Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Without Song Mianmian's intervention, the two would be a match made in heaven.

However, no if...

Song Qianxi has also completely let go, and now she cares more about Chu Muhan than Ji Moyang.

The elevator opened with a 'ding'.

Song Qianxi stepped out of the elevator, thinking about Ji Moyang's painful appearance just now, in view of her ten-year relationship, she stopped and turned to look at him, saying, "If your heart is not good, don't do strenuous exercise."

For some reason, Ji Moyang's clear and elegant face was covered with a cloud of scorn, and he sneered: "It's shameless to peep into other people's privacy, but I have the nerve to say such high-sounding words."

In an instant, Song Qianxi understood how Song Mianmian was trying to sow discord, and laughed at herself, "I'm just meddling in my own business."

She turned and left with a cold expression.

Ji Moyang stared at her with a stubborn back.

The elevator door closed slowly, blocking his sight, and he stared down at the shopping bag in his hand, his eyes dim.

Song Qianxi came back to cook after walking the dog, and the doorbell rang just as soon as it was ready.

She went to open the door excitedly, and said with a smile, "You're back."

The expression of joy was beyond words, but she didn't realize it herself.

At this moment, Chu Muhan felt like his wife was waiting for her husband to come back from get off work. A warm current flowed through his heart. He couldn't help but reached out and pulled Song Qianxi into his arms, hugged her tightly, and smelled her unique breath.

It feels so good, so happy.

The sudden hug made Song Qianxi's brain froze for a moment, her heart beat faster, she was thinking about how to speak, she thought about her words, and said conservatively: "Chu Muhan, it's time to eat, otherwise the food will be cold."

Chu Muhan realized the abruptness, took a deep breath, and reluctantly let go of Song Qianxi, "Okay."

After sitting down, Chu Muhan kept his eyes on Song Qianxi.

Song Qianxi was embarrassed by the look, two blushes appeared on her face, like red apples.

This cute and shy look made Chu Muhan's eyes darken, wishing to tear her apart and swallow her.

He slipped his Adam's apple, looked away and took a bite of his meal.

His eyes couldn't help but turn to Song Qianxi's side again, watching her pink lips slightly parted and took a sip of the soup, and licked her lips, her gaze suddenly became deep and bottomless, and her lower abdomen was instantly condensed with hotness.

Without warning, Chu Muhan stood up "teng", and Song Qianxi looked over in a daze.

"I... go home and take a shower." After saying this, he left as if fleeing.

Song Qianxi was at a loss, and said speechlessly: "Can't you eat and then wash?" Glancing at the rice that he had only touched a bite, he didn't take a bite of the food, and doubted himself, "Could it be... I think I cooked the food? Unpalatable?"

She tasted a few mouthfuls of each dish, "It's not bad."

But compared to Chu Muhan's culinary skills, it's not a bit worse, maybe the taste has been spoiled by him.

Once Chu Muhan left, he never came back.

Song Qianxi was busy writing the script, and didn't care about Chu Muhan, staying in the room and typing on the keyboard.

In the middle of the writing, there is a plot card, and I can't get it going.

She scratched her hair in boredom, and there was an indescribable sound from upstairs, which was especially clear in the quiet and silent bedroom.

Song Qianxi didn't like any noise when he was creating, but now he is even more irritable when he is quarreled, and said in a bad mood: "It's only 09:30, so I can't wait, how hungry and thirsty. Come every night, the quality of the bed is really good. "

It seems that Ji Moyang didn't heed her advice either.

However, it is also possible that what she said was too tactful, and Ji Moyang simply couldn't get this point.

After staring at the computer in a daze for half an hour, the dry fire upstairs has no intention of stopping.