Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

After leaving these words behind, she walked into the elevator, Song Mianmian's eyes were deep, and she suddenly sneered.

"If you don't know how to rob, how can you do everything possible to live downstairs? You also have a dog like Chu Liu who has a scheming heart. There are always times when a living person leaks something. Only a dead person can keep a secret forever."

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Song Qianxi stepped out of the elevator and met Fu Yufei and Qiao Beinian.

Qiao Beinian was wearing a white suit and black trousers, his shirt was buttoned up to the first button meticulously, his short hair was neatly combed back, he was holding a briefcase in his hand, and his gold-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of his nose, adding a touch of elegance.

Fu Yufei wore exquisite makeup, was petite in a black coat, and was only as tall as Song Qianxi in ten-centimeter high heels. She was carrying the latest bag, full of fashion sense.

Fu Yufei and Qiao Beinian were a little surprised to see Song Qianxi.

Fu Yufei asked: "Qianxi, do you live with Mu Han?"

Song Qianxi shook her head hurriedly, "No, I live next door, are you talking to him about work?"

The last time they had dinner, they learned from their few words that Fu Yufei and Qiao Beinian were working for Chu Muhan.

But it's not the Chu family, maybe Chu Muhan also has property in other places.

Fu Yufei smiled and nodded, "Yes."

While talking, Qiao Beinian rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Chu Muhan, wearing home clothes, said solemnly, "You are three minutes late."

Qiao Bei smiled young and said, "Didn't I meet Miss Song and chat for a while?"

Song Qianxi: "..." He was shot even while lying down.

Chu Muhan looked at Song Qianxi, his expression softened, "Come in together."

"Ah... no, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"My family has something to eat." Chu Muhan refused to comment, "Come in."

Song Qianxi understood Chu Muhan's temper, and if he refused, he would lose face, so he obediently followed.

At a glance, you can see the exquisite and diverse breakfasts on the dining table.

Just looking at these, I knew earlier that it was sent by Qingxin Pavilion.

"Wow, it's so rich, I knew I would have come here for breakfast." Fu Yufei changed into slippers, without the high heels she looked very petite, but her aura was full, as if she contained a powerful explosive force.

"You can also eat some more." Chu Muhan said.

"No, it's more important to talk about business." Fu Yufei smiled, put down her bag and sat on the sofa, Qiao Beinian took out the documents from the briefcase, and a laptop was placed in front of Chu Muhan.

The layout of Chu Muhan's room is the same as that of Song Qianxi's.

The house is not big, and the kitchen is connected to the dining room. The conversation between the three fell into Song Qianxi's ears easily.

Maybe he was worried, Qiao Beinian always kept his voice down when he spoke.

Song Qianxi bit the steamed dumpling, took out the earphones from her pocket, put them on, and played a piece of music to isolate the three people's voices.

Seeing this, Qiao Beinian's eyes flashed a glimpse of appreciation behind the lens, which was quite interesting.

After breakfast, the three of them haven't finished talking yet.

Song Qianxi didn't bother, she packed the dishes and saw that there was an oven in the kitchen.

There were egg beaters and cake molds in the box under the oven. She turned her eyes and opened the refrigerator. As expected, there were cake mix, eggs, butter and cream, and some fruits.

She muttered to herself, "Does Chu Muhan also have a hobby of baking?"

She took out the ingredients and started to make the cake.

The ingredients were limited, so she made a fruit cake, cut it into four pieces, put them on a beautiful small porcelain plate, put them on the tray, and when she carried them out, she found that the three of them hadn't finished talking. She turned around hesitantly, and was suddenly caught by Chu Muhan. stop.