Heart-stealing Love: The Wanted Runaway Wife

This room has become very cold since Mo Jing left.

Now there is a sudden smell of fireworks in the world. Ke Chen doesn't adapt to it for a while.

Ke Chen narrowed her eyes and looked ahead. She only saw a busy figure in the kitchen.

The figure is like a man, but from a distance, the height is definitely not simple. The man's height is about 1.9 meters, which is relatively simple.

Ke Chen padded her toes and walked forward. She picked up the stick in her hand and walked carefully to the kitchen.

Try not to make a sound.

Mu Chen is making food happily in the kitchen.

I took care of the woman all night last night. I was so tired that I had to lie down, but I don't know why I appeared in the kitchen and made breakfast for the woman so happily.

Mu Chen thought more and more strange, but he was in a good mood, and he didn't think about it.

Mu Chen felt someone coming behind him. It must be the woman who woke up.

Mu Chen thought of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously aroused a smile, and he turned his head with a smile.

"Are you awake?"

Before Mu Chen's voice fell, he felt that his head was beaten.

Mu Chen felt his eyes flustered, and countless stars flashed in front of him.

Mu Chen fell to the ground mercilessly. His head touched the floor and made a huge noise.

Ke Chen took the stick in his hand, and her hair was dripping with water. Ke Chen stared at Mu Chen lying on the ground.

The boy is so familiar. Ke Chen opened his mouth slightly and tried to remember.

Isn't this the boy who helped himself beat off the hooligan yesterday and stayed to take care of her?

Ke Chen's guilt flashed in her eyes. She quickly bent down, but she couldn't squat down with her bath towel.

So Ke Chen stood in front of Mu Chen, laughing and at a loss.

There was a spark of anger in the eyes of the boy looking at Ke Chen.

This woman is really unreasonable. She got up to make breakfast for her because she was half tired yesterday.

"You, are you okay?"

Ke Chen's voice was very low. She tried to keep the smile on the corners of her mouth.

Ke Chen directly ignores Mu Chen's desire to kill.

Mu Chen rubbed himself. Ke Chen smashed a bag on his forehead and hissed in pain.

"Are you sick?"

Mu Chen struggled to stand up. Now he really wanted to take out the mirror to see his face. He didn't know if he had broken this fan's face.

Ke Chen knew he was wrong and didn't refute anything.

"You won't tell me here. I thought there was a thief at home."

Ke Chen pouted with some dissatisfaction and even some small grievances, as if the wrong person was Mu Chen.

When Mu Chen heard the little woman's complaint, he was speechless for a moment and helplessly filled the porridge in the pot.

Mu Chen put the porridge on the table, looked at the woman, stood at the kitchen door, and said angrily.

"Don't you come to dinner yet?"

Ke Chen heard this sentence and ran over. She didn't wear shoes. The soles of her feet touched the ground and made a crisp sound.

Mu Chen looked at Ke Chen's bare feet and frowned slightly.

The floor is so cold, why can't this woman take care of herself?

Mu Chen Ran into the bedroom and took a pair of cotton slippers. He knelt on the ground.

Ke Chen looked at Mu Chen suspiciously and raised his feet. His toes touched the cotton mop. A warm current passed directly from his feet to her heart.

Ke Chen admitted that for a moment, she was seduced by the boy.

But as an old aunt, Ke Chen reacted quickly.

"Thank you,"

Ke Chen kept his words very distant and polite.

Mu Chen stood up awkwardly from the ground.

"Eat."

Mu Chen pressed his head very low and almost fell into the bowl.

Ke Chen also honestly shut his mouth, picked up chopsticks and ate. He had to say that the meal cooked by the little boy was really delicious. He usually thought that cooking was delicious enough, but it was insignificant in front of the boy.

"What's your name?"

Ke Chen bit his chopsticks and stared at the boy who was several years younger than himself.

The boy did help himself a lot,

"Mu Chen."

Mu Chen's voice was cold. He didn't look up at Ke Chen. This woman made him feel very unhappy.

Ke Chen nodded.

"Are you a cook? The food is delicious. "

Mu Chen shook her head. The room was quiet for a moment, and the embarrassing atmosphere spread around the two people.

At this time, Ke Chen's door was knocked, pounding rhythmically, making a crisp sound.

Ke Chen's body stiffened for a moment. He didn't know why. He had a feeling that the man knocking at the door was Jian Qing.

Ke Chen felt that his body was as stiff as a stone and could not move.

Mu Chen looked at Ke Chen's expression and seemed to realize something. Through yesterday's observation, the look of her and the man changed. He could clearly know that there must be an inextricable love between this woman and that man.

Mu Chen also didn't speak, still lowered his head and ate the food in his bowl.

The knock on the door was still ringing, as if he kept ringing when no one opened the door.

Ke Chen kicked Mu Chen in front of him. Mu Chen raised his head in doubt. His eyes were full of surprise, waiting for Ke Chen to continue.

Ke Chen said to Mu Chen with his mouth, "don't talk, keep quiet."

Mu Chen's eyes flashed a bright light,

"OK, I see."

Mu Chen's mouth aroused a smile. His voice increased by several decibels. It was clear that he was deliberately heard by the knocker.

When Ke Chen heard this, her teeth squeaked and stamped her feet. She stepped on Mu Chen's feet with a hard rubber foot.

Mu Chen's face was twisted in pain in an instant. This woman is really cruel.

Mu Chen didn't dare to offend again and ate the rice in his bowl obediently.

Jianqing heard a man's voice inside. His knocking on the door was stiff, and his hand stopped awkwardly in the air.

He looked at his breakfast as if it were unnecessary.

But Jianqing kept knocking on the door. Jianqing's eyes seemed to pass through the door and see the little woman in the room.

Jianqing doesn't know how he feels about Ke Chen, but he wants to do his best to make up for the mistakes he has made.

"I know you're inside. Will you open the door for me?"

There was a hint of begging in Jane's voice.

Ke Chen heard Jian Qing's voice, her back became more stiff, and her hand holding chopsticks stopped in the air.

Ke Chen stared blankly at the front. I don't know what I'm thinking.