tell me, tell me,

Me, you don't like me and I have something to do with other girls."

He asked her trembling eyelashes with heartache and continued:

"Now I tell you, the only girl who has eaten the meal I made with my own hands is only a woman named Han Zhiqing. Apart from her, I will not make it for anyone to eat. In my life, I will only make one for her.

People cook."

He spoke so seriously and affectionately, but he heard Han Zhiqing becoming more and more helpless.

This kind of helplessness comes from, but she was so helpless that she didn't know what to respond.

"Mo Junhao, you...you won't lie to me, right?"

"certainly."

Mo Junhao hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead lightly, and then walked to her and paused.

Holding her hands tightly, her blue eyes looked at her seriously and firmly, and said:

"Mo Junhao only loves Han Zhiqing in his life and will never lie to her."

Han Zhiqing looked at the seriousness and determination projected in his eyes, her eyes flashed with emotion, and she smiled at him.

"Mo Junhao, this is what you said. If you deceive me, you will know the consequences."

She deliberately made a warning and looked at Mo Junhao with a slightly narrowed look on her eyes.

"Yes, no one I lie to Director Han."

He spoke with a flattering look on Han Zhiqing, and his hands moved restlessly on her again.

But seeing Han Zhiqing reach out and take away his unrestrained hand on her shoulder, she said:

"You said you wouldn't touch me. You promised me that I wouldn't lie to me. Now you start to regret it?"

She looked at him, her eyes raised her eyebrows with a little smug look.

Mo Junhao was stunned by her words, and looked at the flashing of success in her eyes, and his heart deliberately sank.

"Okay, are you deliberately trying to mess with me just now?"

His face darkened a little, he reached out to press her on the table, leaned over and pressed towards her.

"Whoever is messing with you is saying that you won't lie to me."

Han Zhiqing ignored his deliberately calm face and made a meditative look:

"I think about it, no one dares to deceive Director Han if anyone said it just now."

She smiled proudly and hooked Mo Junhao's neck, and her thin lips bent:

"If I remember correctly, I'm that Director Han."

A smug light flashed in his black eyes, and a bit of childishness was revealed in his playfulness. Mo Junhao couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart.

"Yes, I said so, I will never deceive Director Han."

Suddenly, the blue eyes full of calculating were stained with a layer of cunning at this time.

He bent down and approached Han Zhiqing a little, and said:

"I remembered it too. I seemed to tell Director Han that I would try not to touch you, just 'try to do as much as possible'."

He deliberately emphasized the word "try as much as possible" and the fun in his eyes became more profound.

"It doesn't mean it's absolute. If I absolutely don't touch you, wouldn't that be lying to you? I promise not to lie to you."

The blue eyes flashed with the brilliant colors of success, and the lips were pressing towards her.

"Mo Junhao, can you be more shameless?"

"Of course, how shameless Director Han wants me to be, I will work harder, and it's even more shameless..."

"You...well..."

Her lips were once again plundered by Mo Junhao. She even suspected that she had fallen into the wolf's den this time by this malicious hungry wolf.

Mo Junhao didn't let her eat safely in this meal, and he always touched her at any time.

"Mo Junhao!"

Han Zhiqing was so angry that she hit the chopsticks heavily on the table, staring at his handsome face that pretended to be innocent, and said:

"Since you are so idle, I will not be with you now."

After saying that, he stood up from the dining chair and said, "Come and come to me after washing it."

After saying this, the person had left the restaurant.

At this moment, Mo Junhao's extremely innocent and slightly pitiful voice came from behind him:

"Is there any reward for washing the dishes?"

"Reward you for a good rest."

Save so much effort to touch her.

Han Zhiqing thought to herself, but a little smile appeared in her eyes.

Ignoring Mo Junhao, she opened the front door alone and walked out.

There is another color in the yard after the rain.
To be continued...