CEO Loves Wife Everyday

Mu Shuishan remembered that she had never eaten the dinner Zhan Beirong had made for her for such a long time with Zhan Beirong.

"I'll wait for you, eh... Do you want me to help you?" Mu Metasequoia suddenly strong, rubbed a direct stand up from the sofa.

See Mu Metasequoia so excited appearance, Zhan Beirong can't help but frown, always feel that he has a kind of deceived feeling?

"Fir." Zhan Beirong said helplessly.

"Well?"

"I've only cooked noodles, not cooked rice, if..."

Half way through, Zhan Beirong didn't know how to go on.

Is it difficult? Zhan Beirong tells Mu Shuishan that if the first dinner is bad, please forgive me. Then pretend to eat it!

Some evil and very immoral idea just came out of his mind. Zhan Beirong's face was a little gloomy.

It must be because I stayed with Mu Shuishan for a long time. I was subconsciously biased by Mu Shuishan. Now I always have some amazing ideas when I have nothing to do.

Fortunately, only in front of Mu Metasequoia will be like this.

"What if?" Mu Shuishan reaches out his hand and pushes Beirong. His eyes are shining and he doesn't understand.

Zhan Beirong coughed lightly. "If it's not to your taste, you have to eat it."

what？

Mu Shuishan's brain was almost crushed by the question marks that suddenly appeared. She must have heard wrong!

You have to eat if it's not delicious? The battle was definitely intentional. It must be that anyhow and Angela were all asleep. Even if they were allowed to eat unpleasant food, they would not be able to make complaints about themselves.

How insidious!

Mu Metasequoia hesitated for a while, or chose to nod, pretending to be a very clever appearance, light said: "well. Anyway, as long as you do it, I like it. "

The words just came to the ground, and the water can still make complaints about it several times. If the dinner made by North Jung did not suit her appetite, she would not love it.

Anyway, what I said just now was just a noisy fight against Beirong.

After that, Zhan Beirong changed his clothes and went to the kitchen. He also took a recipe in.

"God, I've gone to cook!" Mu Metasequoia bit his lower lip, and the smile in his eyes was blooming.

Who said that the man who works hard is very handsome? In fact, the man who cooks hard in the kitchen is also very handsome, OK?

Mu Metasequoia micro squint eyes, quietly also toward the direction of the kitchen in the past.

Just walk to the kitchen door, Mu Shuishan will see Zhan Beirong is very attentive to cutting vegetables, although there is no expression on his face, can still not stop Zhan Beirong's prosperous appearance.

Mu Metasequoia two hands holding chin, a pair of eyes are red heart beating, plop plop, the whole image of flower thorn play incisively and vividly.

"Honey, can I help you?" Mu Shuishan asked with a faint smile. Zhan Beirong raised his eyes to see Mu Shuishan. When he saw Mu Shuishan's white gauze wrapped by gauze, he immediately took back his eyes. "No, just go out."

"I don't want to go out. I want to stand here and watch you cook dinner. This is a rare picture in a thousand years." Mu Metasequoia lying on the door, very satisfied said.

"It's up to you." Zhan Beirong looked down at the recipe and replied faintly.

Mu Shuishan nodded and stood outside the kitchen for a while. Suddenly something important flashed in his mind. Whew, without saying a word, he turned around and went upstairs.

After a while, I saw Mu Metasequoia face excited with a mobile phone came down from upstairs.

On such a historic side, Mu Shuishan must be photographed. It's also inevitable to send a circle of friends. After all, these are all memorable things.

While Zhan Beirong didn't pay attention, Mu Shuishan quickly took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of Zhan Beirong's back and side, then picked out a few and sent them to his circle of friends.

Mu Shuishan has long forgotten about the last couple's clothes and parent-child's clothes. He doesn't feel that he is destroying the image of Beirong. After all, he can't think about superfluous things in his single cell mind.

After a while, Mu Metasequoia discovered something more important.

"Ah, Beirong, do you cook with natural gas?" Mu Shuishan said something as if he had found a new world. Then he went to the kitchen and stared at something with a puzzled look on his face.

Zhan Beirong glanced at Mu Metasequoia, as if Mu Metasequoia was an idiot.

"Do you use electricity without natural gas?" Zhan Beirong asked helplessly.

Mu Shuishan nodded and clearly remembered that he used to use electricity before. Is there something wrong with his memory?

"That's my impression, anyway." Mu Metasequoia murmured in a low voice, his eyes were still staring at the flames above.

Fire? Mu Shuishan's head suddenly appeared a lot of light bulbs, suddenly remembered that he was still depressed because there was no match? But now, this is not a ready-made small fire“ I'm going to bring the fireworks Mu Shuishan said excitedly, it's more happy than eating honey. Zhan Beirong took a look at the fire above, and instantly understood what Mu Shuishan meant. It seems that Mu Shuishan is going to set off fireworks in the kitchen“ Wait a minute Zhan Beirong stopped Mu Shuishan in time“ Huh? What's the problem? " Mu Shuishan stopped and asked suspiciously. He thought Zhan Beirong didn't want to light a firework stick in the kitchen. He continued to add: "I'll just light a firework stick."“ I know. When I make dinner, you eat first. " Zhan Beirong said without expression. Mu Shuishan pursed his mouth. Seeing that Zhan Beirong had said so, he nodded and agreed. Then he turned and walked towards the living room, holding a large number of fireworks and sighing silently. I don't know how long later, Mu Shuishan still felt a little bored. He didn't let himself in to help, and he didn't allow himself to light a firework now. It was really boring. After thinking about it, Mu Shuishan still chose to take a few fireworks sticks and walk towards the kitchen. It's not a big thing to light one by yourself. Just, Mu Shuishan just walked to the kitchen door, the whole person is a little silly. At this moment, the kitchen, as if experiencing the Third World War, is actually smoking heavily. Mu Metasequoia really can't understand how a good kitchen can be tossed like this by Zhan Beirong. Zhan Beirong is still standing on one side, and he doesn't know what he's doing. Maybe it's because of cooking for the first time. Zhan Beirong, who used to have an excellent intelligence in the past, seems to be at a loss when facing these things.