You are the bright star in my eyes

Chapter 371 The pursuit of excitement
In the next moment, Fang Chi's guess was proved to be correct.

But even if Fang Chi was killed, he never thought that Mu Qinghuan would actually want to buy this.

I saw Mu Qinghuan brought Gu Huaiyuan to the counter selling spicy noodles, choosing with great interest.

Seeing Mu Qinghuan like this, Fang Chi was really helpless. He really wanted to ask Mu Qinghuan what he was thinking now, did she know the identity of the man beside her, and that he actually brought such a man with him? It's really hard to bear to look at the spicy strips for a few dollars.

With an identity like Gu Huaiyuan, of course he doesn't know what spicy sticks are, but he knows that these things are cheap when he looks at these packaging bags. Maybe it was by Mu Qinghuan's side.

As for Fang Chi, he also felt that Mu Qinghuan didn't really want to eat these things, but was just looking for excitement, which was indeed very exciting.

Bringing members of Congress to buy spicy noodles, Fang Chi is really like deducting 666 (Author: Wrong, my family Qinghuan bought spicy noodles with the future president)
Gu Huaiyuan casually took something from the shelf, and frowned subconsciously when he saw the words written on the package. Even though he didn't know what spicy strips were, he had studied chemistry and knew that these elements were not What health: "Do you really like to eat these things?" So Gu Huaiyuan asked cautiously,
That's right, apart from wanting to eat, Mu Qinghuan is more interested in excitement, so when she heard what Gu Huaiyuan said, she nodded obediently: "That's right, didn't you promise me to buy it for me?" Do you want to go back on your word?"

Gu Huaiyuan looked at the label with a few dollars written on it, and wondered whether he should cultivate the consumption concept of a little woman like himself in the future, but since Mu Qinghuan said so, he naturally couldn't sing against Mu Qinghuan: "No, I just casually Just a question."

But Mu Qinghuan didn't go too far, she just bought a few packs.

Anyway, Gu Huaiyuan can't stay by his side all the time, so why bother with him here now.

When they left the snack shelf, Gu Huaiyuan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He was not reluctant to part with the money, but worried that these things would not be good for Mu Qinghuan's health.

Next, Gu Huaiyuan took the initiative.

"This lobster is good, I'll cook it for you when I go back"

"This fish is not bad, just enough to make fish soup for you."

"Let's buy some cauliflower. I remember you ate a few more bites when you ate cauliflower the other day."

Fang Chi really didn't want to stay here any longer. He now felt that his worldview was collapsing, and it was like an earthquake. Where did Gu Xiansen, who is usually mature and introverted, go.

But Fang Chi also understood that Gu Huaiyuan's appearance proved that he really took this woman named Mu Qinghuan to heart, because a man like Gu Huaiyuan only bowed his body for the people he cared about, and Fang Chi Chi had to admit that ever since Mu Qinghuan appeared, Gu Huaiyuan's body was really full of fireworks.

Listening to Gu Huaiyuan's rambling words, Mu Qinghuan really couldn't stand it: "Excuse me, Mr. Gu, how many dishes do you know how to cook?"

"I don't know many dishes, but I guarantee Madam you like to eat, I will definitely." Gu Huaiyuan hugged Mu Qinghuan in his arms.

But Mu Qinghuan didn't stay in Gu Huaiyuan's arms obediently this time, but struggled out of his arms: "It's not that it's an agreement, I will do everything in the kitchen, so what you say doesn't count. "Mu Qinghuan knew that Gu Huaiyuan felt sorry for her, but she also knew that Gu Huaiyuan was very busy with work. Since she was his wife, she had to do well what a wife should do.

　I think you should like this kind of abusive male protagonist...

　　Okay, let’s get down to business, the editor-in-chief informed me that it will be on the shelves next Friday, and it will cost [-] yuan on the day of the launch. I know some people say that there is no money, but I have a thousand words for a chapter, a chapter for five book coins, and a hundred book coins for one yuan. I think it should be acceptable.

　　If anyone still has opinions, I suggest you to write a million-dollar book for us to read for free, for the benefit of all of us, and hope that everyone can accompany me to go on, and accompany me to become a fifth-level author of Yunqi!
　　
　
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