Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Sensing that Feng Cheng's gaze was fixated on Qiao Wennuan's face, Mu Qinghuan laughed sarcastically, and immediately reached out to grab the door handle, and the moment the door rotated, Feng Cheng grabbed onto her hand, "Wait for me in the carriage."

After struggling for a bit, Mu Qinghuan ignored him and still wanted to get off.

"Mom, why don't the two of us eat? Don't bring Dad along!" As he spoke innocently, Xinxin also opened the car door, clamoring that he wanted to get off with Mu Qinghuan.

What does it mean to be assisted by a god? He was talking about Xinxin, not only did he not cooperate, he was even arguing about getting off the car with Mu Qinghuan.

"Xinxin, please coax mother." With that, Feng Cheng raised his head again and looked at Qiao Wennuan.

Qiao Wennuan was not an idiot. It could be seen that Feng Cheng was willing to give her face right now, so he laughed at himself. Without saying another word, he stepped on the gas pedal and left.

No one knew better than Qiao Wennuan that Feng Cheng cared about Xinxin. Since Xinxin liked Mu Qinghuan, then, she couldn't make a ruckus right now.

If she wanted to live in the Shallow Bay, she had to start from Xinxin.

After Qiao Wennuan left, to be honest, Mu Qinghuan did not feel good about it at all. The following meal did not feel good at all.

The only thing he was pleased about was that Xinxin had been feeding her this entire time.

After finishing this meal, Mu Qinghuan received a call from Lin Ziyun, "It's about time to go to school. Master asked me to pick you up for class."

"What?" Mu Qinghuan asked in an exaggerated tone, "It's already so late and you're still attending class? Are you sure you aren't joking with me? "

"You think it's funny?" Lin Ziyun pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Master giving you a lesson because he thinks highly of you."

"…" What kind of logic was this? He thought highly of her, so he still wanted to mistreat her in the middle of the night?

They had to film, perform, go to school, take supplementary classes …

He really wanted to commit suicide by smashing his tofu!

Lin Ziyun drove all the way to the 'red tower'.

"The master is waiting for you." With her chin raised up, Lin Ziyun gestured for Mu Qinghuan to get off the car.

"What do you mean? Won't you go in? " What kind of plane is this? Even if he's the last Grandmaster, which is impressive, but no matter what, he's still a male!

A lone man and a single woman. He couldn't be at ease!

"What are you afraid of? Don't tell me you have such a shameful idea? I will tell you this, the last great master has also accepted students before, but there has never been such a thing as what you think. Lin Zi Yun pushed open the door of the car. It was as if she, Mu Qinghuan, was going to be stronger than everyone else.

"Oh, I know." Mu Qinghuan was speechless.

When she stepped into the living room, she could not be more speechless. It was no wonder that the assistant next to her could not bear to look at the messy floor and dirty kitchen.

"Master?" Raising her head to look upstairs, Mu Qinghuan curiously shouted.

No one answered.

"Master, are you there?" Mu Qinghuan asked again.

However, there was still no response.

Just as Mu Qinghuan was about to go upstairs, she noticed a note on the table: Tidy up the room, cook, and I'll give you thirty minutes. Then, I'll go upstairs and wake the Grandmaster up for dinner.

With just a glance, he could tell that it was written by Lin Ziyun.

This Miss Lin had tossed the mission to her and she ran off to play?

However, in order to have the Grandmaster teach her, Mu Qinghuan had to arrange the living room freely.

As for cooking … Although Mu Qinghuan's culinary skills had improved a lot, she was afraid that the Master would be too picky. At the same time, she was unsure if he actually liked Chinese or Western cuisine …

In the end, Mu Qinghuan made two bowls of noodles with eggs. Nothing to eat.

The utensils in the kitchen were very new, as if they had just been renovated.

"Grandmaster …" Walking to the door, Mu Qinghuan held the warm noodles and called it three times before opening the door and entering.

The man was tall and covered with a thin sheet.

"Master, did you get up to eat?" Mu Qinghuan put down the noodles and half squatted on the floor. She can't just directly take off the blanket, what if, what if he doesn't wear clothes?

"Master, master." After calling him three times, the person did not move at all. Mu Qinghuan was worried that the noodles would turn soft and not taste good, so she stood up boldly and raised her wrist. She originally wanted to pinch Yue Yang's shoulder, but the palm in the air changed its direction due to curiosity and moved to his face.

Breathing in deeply, Mu Qinghuan's wrist trembled, and touched his mask.

Hehe, she was curious about why he was wearing a mask.

Just as her fingers were about to lift the mask, her muscular and sturdy palm grabbed her at the same time.

"What do you want to do?" Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, but his voice was hoarse.

"Oh, I was thinking of... Get the master to get up and eat. " Mu Qinghuan pointed to the noodles.

"Is that something humans eat?" With a disdainful tone, it seemed like his requirements were quite high.

Sighing and sighing, Mu Qinghuan explained sincerely, "This is the only thing we have at home. If you were a teacher, you only have two choices, eat it or not."

"The third way." Finally, the last person raised his phone and made a call, "Yes, it's my favorite one. I'm ordering a midnight snack."

With ten thousand f * cking grass in your heart, Mu Qinghuan huffed and puffed as she hugged the noodles, "Teacher, wasting is really shameful. If you don't eat it, then I won't be polite."

"How can we eat when it's so cold?" He reached for the noodles and poured them into the trash can.

"I have a good body, so I don't mind eating something cold …" As if frightened, Mu Qinghuan looked at the body of the noodle pitifully.

"Do you mind eating trash?" He pointed to the trash can.

"Of course I do!" Swallowing her saliva, Mu Qinghuan nodded heavily.

"You go out, I want to get dressed." In fact, when he pulled away the sheet, Mu Qinghuan had already covered her eyes and ran off like a wisp of smoke.

In less than five minutes, this fellow, dressed like a demon, appeared on the stairs. Seeing that the living room was cleaned up so cleanly, he did not feel surprised at all.

"Isn't it too difficult? Why don't we learn from the Arabic numerals?" Mu Qinghuan smiled adorably.

"You don't want to learn from me?" Sitting on the sofa, he put on the air of a boss and lectured her.

Mu Qinghuan frowned, she still remembered that when she was writing her first song, Feng Cheng liked to let her learn the 5-string music, but she just did not want to learn it, so what's the use of learning it?

She didn't want to be a musician, she just sang!

"I don't want to learn the 5-string score!" Mu Qinghuan pointed out, and who knew if she would suddenly materialize a ruler to hit her palm, "Do you want to learn?"

He really did it?

"Not learning!" She has a temper too, okay?

"Or not to learn?" Frowning, he lowered the ruler again.

"I just won't learn it!" Mu Qinghuan stubbornly said!

"…" This time, he didn't ask again. Without saying anything, he continued to use the ruler to greet her.

"Wait a minute!" After taking in a deep breath, Mu Qinghuan said huffily, "My hands have already been destroyed, how can I learn?"

"There's medicine." After saying that, he actually reached out his hand to rub her head, "You're afraid of pain, it seems like this trick is quite useful. If you don't behave, I'll hit your palm until you behave."