Sweet trap: President, Let Me Go!

Mu Xichen left song Yunqing to pack things at home. Her home must be taken care of by herself.

Just walked to his car, the phone rang, looked at the caller ID, frowned and picked up: "Dad!"

"Well! Tomorrow, your aunt Juan and I will take Xi Chi Xi man to your place? " Mu Zhicheng's voice was deliberately dignified, but not confident enough.

"What happened?" Mu Xichen frowned more tightly.

"Well, it's not that Xichi and Ximan have been admitted to M University, and your uncle's cousin Xiaoqing has also been admitted. School starts next week. We plan to go there tomorrow. It's just that they also want to get together with you. You haven't come back for a long time." Mu Zhicheng speaks very fluently. I can tell that his abdominal manuscript has been playing for a long time.

Mu Xichen's eyes turned cold.

Uncle? He doesn't have an uncle. What's fan juanyan's idea?

Want to stay at his house?

Good! Then come on!

He glanced back at the building behind him. It happened that he had a legitimate excuse to take refuge in his little wife.

They can't hold their breath? Finally starting to reach out openly?

"Hee Chen, are you listening? Are you so busy? Not paying attention to connecting a phone? Or do you not welcome us? Don't want us to live with you? " Mu Zhicheng's voice was deeply unhappy.

"You're ready to come. Just let me know. Now you come and ask me if I'm welcome or not. Don't you have any sincerity?" Mu Xichen said faintly, with an ordinary tone.

"You -" Mu Zhicheng choked.

Mu Xichen gently hung up the phone. What should come will always come. Come on, he is not the ignorant boy at the beginning.

Song Yunqing put his things in different categories, cleaned the already bright and clean home again, sat on the carpet at the door and looked into the big house.

My mood suddenly improved.

This is where she lives. Her name is written on the real estate certificate.

He said to himself that he could pay back some of the money in advance.

In the following year, she will work hard, prepare her graduation thesis carefully, and then ask Su Manran for some part-time jobs. She will certainly make enough money to go abroad when she graduates.

The Shen family has nothing to do with themselves in the future. That kind of fetter is not as good as being alone now.

The cell phone rang softly. Song Yunqing ran barefoot to the tea table in the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello? Mu Xichen. "

The faint pleasure in her voice made Mu Xichen smile: "little lady, I'm homeless. Can I take it in?"

Song Yunqing was amused by the coquetry in his tone: "how can Mr. Mu be homeless? How can it be reduced to the need for me to take in? "

"Alas! Feng Shui turns around. Does the little lady have the heart to sleep on the street? Your house is very big. Why don't I be a servant for you? " Where is mu Xichen a little homeless?

Song Yunqing deliberately pondered, "well, I want to collect the rent!"

"No problem, then ask the little lady to open the door." Mu Xichen smiled.

Stunned, song Yunqing ran to the door and opened it. She was startled by the scene at the door.

A dozen large suitcases were placed in front of the door.

Mu Xichen stood alone in the middle of the box, smiling at her.

"You, do you really move?" Song Yunqing asked blankly.

Mu Xichen nodded and began to push the boxes into the house.

Song Yunqing stood against the wall, staring at the boxes half her height in a daze. How could he have so many things?

Mu Xichen frowned, pointed to her white feet and said unhappily, "don't you know something called slippers?" Conveniently took a pair of slippers from the shoe rack at the door, picked her up and put her on the slippers.

Song Yunqing said, "it's very comfortable to step on the floor."

"No! The ground is too cold! " Mu Xichen cannot be refuted.

Song Yunqing frowned, "you have a lot of things. I don't know how to clean them up."

Mu Xichen said with a smile, "don't you, just watch."

Song Yunqing leaned against the wall and watched Mu Xichen take out the things in the boxes.

Then he followed Mu Xichen and watched him put it in all places in all rooms in an orderly way. He was amazed.

"Mu Xichen, is there anything you can't do?" Less than an hour later, more than a dozen boxes were empty, and there was no mess in the room. Song Yunqing couldn't help but sigh.

Mu Xichen thought: "really!"

"What?" Song Yunqing thinks he's as perfect as a God. Is there anything he can't do?

"I can't cook." Mu Xichen said frankly and took it for granted.

Song Yunqing's face showed a big smile, which finally made her find a sense of existence.

"Will the little lady?" Mu Xichen looked at Song Yunqing's pure smile and asked tentatively.

Song Yunqing nodded.

"Shall we cook by ourselves in the evening?" Song Yunqing suggested.

"Yes! I listen to the little lady. " Mu Xichen likes song Yunqing's childish smile very much.

"Then let's buy food. I've seen the kitchen. There's nothing. We need to buy a lot of things." Song Yunqing jumped with joy.

This is mu Xichen's first time to visit the supermarket and buy vegetables.

He never knew that soy sauce is soy sauce, raw soy sauce is raw soy sauce, and old soy sauce is old soy sauce. He never knew that vinegar also has rice vinegar, white vinegar and aged vinegar. Aged vinegar has the same age as wine.

Song Yunqing finally found a field that Mu Xichen didn't understand and happily gave Mu Xichen popular science knowledge.

Mu Xichen dotes on Song Yunqing's elation.

This song Yunqing is different from the song Yunqing who came out of the Shen family.

He wants his girl to keep such a carefree smile and happy mood forever!

When checking out, song Yunqing was overwhelmed by two carts of things. Mu Xichen looked funny and whispered in her ear, "don't worry, little lady, this is our own supermarket. We won't be unable to pay!"

Song Yunqing looked at Mu Xichen in surprise: "do you still run a supermarket?"

Mu Xichen smiled: "just made a chain by the way."

By the way? This supermarket chain is the largest in M City, with the largest number of stores, but he did it by the way?

Watching the supermarket manager pack two carts of things with people, respectfully asked Mu Xichen for the address and sent someone to send them home directly, song Yunqing was speechless.

The supermarket manager was arranged. Mu Xichen hugged song Yunqing: "what's the matter? "Little lady?"

"Mu Xichen, I'll check your identity when I go back! You should be rich! "

Mu Xichen laughed. Song Yunqing was really cute.

Song Yunqing sat in the co pilot's seat, stared at Mu Xichen and asked, "Mu Xichen, you are so rich that you should not see the legacy I will get in the future."

Mu Xichen fastened her seat belt, with a faint indulgent smile on her lips.

"Then why did you promise to marry me?" Song Yunqing was puzzled. Mu Xichen's villa, his car in a garage, the huge supermarket chain and the RS are not comparable to the Shen family.

However, when she listed the conditions, he agreed to marry her without hesitation. Why?

Mu Xichen's leaning body pressed on her, and her slightly pursed red lips were on the side of her face.

His hand held the back of her head, and his deep eyes turned to her clear eyes: "fool, of course it's because I love you!"

Song Yunqing's brain exploded.

He said he loved her!

Wei Zijie never said he loved her.

Perhaps because for him, she is already his subject matter, there is no need to waste that tongue.

She thought she loved Wei Zijie, but she never said love.

That word, for her, weighed more than a kilo. She never thought of saying it to anyone.

Those boys who pursue her will say, "Yunqing, I like you!"“ Yunqing, I love you! "

But song Yunqing never took it seriously. Those people spoke too lightly. She never cared.

However, what Mu Xichen just said stunned her instantly.

The hole in my heart seems to be filled with something. It's numb and painless, but I want to cry.

What they bought almost came home with them.

Under the command of song Yunqing, Mu Xichen put it in the same way. The filled kitchen felt like a warm home.

Song Yunqing put on his newly bought apron and pushed Mu Xichen outside: "well, there's nothing for you now. You can go and help you. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Mu Xichen hugged her and stole a fragrance. Where would he leave? Directly move the laptop to the bar in the kitchen, read the documents and watch his little wife busy.

Song Yunqing had to let him alone. Anyway, it was an open kitchen. He couldn't hinder her.

Watching the little lady skillfully wash and cut vegetables and listening to the voice of "Zila" when the dishes are put into the oil pan, Mu Xichen can't see the documents. Even the inner anger caused by Mu Zhicheng's coming is gradually fading.

This is the life he wants. It's good to have her and a family!

Song Yunqing cooked four dishes, two meat and two vegetables, simply made a soup, handed the rice bowl and chopsticks to Mu Xichen, and was in a very happy mood: "Mu Xichen, will you taste it?"

She has a home. She grows up so big. For the first time, she makes a good meal in her own home. This time, she is not only for satiety, but also for this feeling.

The spotlight on the table shone a warm light, which made Mu Xichen more handsome. Song Yunqing felt that it was also a pleasant thing to eat at him.

Mu Xichen put a piece of beef in his mouth and opened his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yunqing askew his head and asked him.

Mu Xichen raised a thumb in his left hand, stretched out chopsticks in his right hand, put a piece of meat in his mouth and said vaguely, "delicious, delicious." Nodded.

Song Yunqing laughed and said, "then eat slowly. No one will rob you."

She put a bowl of soup at his hand: "eat slowly!"

Song Yunqing filled himself with a bowl of rice. While eating slowly, he appreciated Mu Xichen's wolfing down. He was in an unspeakable joy.

In such a light, such a scene suddenly gives her a feeling of happiness. If this is the case in this life, it seems good to be with him.

Looking at the empty four plates and the bottomed soup bowl, Mu Xichen put his hand on his stomach and sighed comfortably: "little lady, you surprise me so much. You are really my baby. This is the best meal I have ever had. You must not let Meng Yu know that you can cook and cook so delicious. "

Song Yunqing didn't understand, but if she wanted to come to Meng Yu, she didn't have any chance to eat her meal, so she didn't think about it.

However, she asked curiously, "you don't eat like the elegant president of Rs. Oh, it's a bit like the kind of bad boy on the street, the kind of bad young master who wants to mix with the underworld and has no courage. It's a little ruffian and cute."

Mu Xichen took the soup bowl in his hand and smiled at himself: "I was a bad boy."