The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 770 The Craftsmanship of Murong's Love!

The burning smell in his nostrils made Wang Yue quicken his pace, and hurried into the white-style, elegantly decorated hall, but such a grand and spotless hall was filled with an incompatible burning smell.

Wang Yue wanted to shout a few words, but he didn't know what to shout. It was impolite to call Murong Qingqing, and it seemed awkward to call Murong Qingqing, and it was not appropriate to call Qingqing because he was younger than her.

In the end, it was Murong Qingqing's sudden appearance that made Wang Yue come over from the state of struggling with what name to call.

Wang Yue looked at the steps coming, and the graceful Murong fell in love with her steps. She changed from the fashionable and sexy dress to a comfortable white home attire.

Murong Qingqing is a natural clothes hanger, which allows her to control any type of clothes, and her ever-changing temperament allows her to wear any clothes with extra charm.

Enchanting and glamorous in the morning, now gentle as water, Murong Qingqing can always refresh the worldview of the eyeballs.

Wang Yue furrowed his brows and nose, and as Murong Qingqing walked in, the burning smell became stronger and stronger. He didn't know the burning smell until he caught a glimpse of the black plate in Murong Qingqing's hand. source.

Murong put the plate of dark food that was unknown on the white dining table with affection, and said to Wang Yue with a girlish complacency: "Try it!"

Wang Yue nodded stiffly, approaching the black plate, the burnt smell was a bit pungent, the chopsticks held by his fingers were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't put them down for a long time.

"Try it!" Murong, who was wearing a floral apron and looked like a virtuous young woman, said to Wang Yue affectionately.

Murong recalled affectionately that when Wang Yue was a guest at Han Jinhe's house last time, Han Jinhe personally cooked for Wang Yue, and on a whim, she cooked sweet and sour pork ribs.

Wang Yue twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, he had been staring at the dark food in front of him for five minutes, but she didn't recognize what it was, the dark appearance, the pungent burnt smell, eating This thing won't kill people, right?

Looking at the sparkling starlight in Murong Qingqing's beautiful eyes, Wang Yue couldn't resist her thoughts, so he put a chopstick into his mouth, chewing tentatively.

Murong Qingqing dragged her delicate and playful hands with her two beautiful hands, and asked expectantly: "How is it?"

Wang Yue frowned, and swallowed it whole with force, resisting the strange taste in his mouth, and said in an embarrassing way: "Not bad, not bad."

Murong Qingqing seemed to be greatly encouraged, and immediately asked: "How is Han Jinhe doing?"

Because Murong recalled affectionately that when Wang Yue visited Han Jinhe's house last time, Han Jinhe personally cooked for Wang Yue. On a whim, she cooked sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ever since she was a child, she has always been compared with Han Jinhe in everything. Naturally, she also competes in cooking skills. Wang Yue, who has eaten the food of the two, is the best evaluator.

Wang Yue had the urge to cry. Isn't this bullying? There is no comparison at all, okay?

In terms of looks, Han Jinhe and Murong Qingqing each have their own advantages and disadvantages. They are both one-in-a-million beauties, and it is hard to tell them apart.

In terms of cooking skills, it is a great comforting word to say that Han Jinhe has dumped Murong Qingqing thousands of miles away.

"Bad, almost, all good."

Wang Yue always didn't like to praise Han Jinhe in front of Murong's adoring face, and didn't wait to say that the food he cooked was too far behind.

Murong Qing, who has ever-changing personality, thought she was a little girl who was acting like a baby with her boyfriend at this moment, and said sweetly: "I thought it was a poor job. If that's the case, don't waste it, don't leave anything behind."

Wang Yue's pupils were so round that they couldn't be more round. He would risk his life if he ate a piece, but he would die if he ate a plate.

When Wang Yue clenched his teeth and lowered his chopsticks, Murong smiled affectionately, and the momentary amorous feelings made him intoxicated for a long time.

Murong Qingqing dragged her fragrant cheeks with her beautiful hands, squinted at Wang Yue, and said, "I finally understand why a man's sweet talk is a deadly poison to a woman. Although I know it's a lie, it's really comfortable to listen to. Remember Next time, continue coaxing me like this."

Wang Yue handed Murong Qingqing a big hygienic eye. The devil, the absolute devil, let him eat it even though she knew it was not good, but she still pretended to be very innocent and naive, which is unbearable Debunking the truth about bad food.

Murong Qingqing asked softly: "How did you guess that my family lives here?"

Seeing Murong Qingqing acting like a curious baby again, Wang Yue couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said immediately: "The English-style tie, the checkered keychain, and the blue label on the back collar of the shirt, all three in one, the streets of England. "

Murong asked curiously: "These three seem to be unrelated?"

"The smile on your face when you touched your tie and the blue tab on the back of your shirt with your fingers and when you tossed me the keys was like no other smile."

For this enchanting woman who knew the answer but insisted on getting it from him, Wang Yue was really helpless, so he could only let her do it and tell her all the guessing process.

Murong Qingqing looked like breaking the casserole to ask the bottom line, and then asked: "Then how do you know that my home is in the east of the city?"

Wang Yue took a sip of water, diluting the strange taste in his mouth, and said: "You stood in a different position when you threw the key to me than when I left. You stood in the southeast of me, with the east in front and the south behind. The first, abandon the latter, Chengdong District.

"It's awesome, I'll reward you." Murong Qingqing stuffed something into Wang Yue's mouth without any explanation.

When Wang Yue chewed subconsciously, his face was dark at the time, because Murong Qingqing stuffed him another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that was completely mushy, what kind of reward is this, it is the cruelest punishment.

Wang Yue spit it out quickly, and took a sip of water. He was never picky about food from a poor family, but he couldn't swallow the food Murong Qingqing made.

Murong Qingqing's cold and glamorous appearance is inversely proportional to her cooking skills.

Murong looked at Wang Yue's act of drinking water and rinsing his mouth with affection, and couldn't help saying angrily: "It's really shameless, all subsequent rewards will be cancelled."

If the follow-up rewards are all this dark food, Wang Yue would like Murong Qingqing to cancel them all.

Murong Qingqing played with a strand of hair with her Qianqian jade fingers, sometimes circling her fingers, sometimes stroking them lightly, and asked softly, "How do you solve Jiang Zhishui's problem?"

Hearing that Murong Qingqing finally got to the point, Wang Yue's face was a little serious, and he said solemnly and firmly: "It's either I die, or he dies, and I will die forever!"

(End of this chapter)