Sweet Wife Above: Young Master Wen, don't mess around

"What kind of soup do you want to drink? There are so many ingredients here, I can make you whatever you want. Let me see, there are a lot of seafood here, don't be so sorry, I'll make that for you..." Mumu Balabala He talked a lot, and excitedly listed the ingredients one by one, but after talking for a long time, he found that there was no response behind him.

Turning around, he found that Wen Juelun was standing tightly against his back.

When she turned around, the two of them were almost facing each other, Wen Juelun's chin touched her forehead, and her own mouth was facing Wen Juelun's Adam's apple.

As long as you move forward a little, just a little bit, two people can touch each other.

From a distance, it looks like they are about to hug.

Mu Mu was startled, tried her best not to look up, stretched out her hand and pushed the person back twice, and said calmly, "Why are you standing so close? Why didn't you say anything when I asked you so much? Do you want to drink? "

Wen Jue Lun took two steps back, leaning against the bar, his slender arms entwined with each other, the man's figure is really good, wearing a light blue POLO shirt with a minimalist style can still exude the charm of male hormones.

Mu Mu couldn't help her cheeks getting hot, and her heart was pounding. She beat her little heart hard in her heart, so that she wouldn't be worthless, and wouldn't be seduced by sex so quickly.

All beauties are paper tigers, she will never covet them.

Turning around suddenly, she handled the ingredients spontaneously, her movements in her hands were a little flustered, "Forget it, it's better to ask yourself, you go out first, I'm in charge of the kitchen now, you can drink whatever soup I make, I don’t have to choose. Originally, you didn’t pay me for hard work…”

A chuckle came from behind. Mu Mu took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and silently clenched her fists, deciding not to have an attack, and carefully handled those precious ingredients that could be more than her monthly salary.

Mu Mu was very serious about cooking, and he had to be serious too, otherwise, it would be easy to expose her flustered emotions.

Wen Juelun watched her hurried back from behind, covered the lower half of her face with one hand, his eyes were greedy and burning.

Mu Mu couldn't help being disturbed by the scorching gaze, so she chopped the kitchen knife onto the cutting board and said loudly, "Did you hear me? Don't stand behind me, you're making a mess like this I can't even do it!"

A magnetic voice came, "You do your own thing, I see mine, don't interfere with each other, what's wrong with it?"

This man is still so mean.

Mu Mu gritted her teeth, and threatened: "Whether you can get out or not, I'll count to three and I won't do it!"

She loves it as much as she likes, she works as a free volunteer, and she has to be visited like a monkey, she wants to be beautiful!
Wen Juelun had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender: "Okay, then I'll go out."

Although I am very reluctant, I haven't seen the real person for a long time.The moment he saw it, Wen Juelun was ready to move, and he could hardly suppress the wild beast in his heart.

With the beer in his hand, Wen Juelun's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

Some couldn't understand, there were always many women around him, wishing to have a chance to talk to him a few more words, he never gave anyone else that chance.

At that time, he thought that it was impossible for him to be moved by the so-called love in other people's mouth, let alone any woman.

Those loves that are eulogized are all neurotic or illusory entertainment items that paralyze others, and they are only used to achieve a certain purpose.

But now, he found that he was wrong.

It turns out that once people fall into it, they really don't look like themselves.

Rubbing lightly with his fingers, the surface of the can, water vapor has been evaporated, winding down along the beer can, staining his fingers, bringing a trace of coolness.

Tapping his fingers lightly, he sat on the sofa in the living room with his arms folded across his chest, frowning in thought, with a serious look as if he was thinking about the most profound issues in the universe.

If it was in the past, when encountering such things and people that would affect his mood, Wen Juelun would usually have two choices, one is to choose to stay away and cut off this unclear relationship.

He has tried this method, but the effect does not seem to be very good, and the other option is...

Ding dong ding dong, the doorbell rang, and Wen Juelun was awakened suddenly, and found that the beer can in his hand had been squeezed into a shriveled lump, and the beer was slowly dripping down the expensive cashmere carpet along his fingers.

He threw the soda can in his hand into the trash can indifferently, shook it casually, took the wet tissue next to him to wipe it clean, stood up and walked to the door.

He turned on the monitor, and saw the person standing outside the door, wearing sunglasses, with a proud face like Feng Rulan.

"Why are you here?" Wen Juelun blurted out, not hiding his displeasure.

Feng Rulan saw that Wen Juelun would only frown and put on a dirty face when he saw her, so she curled her lips unwillingly, took off her sunglasses and said, "Is this your attitude towards your fiancee?"

Her tone was a bit coquettish, not quite like her usual domineering style. In front of Wen Juelun, Feng Rulan unexpectedly showed her feminine side.

It's a pity that Wen Juelun never bought it, and asked with a cold, handsome face, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I have something to do with you, open the door quickly, I want to come in!" Feng Rulanyang smiled, raised the things in his hand and said, "I brought good things."

Wen Juelun glanced at the things in her hand, and probably had a guess in his heart, he gritted his teeth, hesitated a little, and said, "Wait first." Before Feng Rulan could speak, he hung up the communication.

He didn't open the door immediately, but walked to the kitchen quickly, Mu Mu was cutting carrots, suddenly Wen Juelun walked over, Mu Mu was about to ask if it was who came, Wen Juelun didn't say anything, grabbed her arm and pulled her Then she went out.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me? I'm still chopping vegetables." Mu Mu was still holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and was dragged up to the second floor by Wen Juelun, and she could still hear the dense noise coming from the door. Ding dong sound.

Feng Rulan's patience has always been bad, and she was very upset when Wen Juelun shut the door, so she desperately rang the doorbell.

Hearing the ringtone, Mu Mu asked suspiciously, "Is it convenient for me to meet someone?"

Wen Juelun didn't make a sound, opened the door of the bedroom and pushed her in, pressed the top of her head and said, "Be good, stay in the room, come out when I let you out, never come out without my permission, Did you hear that?"

Mu Mu blinked inexplicably.Before she could say anything, the door closed in front of her, and then she remembered the sound of Wen Juelun leaving. Mu Mu was holding a kitchen knife and half a carrot in her hand, and stood there dumbfounded, speechless, what the hell is going on!
Is she so shameless?Mu Mu frowned, took a bite of the carrot in his hand, and put this matter behind him in a blink of an eye.

She thought, Wen Juelun is also a public figure after all, if people know that he appeared in her house, there will probably be scandals.

In order to avoid trouble, Mu Mu shrinks her neck, and decides to stay in the bedroom obediently, don't go out, not only Wen Juelun doesn't want others to know that she has something to do with her, she doesn't want to either!

Cracking, cracking, biting the carrots all over his mouth, Mu Mu boredly flicked the fruit knife in his hand and visited Wen Juelun's bedroom.

The huge room is probably larger than the house I rented. I didn’t notice it when I came last time. The overall color is light gray, with log furniture. It’s quite stylish. You can tell that it’s a man house.

There are professional books on the coffee table, and everything is neatly organized. The floor is covered with a white wool carpet. Mu Mu stepped on it with bare feet and found it very soft and comfortable. She simply walked around the room barefoot, opened the The door of the compartment can be seen inside. There is a study room, and the bookshelves directly to the roof are filled with books and file boxes of various colors.

Not wanting to probe Wen Juelun's company secrets, Mu Mu casually took a few glances and came out, opening different doors and seeing different rooms.

For example, the bathroom is bigger than her own room, and the big round bathtub is really luxurious. What shocked Mu Mu the most was the Wen Juelun's cloakroom, where various brands of suits were hung in complete sets. All worth a fortune.

The lower shelf drawers hold an assortment of tie cufflinks, watches, tie clips.Even the underpants are clean and brand-name, and they are neatly placed in the drawer grid, and any one is worth more than half a month's salary.

Mu Mu was dumbfounded, staring at the expensive watch for a second, salivating, if he steals this watch and sells it, he might be able to buy an imported car, right?
After touching it lightly, Mu Mu gave up the idea, and never touched it if it wasn't her own.

Mu Mu stood up and was about to go out and sit in the living room outside for a while, waiting for Wen Juelun to come and let her out, but she didn't want to see the corner of the fitting room from the corner of her eye, as if there was a door inside.

She stopped in her tracks at the time, feeling strange, and slowly turned around, staring at the gap between the cloakroom and the wall. She did see a gap in the door, so she walked over and stretched out her hand to push the wardrobe aside.

After a few bangs, the door was pushed open, and a hidden door with a color similar to the wall appeared in front of her, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to push it open.

The door moved silently to the side, revealing the dark space inside.

It's not that there is no light in it, but red light is emitted, a very dark and very dark red light, very similar to those photo studios, darkrooms where photos are developed.

Mu Mu stood in surprise for a while, a little hesitant whether she should go in and have a look.Curiosity drove her to really want to go in, but no matter how she thought about it, it was also someone else's darkroom, wouldn't it be impolite to go in and look casually?

She took a step back and was about to withdraw, but suddenly she glanced and saw a relatively large photo on the wall. The figure on the photo looked familiar under the red light, and she couldn't help but look at it more I glanced at it, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt wrong. Why did that face feel so much like my own?
Mu Mu thought she was wrong and blinked. She took a few steps closer and looked at it seriously. As she watched, she became more and more certain that this was herself!

How could Wen Juelun have his own photo?