My Third Gentleman

Chapter 907 Take a wedding dress to travel (4)

She squeezed her cheek, and put down her chopsticks a little annoyed, "Mu Jinchen, will I gain weight after eating so much, and then it won’t look good if I take this group of wedding photos. Right."

Mu Jinchen also stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheek, and then put a piece of sashimi into her bowl, "It doesn't matter if you eat more, you are thin now, and you can't see it as long as five to ten pounds."

After Wushuang heard the words, she contentedly picked up the sashimi, dipped some mustard and soy sauce into her mouth, the texture melted in the mouth, and the delicious taste made her eyes narrow.

Then, she sandwiched another slice, also dipped in mustard and soy sauce, took a small dish, and handed it to Mu Jinchen, "You also have one, it's really delicious."

Mu Jinchen's taste is light, and he almost doesn't eat raw food. He can't accept the smooth and soft taste, but he can't bear the light in the black and bright eyes of the little woman. She ate her scalp with her hands.

The scent of mustard quickly encroached on the throat and nasal cavity from the tip of the tongue, making Mu Jinchen's tears swirl in his eyes.

Wushuang didn't expect that he would be so exaggerated. First, he was taken aback, and even after he burst into laughter, Mu Jinchen's appearance of pear blossoms with rain looked a little pitiful.

She took a tissue and wiped the corner of his eye, "Why do you become a little pitiful with some mustard? Isn't it delicious?"

Rao was Mu Jinchen's face. After hearing such words, his ears couldn't help but feel a little hot. He was very sensitive to the smell of mustard. He was bewildered by Wushuang's little eyes to forget about it. After eating, he realized that he regretted it.

He took the tissue in her hand and wiped it by herself, and whispered in her ear, "It's not as delicious as your tongue."

With just such a word, Mr. Mu managed to regain a city, the little woman's face was flushed instantly, and she glared at the nonsense man, "Mu Jinchen!"

It's just that the delicate appearance is not convincing at all, and with this soft tone, it sounds a bit coquettish.

This little woman is not an unmanned girl, but she always blushes so easily.

The man was in a very good mood, took a sip of the sour orange water, suppressed the taste of sashimi, bends the corners of his lips with a good temper, "Okay, let's not talk about it, you can eat it."

He said that he put a piece of sashimi in her small plate, but since Mu Jinchen finished speaking, it was not as delicious as her tongue, and Wushuang always felt that the taste was a bit like his tongue.

I won't eat it now.

The long table in the castle is not good at this point. Obviously they are eating on the same table, but the two pairs are like eating on a table. They barely communicate. They have to raise their necks to talk to the person across the table. It's really not as good as Hua Guo Turntable round table.

"Ranran, our first set of wedding dresses will be taken directly in the castle, okay? Isn't one of our court clothes, it's just right."

Su Ran apparently found that the length of the dining table was very problematic, so he simply moved his small chair to sit next to Wushuang, and kept complaining, "Shuangshuang, do you think the person who designed this table has a problem? It’s better not to eat together. What kind of table is this for eating together?"

On this point, Wushuang felt the same way, she had just finished defamation.

(End of this chapter)