Chapter 909 This Is What I Have Eaten

Chapter 909 This is what I have eaten...

After a while, Mu Qingmo received a message from Gu Jingchen.

[Got it, brother. ]

Seeing this message from Gu Jingchen, Mu Qingmo was relieved.

Knowing that Gu Jingchen was a man who was measured in his actions, Mu Qingmo was willing to trust him.

No longer worried about his sister's affairs, Mu Qingmo strode to the opposite street.

Lin Yiran waved his hand and looked at him with a smile: "I put vinegar and sesame oil for you."

"Thank you."

Whispering softly, Mu Qingmo threw his mobile phone on the table and stirred the wontons in the bowl.

Lowering his head to eat, Lin Yiran hesitated for a moment and stared at Mu Qingmo's profile, and said slowly: "Is there something urgent?"

Slightly stunned, Mu Qingmo realized what Lin Yiran was talking about.

"Nothing."

Mu Qingmo said lazily: "Nan Sheng is just dishonest and irritated my brother-in-law."

"Ah?"

Lin Yiran was shocked, "What happened? I saw Nan Sheng smiling when I got off work, how could this happen again?"

"Don't worry about it."

Mu Qingmo said slowly: "The couple will be fine in a while. You know Nan Sheng is a little bit stupid and prone to doing stupid things."

With a slight sigh, Lin Yiran ate the wontons slowly and said nothing more.

The atmosphere gradually became a little quiet, and the dim light was stained, and the backs of the two people were leaning against each other like lovers.

The old lady who was cooking wontons saw this scene, and a smile appeared on her face full of vicissitudes of life.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere was surprisingly comfortable and relaxing.

Halfway through the meal, Lin Yiran put down the spoon and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Mu Qingmo put down the spoon and looked at her in confusion: "Why don't you eat anymore?"

"I... I'm full."

Noticing that something was wrong with Lin Yiran's words, Mu Qingmo narrowed his eyes.

"Let me guess, you're not losing weight, are you?"

Lin Yiran's face was embarrassed, and she avoided Mu Qingmo's gaze uncomfortably: "How... how did you know?"

Mu Qingmo chuckled: "I guessed it right."

"Eat a little more, you're not fat."

Lin Yiran pushed the bowl and whispered: "I really can't eat anymore."

There was no need to hide it, so Lin Yiran simply confessed.

"Nan Sheng asked me to be her fashion model. The design competition is coming soon. I have to control my diet."

Mu Qingmo was a little surprised: "Fashion model? Did she trick you?"

Lin Yiran blinked and smiled helplessly: "No, I volunteered."

"This competition is of great significance to Nan Sheng's career. I also want to do something for her."

Without saying anything else, Mu Qingmo nodded: "Okay, I know."

"I'll help you."

As he said that, Mu Qingmo was about to pour Lin Yiran's wontons into his own bowl.

Lin Yiran was shocked and quickly held his hand.

"Brother Qingmo, this is something I've eaten."

"I know."

Mu Qingmo said lazily: "Grandma doesn't like to waste."

"But this is something I've eaten..."

Lin Yiran was a little anxious, staring at him, stuttering.

"Nothing."

Mu Qingmo chuckled: "I don't care."

Having said this, Lin Yiran couldn't say anything. He could only watch Mu Qingmo eat the wontons he left.

Such a relationship... made Lin Yiran a little absent-minded.

Only close friends would make such a move!

Perhaps because he felt a little embarrassed, Lin Yiran lowered his head and stared at the corner of the table, trying to divert his attention.

After eating the last wonton, Mu Qingmo wiped the corner of his mouth and looked up at Lin Yiran.

Lin Yiran still looked shy and tangled, which made Mu Qingmo laugh.

After knocking on the corner of the table, Lin Yiran came back to his senses, and his confused eyes met Mu Qingmo's smiling eyes.

"What...what's wrong?"