High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 375
Yang Moyan paused, his expression clearly not slowing down.

As for Lin Zhaoxia, the corners of her lips, which had been laughing happily for a long time, curled up evilly again, and this time she was a little ruffian, "Whatever I want, I will get it."

That frivolous tone, coupled with the smile on her lips, really made those who saw her squint their eyes in displeasure.

At least, it was Yang Moyan who finally came back to his senses, that's what he did.

"Master?"

He bit these two words in a low voice, the ending was elongated, and raised, the already magnetic and pleasant voice was even more low and provocative because of the master's manipulation, but at the same time, the two words were drawn out. Three points unknown danger.

Lin Zhaoxia is not stupid. Hearing his voice, she knew that if she didn't retreat a little bit, she would be in danger.

Anyway, she got the things, and the interest will be returned, which makes her very satisfied!
So Lin Zhaoxia twisted her steps and walked towards her seat, "It's time for dinner, it's really delicious."

But at the same time as these words fell, she did not forget to look back, the corners of her lips curled provocatively, and the tails of her eyes were evil.

But, I didn't eat it, so where did it come from?

This clearly means something!
Yang Moyan just looked at the young man who was provocative at will and had hooked up with others, walking towards his position with his long legs, and after two or three seconds of staring, he suddenly laughed in a low voice.

The laughter was low and muffled, but it could not cover up the magnetic and pleasant voice behind it.

Lin Zhaoxia, who was laughing at the same time, paused in her footsteps.

The back felt inexplicably cold, but Lin Zhaoxia walked back to the seat calmly and as usual.

At the same time as she sat down, Yang Moyan on the other side followed suit and walked towards the table in the middle.

But he didn't go to the boy, but sat directly in his seat, and then got up to clean his hands. While doing this, he didn't forget to remind the boy, "Put the vegetables."

Lin Zhaoxia naturally knew this, she had already got the chopsticks when she was sitting on the chair.

Almost as soon as Yang Moyan's voice came to mind, she added a few pieces of meat and threw it in.

When Yang Moyan's voice fell, she had already put a plate of meat into clear soup and spicy soup in turn.

He nodded and responded, "It's playing."

After a plate of meat was finished, Lin Zhaoxia put down the plate and clapped her hands, then picked up a spoon and dug a small spoonful of spicy seasoning, put it in her own bowl, mixed it a little, then Lin Zhaoxia tapped a little with chopsticks and put it in her mouth side.

The sweet and spicy taste bloomed on the taste buds in an instant, which made Lin Zhaoxia squint his eyes.

Well, the taste is finally perfect.

When it came to Yang Moyan, after cleaning his hands, he turned around and saw the young man sitting there, biting his chopsticks with a contented expression on his face, with a little laziness between his brows and eyes, as if he just wanted to be beautiful after eating and drinking. Like a cat who is particularly easy to be satisfied after sleeping, it has a somewhat indescribable sense of yuppie.

This kind of Lin Zhaoxia made Yang Moyan twitch his lips again and smiled silently.

He then walked over, raised his eyes and glanced at the pot, but this sweep made the corners of his lips twitch involuntarily.

The table is full of dishes, but there are only a few pieces of meat floating in the pot?
What is this guy doing? ?

(End of this chapter)