Priceless Sweetheart Boss's New Wife

Song Qingluo takes Xi chuyun's arm and leans gently on Xi chuyun's shoulder in front of Murong LAN.

"Brother chuyun, how did you come back? I've made a pot of milk tea. It's made of black tea. Would you like to try it? "

Xi chuyun looks at Murong LAN with a calm look and no ups and downs.

Song Qingluo pulls Xi chuyun's arm, shakes it and says, "brother chuyun, you used to like my milk tea very much!"

"My father taught me how to cook milk tea! You must have not drunk it for a long time. It's hard to drink when it's cold. "

Xi chuyun see Murong LAN has no reaction, and song Qingluo turned.

Song Qingluo quickly empties out a hand and takes Murong Lan's arm.

"Sister Murong, I cooked hot milk for you too! I can't drink tea now, you know

Song Qingluo saw muronglan standing there, so he tugged at her.

"Sister Murong, you won't give me so much face! I cook myself. "

Song Qingluo still smiles innocently, just like a girl who doesn't have a plan.

Murong LAN naturally knows what tricks song Qingluo is playing. He is about to brush song Qingluo's hand away. At last, he laughs and goes out with song Qingluo.

"Good! I'm thirsty for milk. "

Song Qingluo, holding Xi chuyun in one hand and Murong LAN in the other, went downstairs together.

Song Qingluo's body also leans on Xi chuyun's body from time to time. The action is very intimate, which makes people feel that they are a pair.

Although muronglan was angry, he remained silent.

Xi chuyun dare to bring people back, why should she be angry, in Xi chuyun's arms!

She knows Xi chuyun. The less angry she is, the more angry Xi chuyun is.

Muronglan sat on the sofa, watching song Qingluo busy to her milk. Murong LAN slowly picked up the cup, the milk hot air, blurred her beautiful face.

Song Qingluo holds her cheek in both hands and looks at Xi chuyun eagerly. Looking at Xi chuyun holding up the cup gracefully and tasting it gracefully, she asks quickly.

"Brother chuyun, what's the taste like? Isn't it delicious? "

Xi chuyun tasted and nodded, "it's really delicious."

Murong LAN holds the milk cup, turns a white eye to the opposite Xi chuyun, blows the milk, drinks a mouthful, then frowns.

"I don't like milk without sugar." Murong orchid road.

Song Qingluo quickly stood up and grabbed in front of the servant, "I'll go to add sugar for Murong sister."

Song Qingluo returns the sugar and hands it to Murong LAN.

Muronglan took another sip and quickly spat out, "how salty!"

Song Qingluo covered his mouth and cried, "sorry! I may think of salt as sugar! " Song Qingluo corrects a small face, "Murong elder sister, I haven't cooked, I can't identify sugar and salt, I'm really sorry."

Muronglan put down the milk cup and wiped his lips.

"I'd like to have some milk and make another cup." Murong orchid road.

This time, song Qingluo didn't want to be ahead of the servants, and stood still.

The servant quickly wants to remove the cup, and is stopped by Murong LAN. He looks up at Song Qingluo standing there.

"Xiaoqing, brother chuyun says you are good at your craft. You'd better cook milk for me." Murong LAN gently smile, bright eyes seem to have water flow.

Xi chuyun drinks tea quietly, opens the newspaper and looks at it quietly.

Song Qingluo's lips twitched, then said with a smile, "good! Sister Murong, wait a minute. I'll cook it soon. "

Song Qingluo took the milk cup down and went to the kitchen.

Murong LAN leaned back on the sofa with his hands around his chest and looked at Xi chuyun, who was half covering his cheek with newspaper. He was still drinking milk tea slowly with his hands. His posture was elegant and graceful, which was very eye-catching.

Murong Lan's heart is holding a breath, also know song Qingluo do so is intentional.

Milk tea will put sugar, how can song Qingluo admit salt wrong!

Deliberately put salt in the milk to protest against her, then she is willing to give a good hand to miss song in front of Xi chuyun.

Song Qingluo wants to be obedient in front of Xi chuyun, so he must do it one by one!

Song Qingluo finally cooked a cup of steaming milk and came back with sugar.

Murong LAN blew for a long time, finally waiting for the temperature of the milk to be moderate. After a small taste, he frowned again.

"How sweet! It's not good! I'd like something light! "

“……”

The smile on song Qingluo's face was stiff, "OK! I'll cook it again. "

Another cup of steaming milk, muronglan continue to make trouble.

"It's a little light!"

"OK, I'll add sugar." Song Qingluo continued to endure, and his smile was particularly brilliant.

"Too sweet again!"

“……”"You don't have a good command of the heat! It's all scorched! "

"How much water did you put in this time? It doesn't smell like milk at all

"It's too bad! It tastes strange! "

“……”

Song Qingluo is instructed to run around, and his patience will be polished. But in front of Xi chuyun, he can only continue to use his strongest endurance and continue to be dumb.

Finally, even Xi chuyun could not help putting down the newspaper and looking at Murong LAN.

"What? Is it painful? " Murong lanning takes Xi chuyun's initiative.

Xi chuyun lips tight, amber eyes, slightly tight for a while, seems to say anything, finally nothing, get up, upstairs.

Song Qingluo came out of the kitchen, did not see Xi chuyun on the seat, his face also collapsed.

Muronglan leans against the sofa and glances at Song Qingluo.

"Don't tear the mask too early. He went upstairs and didn't go out." Muronglan's voice is cold.

Song Qingluo secretly clenched her teeth, still squeezed out an ugly smile and put the milk in front of Murong LAN.

"Sister Murong, how's the taste this time?"

Murong LAN got up, did not look at Song Qingluo, "no appetite, do not want to drink."

“……”

Song Qingluo felt that she was beginning to shiver. She really wanted to pour a cup of hot milk on muronglan.

She was thinking about this, did not expect muronglan's hand gently lifted, a cup of hot milk directly poured from the table, the cup rolled, directly fell to the ground.

The hot milk splashed out.

"Ah

Song Qingluo retreated in pain and bumped into the big vase behind him. The vase fell to pieces on the marble floor.

Song Qingluo fell in a piece of debris, long hair scattered, described as very embarrassed.

The servant quickly lowered his head. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He had to bear it.

Song Qingluo was so angry that his face was green that he looked up at muronglan. His eyes seemed to swallow muronglan alive.

Muronglan laughed impolitely, "I'm really sorry, I did it on purpose, ha ha ha..."

"Mu, Rong, LAN."

Song Qingluo gnashes her teeth in anger, and her eyes are red with hatred.

Murong LAN stretched out his index finger and put it on his delicate lip to silence song Qingluo.

"Keep your voice down, don't let your brother chuyun hear you!"

Muronglan turns around and is about to leave. He stops and looks back at Song Qingluo, who is still sitting on the ground.

"Or, you should just cry now, pretend to be weak in front of him, and accuse me of deliberately making trouble for you. Maybe he'll have compassion on you and stay in your room at night. "

Although muronglan's words are ugly, it means that song Qingluo is just like a concubine, but this is exactly what song Qingluo wants.

With the help of the servants, Murong LAN went upstairs step by step, without looking at Song Qingluo downstairs.

Muronglan said while walking.

"Sister Ping, it seems that the young master just told you to eat perch at night! He likes to eat fresh fish just caught in the pond. Remember that. "

Sister Ping was stunned and nodded quickly.

"Yes, young granny, I remember."

Muronglan stood in front of the French window of the room, and soon saw song Qingluo go fishing in the pond in the garden.

Xi liked fishing when he was alive. He dug a huge fish pond in Xi's garden, where he raised many kinds of fish.

Muronglan stands in front of the window, can't help but smile and bend his lips.

"I really haven't been so happy for a long time!"

Thanks to song Qingluo.

Song Qingluo had been busy by the pond all afternoon, but he didn't catch a bass.

Under the scorching sun, song Qingluo was sweating profusely and covered the hot sun with his hands from time to time.

Although it's autumn, it's still hot in the daytime.

Finally, in the evening, Murong LAN couldn't bear to go out. With the help of the servant, he came to the pond.

The setting sun, like blood, sets a golden afterglow.

Murong LAN smiles and says a word to song Qingluo, but he is so angry that song Qingluo almost blows up his lungs.

"There's no bass in the pond at home."

Song Qingluo's mouth was full of shell teeth.

"Ha ha It's OK to fish two crucian carp. Guan Guan likes to drink crucian carp soup. "

Song Qingluo lost his fishing rod and approached muronglan step by step.

"Muronglan, who do you think you are? With wild seeds, how long can I sit in the position of Xi family's little grandmother? Leave yourself a way out. Maybe I can spare your life in the future. " Song Qingluo gritted her teeth.

Muronglan opened his mouth lightly, with a very indifferent look.

"Don't be disrespectful to me before you take this seat! In this family, I'm a little grandmother. One day, I'll be one head higher than you! You dare not respect me. I have many ways to get you out of this house. "Song Qingluo was so angry that there was a layer of water mist in his eyes. He bit his lips and looked like he was about to cry.

Finally, song Qingluo cried and begged muronglan.

"Sister Murong, I was really wrong! I have no place to live now. My father and brother want to take me back and kill me. Only here can I save my life. Let me live here. Don't drive me away. "

"Sister Murong, we grew up together. No matter how discordant we were before, we still have our childhood love Sister Murong, don't drive me away, or... "

"Wuwu, or I will really die..."

Murong LAN saw that song Qingluo was in tears and felt that someone was coming behind him.

There is no need to look back. You can feel who the coming person is with the powerful aura burst out from the person.

"Then go and die!" Murong Lan said heartlessly.

Unexpectedly, song Qingluo really jumped into the pond