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When Muqiqi returned to his study with a plate of mushroom and rape, the small bowl on the table had already bottomed out.

In other words, there is not even a mouthful of soup left.

In the bottom of Muqiqi's heart, there was a cold hum, more of it was complacency.

I just pretended to be picky, but now I don't have a drop left. Is this the way to slap?

Still calm face of the plate placed in front of him, Mu Qiqi deliberately ridiculed: "I know my cooking is very good, Mr. Mo is not going to eat a day, right?"

Junrong suddenly cold, clear eyes filled with anger, "self righteous, is your specialty?"

"Mr. Mo praised me. I always feel good about myself." The eyes were shining, and Muqi's mouth was smiling. He reached for the empty bowl on the table and said, "is there another bowl for Mr. Mo in the kitchen?"

"It's so bad, who wants to eat it?" Mo yanjue's face showed the color of disrespect, but the remaining light of the corner of his eyes glanced at the attractive mushroom and rape on the table.

Muqiqi can't see through. He reaches out to take away the mushroom and rape.

"Wait!"

Before the white hand touched the plate, the man's impatient voice came.

Mu Qiqi pretends not to understand, and looks at him innocently. "Is there anything else for Mr. Mo?"

"Another bowl of wonton!" Junrong Tieqing, the tone is very unfriendly.

Muqiqi was not angry at all. Instead, he asked calmly, "Mr. Mo doesn't dislike it. It's hard to eat."

"What's the matter with you talking so much and making do with your hunger?"

I didn't expect that this stupid woman would answer back. Mo yanjue's face became more ugly and he casually perfunctorized.

"It's all right, just be happy!" Beautiful Mou son is showing in a bit complacent, Mu Qiqi is carrying small bowl to walk out of the room.

Looking at the back of the woman leaving, Mo yanjue hammered the desk hard, then picked up the chopsticks and tasted the mushroom and rape.

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downstairs kitchen.

Muqiqi is filled with wonton while reading it in pieces.

"Pretend, keep pretending, harder than a dead duck's mouth!"

Another small bowl of wonton was brought upstairs. Muqiqi went in without knocking.

As a result, I saw a scene of someone eating with great interest, with a very interesting expression.

If I had not seen it with my own eyes today, Muqiqi would never have dreamed that this man had such a side.

Different from the usual cold alienation, at this time, he is like a prince in a fairy tale, noble, gentle, people can't help but look stupid.

"What are you waiting for?"

Seeing a beautiful shadow standing at the door, Mo yanjue hurriedly put down his chopsticks, and an unpleasant tone came.

Muqiqi regained his mind, licked his lips uncontrollably, and then regained his sense and brought the wonton to the man.

"Mr. Mo, please take your time. I have nothing else to do."

Deep eyes swept her, there was no extra expression on her face, "go."

After getting the man's instruction, Muqiqi turned around and walked out. The low and deep voice of the man who had just walked without two steps came back.

"The first bedroom will be yours."

Muqiqi's heart was shocked, and his eyes were almost staring out.

Isn't the first bedroom the one with luxurious decoration and full of fashionable women's clothes?

Just when her heart was hot, the words that made her break came immediately.

"Don't think about it. I'm afraid you'll affect Mo Yuchen's sleep."