Flash marriage into love: Mysterious husband is too black

Chapter 12 Su Ziyue, you want to sleep in vain without taking responsibility?

Qin Muchen put down the things in his hands, sat upright, and looked at her with deep eyes like whirlpools, with incomparable concentration: "Su Ziyue, how old are you this year?"

Being stared at so seriously by him, Su Ziyue subdued unconsciously and stood up straight: "22."

A look of satisfaction flashed across Qin Muchen's eyes, and the voice like flowing water was extremely pleasant, but he could still hear the seriousness in it: "As an adult, you have to be responsible for every action you do, Su Ziyue, if you don't take responsibility, you still want to sleep in vain ?”

"You, what did you say?" Su Ziyue was startled by his straightforward words.

However, Qin Muchen was no longer ready to talk to her, so he got up and left the bedroom.

……

Su Ziyue finished hanging up her clothes and came out of the bedroom.

He walked lightly to the kitchen door.

Just when she thought she didn't disturb the man in the kitchen, Qin Muchen suddenly turned her head to look at Su Ziyue, and said seriously, "I'm not very good at cooking Chinese food, I eat Western food for dinner."

Does this man have eyes behind his back?
"It's all right." Su Ziyue nodded like a pounding garlic. People who can't cook don't have the right to be picky eaters!

Qin Mushen nodded in satisfaction.

Su Ziyue stood by the door and poked her head to look inside.

After only getting along for a day, she felt that Qin Muchen was very strange.

When she hung up the clothes, she paid special attention to them. Although the labels had been removed, she could still tell the brands of those clothes. The ones he bought together cost more than [-] yuan.

She thought he had no money, but it was not stingy to do so.

Although he is not a son of a rich family, he looks like a man of nobility, with a strong aura, and he doesn't look like someone who can cook at all.

His movements are also very skilled, and he must be cooking from time to time.

None of the rich kids she knew knew how to cook.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that Qin Muchen might be a white collar or something.

Qin Muchen's cooking skills are very good, Su Ziyue has a soft mouth, and after eating, he rushes to put all the dishes into the kitchen, expressing that he wants to wash the dishes.

Qin Muchen heard the sound of "Ding Ding Bang Bang" in the kitchen, frowned, and walked to the door of the kitchen: "Can you do it?"

Su Ziyue turned to look at him with a smirk when she heard the words: "Do you think you are the only one who can do it? Isn't it just washing dishes!"

After saying this, Su Ziyue felt a little guilty. Although she didn't have a smooth life in the Su family, she didn't need to wash the dishes and cook. She didn't learn how to cook in the past few years because she was too busy studying.

Qin Mu's beautiful brows slightly relaxed, and he nodded seriously: "Well, thank you, Miss Su, for your approval."

Then, turn around and stride away.

Agree?What did she agree with him?

After Su Ziyue washed the dishes, she carefully cleaned up the kitchen.

She was too embarrassed to bring up the matter of divorce again when he interrupted her like that. She is not as shameless as he is.

Sleep in vain?Who suffers!

That night, something that shouldn't have happened happened between her and Qin Muchen, two unconscious people.

But now both of them are sober, and they received their certificates again today, which is justified.

Why don't she sleep in the living room? Su Ziyue glanced at the sofa, feeling reluctant, and walked to the door of the bedroom on tiptoe like a thief.

With a light push, the door opened.

There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the room. Under the dim yellow light, Qin Muchen was wearing a loose bathrobe and sitting on the single sofa talking on the phone. Because the light shrouded him, his whole body was softer. The halo, the cold breath on his body has slowed down.

Seeing her standing at the door, Qin Muchen stood up, clutching the phone and walked up to her. There was no emotion on his face, and he was not at all as anxious as Su Ziyue was at this time.

His voice was still clear and pleasant: "I'm going to answer the phone, you go to bed after you take a shower."

(End of this chapter)