The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 235 The Bad Husband
The more Tang Xinyan thought about it, the hotter her face became.

She could think of a man when ordering food, she really convinced herself.

Seeing the gradual blush on Tang Xinyan's fair face, Mo Chiwei narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

You can roughly guess what she remembered.

This woman-

Taking the menu from her hand, he scanned it very quickly.

"We want the three dishes you mentioned." After a pause, she reported three more dishes that she usually likes to eat.

The waiter took the menu and looked at Mo Chiwei with a complicated expression.

This man is tall and handsome, but he really needs three strong and Yang dishes, it can't be true, can he?
She cautiously cast another sympathetic look at Tang Xinyan.

The corners of Tang Xinyan's mouth twitched, seeing the playful smile on the man's lips, thinking that he would eat those three dishes later, and if he couldn't hold back his body in the fire at night, he would definitely have her surgery——

He hurriedly said to the waiter who was about to leave, "Don't stir-fry shrimp and bullwhip with leeks, just a mutton soup."

Mo Chiwei raised his eyebrows, and looked at Tang Xinyan with a half-smile, "Are you sure?"

Tang Xinyan's heart skipped a beat when he saw his gloomy eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sure you don't need it."

Mo Chiwei's eyes became darker and deeper, like a starless midnight, so dark that no light could penetrate, he glanced at the waiter, "My wife said no need, she knows my physical condition best."

These words are very suggestive!

Tang Xinyan was so embarrassed that she died.

This man's 'revenge' is too strong, she just laughed at him earlier, and he--

How could she know his physical condition best?
In front of the waiter, he is really not ashamed!
Tang Xinyan covered her small face with her hands, and for a while, she didn't dare to look at the waiter's expression.

After the waiter left, Mo Chiwei ironed the bowls, chopsticks and teacups for Tang Xinyan, poured tea for her, and said in a low voice with a little smile, "Mrs. Mo, do you want to see if your husband is okay when you go back tonight?"

Tang Xinyan opened two slits with her fingers covering her small face. She looked at the calm man opposite and said in embarrassment, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, it was the dish recommended by the waiter!"

"So, you don't think your husband needs food to strengthen Yang, do you?"

"Yeah! You're fine again!"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his eyes, "How do you know it's okay?"

"That time I didn't use my hands..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly found herself surrounded by a man. She blushed and gave him a nasty look, "I'm eating, let's not talk about that."

Not daring to look at him again, he picked up the teacup and sipped the tea in small sips.

The dishes were served quickly.

At the dining table, he was a gentleman and considerate. He packed rice for her, picked up vegetables with serving chopsticks, and poured tea for her.

After eating half a bowl of rice, she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at the man opposite.

When he eats, he is slow and unhurried, giving people a sense of dignity sitting in a western restaurant and eating steak.

His hand holding the chopsticks is long and thin, like a jade bamboo, with well-defined joints, and his nails are not as long as some boys'. His hands are neatly trimmed without a trace of dirt.

In fact, from many details, it can be seen that he is a man with taste and self-cultivation.

He is obviously only 28, not even 30 years old, but he is much calmer and colder than his age.

Sensing her scrutiny, he lifted his thick and dark eyelashes that many women envy, "Mrs. Mo, if you stare at me like this, I will think you want to eat me."

(End of this chapter)