"I treated you as my uncle before, but it's different now." Tan Mo muttered subconsciously.
Wei Zhiqian understood.
The hidden meaning of Tan Mo's words is, I treat you as my uncle, but you want to sleep with me.
Wei Zhiqian: “…”
This is not wrong.
Wei Zhiqian lowered his head and unexpectedly kissed Tan Mo on the lips, "Then adapt well and don't be so nervous all the time."
"Otherwise..." Wei Zhiqian stretched out the last syllable.
Tan Mo subconsciously held his breath, and then he heard Wei Zhiqian say in a low, hoarse voice that seemed to be pressed against his throat, "You're making me want to bully you."
Tan Mo's face suddenly turned red.
Such a beautiful and sexy voice, coupled with such blushing words, really made her unable to resist.
Wei Zhiqian sighed.
He really wanted to hold Tan Mo tightly in his arms and never let go.
I really want to rub her into my flesh and blood.
Wei Zhiqian stood up and left Tan Mo's bedroom first.
Tan Mo quickly went to wash and pack up, and changed his clothes before coming out.
When I came out of the living room, I heard the sizzling sound of oil coming from the kitchen.
There was also the aroma of fried eggs wafting out.
The kitchen is separated into Chinese and Western styles.
The Chinese style is blocked by a door.
The Western style is open and next to the Chinese kitchen.
Tan Mo walked over and saw Wei Zhiqian wearing a neatly ironed light gray shirt.
His muscular body held up the shirt perfectly.
Viewed from the back, as his arms moved, the shape of his shoulder blades and muscles would occasionally show through his shirt.
Full of power.
Wei Zhiqian wears formal attire, and has a particularly restrained sexiness.
It makes people want to get close and rub against each other.
But at this moment, in addition to this outfit, she was also wearing an apron.
The two images of homely and professional appear in him at the same time, which is both contradictory and harmonious.
The words "contradiction" and "harmony" are conflicting in themselves.
But this is the feeling we have with Wei Zhiqian.
Hearing Tan Mo coming, Wei Zhiqian turned around and smiled at Tan Mo, "It will be ready soon, please sit down first."
Since there were only the two of them, Tan Mo didn't go to the restaurant and sat down directly at the bar next to the western-style kitchen.
I plan to eat here with Wei Zhiqian later.
"Uncle, can you cook?" Tan Mo asked in surprise.
She doesn't know yet.
She has known Wei Zhiqian since she was 6 years old, but after all these years, she still didn't know that Wei Zhiqian could cook.
Of course, she herself wouldn't do that either.
Her family dotes on her so much.
How could she learn this?
Xu Mingzhen does know how to do it, but even though she knows how, the number of times she can do it herself is limited.
Not to mention asking Tan Mo to learn.
According to Tan Jinsheng, what is the purpose of learning this?
It's okay to do it for your own entertainment, but if you get married in the future and do it for your husband, then there is no need to do it.
The Tan family treated Tan Mo very well and she had never cooked at home. They didn't intend for her to get married and cook for others.
"No, it's just a simple fried egg, which is still okay." Wei Zhiqian explained with a smile, "If I prepare breakfast, I can only eat something simple."
"The toaster next door will make the toast himself, so I don't have to do anything." Wei Zhiqian said, "I'll just fry an egg, and you can have some of it."
"It's already very good." Tan Mo said, "Breakfast doesn't have to be complicated."
Just at this moment, the toaster popped out the toast.
The toast was toasted to golden brown on both sides, and the heat was just right.
These things are all in the refrigerator.
The aunt Wei Zhiqian calls would add some fresh food to the refrigerator every day.
Because Tan Mo used to come here almost every day to write scripts, he had to eat here every day.
So her aunt would give her fresh food every day.
Tan Mo put the toast on a plate and placed it on the bar.
Wei Zhiqian also served the fried eggs.
I brought salt and pepper and let Tan Mo season it himself.
Wei Zhiqian took two cups of coffee from the coffee machine.
This coffee machine can make coffee of various flavors.
Tan Mo likes caramel macchiato, while Wei Zhiqian likes black coffee.
Tan Mo added two more packets of sugar according to his habit.
Sprinkle some salt and pepper on the fried eggs.
I spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on the toast.
Sweet and sour strawberry jam paired with toast that is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and a sip of coffee.
The bitterness mixed with the sweet and sour taste is just right.
The fried egg was also the sunny-side-up egg that Tan Mo liked to eat. The yolk in the middle was runny and golden, just like the sun.
The breakfast was simple, but it made Tan Mo feel warm and full.
After eating, Wei Zhiqian put all the cups and plates into the dishwasher.
Just wait for auntie to come and clean up.
Tan Mo picked up his bag and computer and went to the entrance to put on his shoes.
Wei Zhiqian had already put on his clothes.
Waiting for Tan Mo on the side.
Tan Mo tied his shoelaces and just stood up when he suddenly bumped into Wei Zhiqian's arms.
She looked up subconsciously.
Wei Zhiqian's hands were already on Tan Mo's waist.
Suddenly he grabbed her waist and lifted her up.
"Uncle!" Tan Mo exclaimed, and was already being lifted up by Wei Zhiqian and pressed against the door.
Tan Mo still had a bag on his shoulder and was holding a laptop in his hands, so he couldn't free up any space.
The whole person was held in Wei Zhiqian's arms and could not move at all.
"Uncle..." Tan Mo called nervously.
Wei Zhiqian held her legs, allowing Tan Mo to wrap her arms around him steadily and comfortably.
A kiss fell fiercely.
The bitter taste of Wei Zhiqian's black coffee without milk or sugar filled Tan Mo's mouth.
This bitterness is surprisingly manly, just like Wei Zhiqian himself.
Tan Mo held the notebook helplessly in his hands and couldn't grab Wei Zhiqian.
After a long while, when Tan Mo was out of breath, Wei Zhiqian finally let her go.
But the lips with the bitter scent of coffee were still gently pressed against hers.
Then I heard Wei Zhiqian say, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I just wanted to squeeze Momo into my arms."
He still had his lips against hers, and every opening and closing of his lips rubbed against hers as he spoke.
Tan Mo completely softened, her little face weakly buried in the crook of Wei Zhiqian's neck, and she hummed delicately, "Uncle..."
This sound almost sent Wei Zhiqian away.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Can you take a day off today?"
Tan Mo: “…”
Tan Mo quickly shook his head.
Doesn’t Wei Zhiqian work anymore?
Wei Zhiqian sighed helplessly, tilted his head, accurately found the tip of her ear, and kissed it a few more times.
"Okay." He said helplessly, "Then I'll pick you up after class this afternoon."
"Yeah." Tan Mo responded in a small and sweet voice.
"I really don't want to let go of Momo." Wei Zhiqian was reluctant.
Tan Mo: “…”
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