Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi went to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients, and when she was wearing an apron to wash the vegetables, the doorbell rang.

She went to open the door, and there was a tall and handsome man standing outside.

When the man saw her, his face evoked a happy arc, and he stepped forward to hug her, his heart immediately became full, smelling her unique breath, and said in a low voice: "You little heartless, don't care about it when you leave the hospital." me."

Song Qianxi hugged his thin waist, looked up at his smooth chin, "Nonsense, I just got out of the hospital today, guess who I met at the hot pot restaurant under Qingxin Pavilion?"

Chu Muhan frowned, "Ji Moyang?"

Song Qianxi: "..."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Chu Muhan was dissatisfied, "Really?"

Song Qianxi said: "Ji Moyang and Song Mianmian met, but I don't want to talk about them. I met Sister Mengxue. She works as a waiter in a hot pot restaurant under Qingxin Pavilion."

Hearing this, Chu Muhan's expression froze, "The brand under Qingxin Pavilion requires a college degree or above even for waiters. Are you sure that Sister Mengxue works as a waiter there?"

Song Qianxi was a little unhappy when she heard this, "I can see it with my own eyes? Besides, what do you mean you look down on Sister Mengxue? Let me tell you, Sister Mengxue must be a potential stock!"

After she finished speaking, she snorted proudly.

That's how she is, protecting her shortcomings.

Chu Muhan lightly scratched her pretty nose, and said dotingly: "You have the final say."

Song Qianxi was a little dissatisfied with Chu Muhan's perfunctory attitude, let go of him and went straight into the kitchen to get busy, Chu Muhan changed his shoes and saw a pair of worn-out ladies' sneakers, he walked into the room and stared at the closed door.

It's so good on the island that the people who are dedicated to helping them can't have any intentions.

I wish he was overthinking.

Song Qianxi made stir-fried pork with celery. When she was stir-frying, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and then she put a heavy weight on her shoulders, and the hormonal breath of exclusive men came over.

This is the first intimate contact between the two since returning to China.

Song Qianxi was a little unnatural, her heart was beating fast and she forgot to stir-fry. Suddenly, Wen Nuan held her right hand and continued to fry the vegetables in the pot, "If you don't stir-fry, it will become mushy."

Song Qianxi regained consciousness after realizing it, shrugged his shoulders, and prevented Chu Muhan from resting his chin on his shoulders, "Don't move, your hand is still injured, go out and sit, I will cook today. "

Chu Muhan leaned against the kitchen door, "I won't see you when I go out, I'll stand here."

Song Qianxi muttered, "What's so interesting about cooking, and the whole body smells of oily smoke."

"I like it." Chu Muhan's ears are excellent, and he can hear clearly, "This is like life."

It was too deserted to live in Xingshan Villa before.

Song Qianxi gave a pause for washing the pot, and agreed with Chu Muhan's words very much,

That's right, that's what life is called, and it's simple and simple.

Soon, she cooked four dishes and one soup, and woke Wang Mengxue to eat.

Wang Mengxue rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room in her pajamas. When she saw Chu Muhan in formal attire in the dining room, she was taken aback, then smiled awkwardly, and went back to the room. When she came out, she had already changed.

"Wow, so rich." Wang Mengxue sat down and said with a smile, "Mr. Chu's complexion has improved a lot."

"Then I would like to thank Sister Mengxue. If you hadn't turned on the light, the rescuers would not have found us so quickly." Chu Muhan ate his food, pondered for a moment, and said, "I heard from Qianxi that Sister Mengxue wanted to find a job?"

Song Qianxi: "..." Uh, when did I say that?