"What kind of dinner I eat, you're angry, I'm still eating, how careless is this." Mo Leng raised his slightly drooping eyes and glanced at the person not far away, as if he saw a touch of crystal in her eyes.

Liang Jing, why did she cry.

"Angry?" The tears in Liang Jing's eyes were not smoked by steam, but by the thought that the person in front of her had not eaten the noodles she cooked for ten years, he would shed tears.

"Why am I angry if you don't eat?"

Mo Leng smiled faintly and shook his head helplessly: "You, what are you doing?" ”

So he got up and came to Liang Jing's side and looked at the food in the pot.

"What can I do, besides noodles, noodles." Her eyes blinked slightly, as if she were looking at the man beside her with a glow.

Mo Leng moved his side slightly, and almost put his face into the pot, and said with a smile: "That's okay, bring me a bowl." ”

"Okay." Liang Jing was cooking and waiting for Mo Leng to come to eat, and when he came, she was naturally happy, cutting chopped green onions neatly in her hands and fried chili meat sauce.

"It's still the same taste!" Before he picked up the chopsticks, Mo Leng said with emotion, he had been thinking about food for ten years.

Liang Jing also held up a small half bowl for herself, and wanted to accompany that person to eat a very late dinner: "What do you mean, isn't it delicious?" ”

"Why don't you eat it, I'm in Lufu, I just want to eat the chili sauce you made, I've made it many times, and it's not as delicious as what you made." Mo Leng looked at the woman in front of him as if he was in a different world, put the hot sauce in his bowl, and put it in front of him.

"Then don't go back to Lufu, I'll fry you chili sauce every day and cook noodles to eat." After supporting Mo Leng, Liang Jing sat opposite the person in front of him, picking up chopsticks and picking up noodles.

He took a big bite anxiously, then squinted his eyes comfortably, and said with a smile: "Let the actress cook noodles for me every day, the little one really can't afford it, haha." ”

"Cut, don't you just don't want to come back, find some excuses." Liang Jing took a bite of noodles and felt that the noodles she made were not delicious at all, but it was difficult for her to like to eat them.

There is nothing that Mo Leng can't face like him, and in front of Liang Jing, he naturally has something to say: "Wait for the old man to go, and I'll come back." ”

"Thirty years ago, you said that, and now I feel like I'm about to see you again, and he's not tough." The hand that put down the chopsticks picked up the water cup with a slight movement, and after pouring a glass of water for Mo Leng, he gave himself a cup and drank it lightly.

Mo Leng took a bite of noodles and held himself up another bowl of rice, "Hehe." smiled, and said disapprerovingly: "Thirty years, it's just a flick of a finger." ”

"I'm talking nonsense again, why is it just a flick of my fingers, there are 30 years in life, who dares to say that I can live for 30 years?" Liang Jing has received very few plays in recent years, not because she has no drama to play, but because she feels that she is physically exhausted and tired.

"Thirty years is nothing, you look at my teacher. Male, I don't think he'll have a problem living for thirty years. Mo Leng was telling the truth, no one knew Lu Dingnian's body better than him.

"Alright. I don't want to hear you say this, you just remember what you said, and when Master Lu travels west, you will roll back for me. ”

Liang Jing is not. Curse. Curse. Lu Dingnian, she just wants the person she loves to come back.

Even though she couldn't be with him for a long time, she still hoped that she could get up in the morning, see the person she wanted to see, and talk to him.

"Okay, I promise you." Mo Leng habitually listened to Liang Jing's words, nodded shallowly, and continued to eat the noodles in the bowl, but asked himself in his heart.

She..

Why should I listen to her like that?