Quick Wear: The Charming Girl Plays with Everything

"Brother, where is this?"

Qiandai followed Lin Muyan obediently, looked at the completely unfamiliar place in front of her, and asked the questions in her heart.

Lin Muyan suddenly paused, causing her to bump into his back unexpectedly.

It's so hard, and his forehead must have been hit red.

"It hurts~" Qiandai rubbed her forehead with her hand and let out a soft, tender cry, looking so pitiful.

The culprit, Lin Muyan, looked back at her, with no apology on his face. He stared at the pink on her forehead and commented, "Squeamish."

Qian Dai's cheeks puffed up with anger, and she said unconvincedly: "Obviously you are too hard!"

Lin Muyan smiled and said in a playful tone: "Oh? Where is it hard?"

She suddenly realized the ambiguity in the words, her face flushed red, and she stuttered, "Of course...your back."

Lin Muyan's lips slowly curled up into a smile, he felt that she looked easy to bully, his fingers rubbing her and she felt a little itchy.

Suddenly thinking of something, he stopped smiling and turned cold and arrogant again: "This is my private villa. You will live here for the next few days."

Qian Dai frowned when she heard what he said and asked, "Why do we have to live here? Aren't we going home?"

Lin Muyan seemed to have known that she would ask this question, and said lightly: "Then do you know how to explain it to your father when you go home?"

Qiandai choked. She really hadn't thought it through yet.

I can't tell them that Fu Jinwen went crazy and imprisoned her, and then she escaped?

This is definitely not possible!

Qian Dai pursed her delicate lips and whispered, "Thank you for your help, brother."

Lin Muyan stared at her, as if he was staring at a little lamb who didn't know the world, and said maliciously: "No trouble, I will get the reward from you."

"Ah?" Qiandai seemed to be unresponsive, her eyes were blank.

He chuckled, his cold and arrogant brows relaxed, his thin lips parted, and he uttered three words: "Little idiot."

This was the second time he scolded her.

Qian Dai was annoyed and muttered quietly, "What a mean mouth you have."

I don’t know if Lin Muyan heard this. The next second, a cold voice came from the front:

"Come on, short legs."

She clenched her fists and let out a sigh: This is the third time this bastard has insulted her height.

This time, fearing that he might hear her, she dared not say anything but just replied, "Coming," and followed him.

Lin Muyan’s private villa is not big, but the decoration is very elegant. Both the walls and the lights are in warm colors, and the overall look is unexpectedly...warm.

This is surprising.

She thought he would prefer a cool style.

“I hate black.”

Lin Muyan spoke and answered the doubts in his mind.

There was a hint of surprise in her dark eyes: "But the things you use are always black?"

Whether it's clothes or cars...

Lin Muyan sneered: "You are really naive. If your hobbies are made public, it will only give those with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of you."

She didn't take it seriously and curled her lips: "In fact, even if you show it, no one will believe it."

The cold and deep Lin Muyan actually likes things in warm colors?

Anyone who hears this will find it mysterious...

Lin Muyan didn't say anything. This involved the secret in his heart, so he would not tell her.

He changed the subject, "There are no servants here. I'll ask someone to bring you food if you want."

"No need to bother, I can make it myself." Qian Dai said as she walked inside. She saw a room that looked like a kitchen and went in to look around: "Are there any ingredients here?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Muyan's eyes.

The eldest daughter of the Lin family has never done housework. When did she learn to cook?

Did she learn it specifically after she married Fu Jinwen?

His eyes darkened and he felt unhappy.

He raised his feet and followed.

Qiandai searched the kitchen thoroughly but found nothing.

Then he opened the refrigerator door, and there was nothing but wine.

She couldn't help but hold her forehead, and when she saw him coming over, she complained: "Brother, you just use this big kitchen for decoration, right?"

Lin Muyan leaned against the refrigerator and looked at her. He rarely refuted her complaints. Instead, he said, "There is a supermarket nearby. We can go there to buy some."

Qiandai closed the refrigerator door and looked up at him: "Now?"

"Now." Lin Muyan looked at her straight and said affirmatively.

Since Fu Jinwen has eaten the food she cooked, he wants some too.

-

Qiandai was still a little dazed when Lin Muyan brought her into the supermarket.

Originally, she suggested cooking for convenience, but she didn't expect that going through so much trouble would only cause more trouble.

Similarly, she didn't expect Lin Muyan to suggest going shopping for ingredients with her.

He wasn't looking for an opportunity to exploit her as free labor.

Lin Muyan entered the supermarket, took a cart, and glanced at a little kid next to him, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, so absorbed...

How dare you be distracted when you are with him?

He snorted in his heart, pushed the cart in his hand to the side, and then let go.

The wheelbarrow slid in front of Qiandai and stopped. The sound of the wheels sliding on the floor tiles brought her back to consciousness.

She subconsciously grasped the cart's handle and looked at him puzzledly.

"You push it." Lin Muyan said this lightly, walked forward, and then picked the ingredients as a matter of course.

Not gentlemanly at all.

Qiandai stayed where she was, looking at his cold back and thought bitterly.

It was obvious at first glance that Lin Muyan was someone who had never bought vegetables before.

When choosing melons, only pick the biggest ones; when choosing vegetables, only pick the good-looking ones.

Don't consider whether it is fresh or tender.

Seeing him about to put a dozen thick green onions into the cart, she quickly raised her hand to stop him: "Brother, this won't do. Look at the bottom of it, it's yellowed. It looks old."

She then picked out a bunch of tender green onions and held it in front of him: "This one is better."

Lin Muyan glanced at the scallion in Qiandai's hand, then looked at the one in his own hand, as if comparing them.

Qian Dai thought he was still stubborn, but the next second, he obediently put the scallion in his hand back and said, "You choose."

He is indeed not very good at choosing vegetables.

"Brother is still a teachable kid." Qiandai curved her eyes, which seemed to be filled with diamonds, and praised.

Lin Muyan glanced away and said stubbornly, "I'm just worried that I'll have a bad dinner tonight."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't." Her pink lips showed a confident tilt, and her smile was like a ray of sunshine, shining into his heart.

Lin Muyan's heart stopped for a moment:

In the past, he hated such a smile so much that he wanted to tear it apart and destroy it.

But at this moment, what he thought of... was protection.

It’s crazy…

-

After Qiandai took over the task of selecting vegetables, she became very serious and cautious. She paid great attention to both the appearance and quality of the vegetables she selected.

Lin Muyan's eyes fell uncontrollably on her profile, not moving for even a second.

Noticing the cart full of food that had landed beside her, he took it over calmly.

Like all the couples around, the wife was carefully selecting ingredients while the husband was facing the car.

The years are quiet, but so.

At this moment, an almost absurd idea came into his mind:

He seemed... to be enjoying being with Qiandai.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he immediately cut it off.