Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

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On the tarmac in front of Mu Gongguan, a helicopter landed in the night sky.

After the two figures got off the helicopter, they reached out and helped Mufeichi with the injured head to get off the plane.

The housekeeper had already waited at the door, saw them coming, and hurried up, looking worriedly at the injured Mu Feichi.

"Master, you... your injury..."

"I'm okay." Mu Feichi held his injured left arm and turned his head and asked in a deep voice: "Are you ready for the things you prepared?"

"It's all ready!" The butler answered, struggling to follow behind him: "How can you sustain this injury, let the chef come!"

"That girl's birthday, what I gave her, I want to come by myself."

Li Zilan on the side looked at the back of the faint monarch and sighed slightly, "The man in love has no brains, but the housekeeper, you can watch it on the side! Let him toss it! Don't be upset, this bitter plan How to act?"

Feng Rui gave Li Zilan a glance, "Can't you say two cool words?"

"Our young master is here to save you from injury. He loves tossing so much. He has to make dumplings for the girl when he comes back all night. What do you feel bad about?"

"All right, let's go back!" Mu Fei Chi took off the coat on his shoulder and turned into the kitchen.

"If you want to worry about it, the one who should worry about it should be at the foot of the mountain!"

Li Zilan sighed and pulled out a worried Feng Rui out of the villa.

The chef watched tremblingly on the edge, "Master, I have kneaded the dough and the filling is ready. If you hurt, let me come!"

"Everyone said you watched on the side, so much nonsense!"

"..." The butler and the chef glanced at each other, and they could only stand on the side and shrunk.

Mu Feichi was shot in the shoulder while performing the task. Although it was only a penetrating injury, it also made his entire left arm hurt so unconsciously.

Came back all night, just to give the girl a birthday.

"What about silver coins? Have they been sterilized?"

"It has been sterilized, it's all here." The housekeeper took out several customized silver coins from the disinfection cabinet and put them in the bowl.

The chef couldn't see it and said nervously: "Master, I rolled the dumpling skin well, you come to wrap it! This is faster, otherwise it will be past 12 o'clock."

Mu Feichi turned his head to look at the clock in the restaurant, and there was only one hour left. His left hand was not very flexible, and he couldn't catch up if he was not quick.

"Good!" Mu Fei chi echoed, took a silver coin and wrapped it in dumplings.

The dumplings were wrapped, but the butler looked at his muddy, "Master, you still go to take a bath, we cooked it and put it in the insulation box, you can go straight down the mountain when you come down!"

Mu Feichi looked down at his dirty camouflage suit, nodded and turned out of the kitchen.

"Look at it, don't be confused!"

"Okay, I'm watching from the side!"

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At 11:30, Yun Xi looked at the alarm clock on the table, calculated the last practice question in his hand, and packed up the textbook to prepare for a rest.

As soon as I turned around, I heard movement coming from the window, and when I looked up, I saw the figure standing outside knocking on the glass window.

Through the gray window, she looked at the man standing outside and smiled inexplicably.

Opening the window, Mu Fei Chi turned into the house.

It was still snowing outside, he shook the snowflakes on his body, and carried the inflexible left hand to the desk holding the insulation box in his hand.

"Don't you come back in a few days?"

Yun Xi looked at the slightly servant man in front of him, but did not expect him to return on his birthday.

"The mission is over and I'll be back!" He raised his hand and rubbed her head, his dark eyes lingering with tenderness and tenderness.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, he was the only one in his eyes.

"My little thing, happy birthday!"

The mellow voice sandwiched the cold breath from the winter solstice, low and deep, murmured like a cello, as if all the gentleness of this man had been poured.