Mo Junhao did not pursue her again. He felt that he had been acting passionately in front of Han Zhiqing. Damn it, this ungrateful woman did not need or deserve what he did.

She always puts aside their relationship so easily, wasting his dreaming about her for so many years in vain.

What reason does she have for him to do this? There are a lot of women waiting for him to treat him like this, and this woman is not worth it at all!!!

He gritted his teeth in anger and clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves, even making a rattling sound of bones colliding.

Annoyed, he leaned down and picked up the car keys that he had thrown on the coffee table. Without any further delay, he opened the door, slammed it hard, and made a heavy closing sound.

The entire small villa once again fell into the tranquility of the past.

Han Zhiqing sat down in the room, staring out the window blankly, recalling what happened today, everything seemed too dramatic.

No one has entered this villa except herself, and Mo Junhao was the first one.

And he left his own aura here unscrupulously.

Recalling the irresistible and uncontrollable entanglement, her fiery body swayed involuntarily under his body, wanting to accept all his invasions.

That kind of self, now that she thinks about it soberly, even she herself has some doubts. Is the woman lying so wanton under Mo Junhao really herself?

Her heart was throbbing and aching. She stretched out her hand and pressed the aching part of her heart in a daze, her eyelashes trembling slightly in her absence.

It wasn't until the suffocating dullness in the bedroom struck her again that she walked out of the room. Mo Junhao's figure was no longer in the living room. This made her sigh in relief, but at the same time, she felt a sense of uncertainty in her heart.

The feeling of loss that I am willing to face is still coming to my mind.

She stood in the living room in a daze until a sharp whistle from the rice cooker came from the kitchen, which brought her back to her senses. She subconsciously turned her eyes to the kitchen and saw the rice cooker with the red indicator light just popping off the stove, and then she remembered Mo Jun.

The pot of food Hao cooked before leaving.

She paused subconsciously, and after a moment of silence, she lifted her feet and moved towards the kitchen.

She opened the rice cooker that had stopped working. Inside was a pot of porridge full of ingredients. The bursts of fragrance stimulated every cell on the tip of her nose and aroused her long-dormant appetite.

Looking at the pot of porridge that was full of color, flavor and flavor, a flutter flashed through her heart, and her thin lips inadvertently raised slightly.

He leaned down, took out a bowl from the cupboard, took a bowl of porridge out of the pot, took it to the dining table, sat down, and ate slowly alone.

The corners of her mouth moved slightly with a smile that even she hadn't noticed, and her eyes were filled with a lingering lust for the porridge or the person who cooked the porridge.

When she found out that she had finished the whole pot of porridge, even she was dumbfounded.

In the past three years, she has not eaten many real cooked meals, and she has basically settled for instant noodles or bread bought from the supermarket.

Today, she finished the pot of porridge that Mo Junhao cooked for her. Even she felt a little surprised, but deep down in her heart, she still felt a little satisfied and moved.

only……
Chapter completed!