My Third Gentleman

Chapter 318 Good mood (2)

The black wolf still ignored her and continued to walk back to his nest calmly, but his ears and tail moved slightly invisibly, indicating that the greetings to Wushuang were still very useful.

Wushuang is so happy, a good mood for the day begins here.

She really thinks that everything is good in this home, good Mr. Mu, good mother Wu, good Mr. Black Wolf, everything is good.

I simply found slices of bread, ham, and two eggs, one tomato, and made two simple sandwiches. Then I took the fresh milk out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave for a few minutes before bringing it to the table. She deliberately fry a few more slices of ham, and put them in the black wolf's meal pocket. She touched its greasy and black head before going upstairs to ask Mu Jinchen to get up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw him neatly dressed in a casual suit, appearing domineeringly and steadily at the roundabout of the stairs, clasping the cufflinks of his left hand, and walking down casually.

No matter how many times, Wushuang still feels that this man is God’s darling, and his appearance will always be gentle and amazed by the age.

Wushuang waved at him, raised a smile, and said warmly, "Good morning, Mr. Mu."

As soon as he walked down the last stairs, Mu Jinchen heard the little woman's soft voice coming from not far away. He stopped his hand and raised his eyes to look at the little woman who was waving at him, with thin lips. With a beautiful arc, he replied, "Good morning, Mrs. Mu."

Wushuang greeted him, took his hand, and carefully buttoned the buttons on his sleeves. Mu Jinchen clasped the back of her head and gave her a good morning kiss, and said softly, "Thank you."

Wushuang's little hand took his big hand, walked to the dining table, pulled the chair and pushed him down, pushed one of the breakfasts to him, and stared at him with a smile, and said softly, "Quickly Come and taste the sandwiches I made."

Under the eyes of the little woman expecting, Mu Jinchen picked it up and took a big bite, nodded and said, "It's delicious, thank you, madam, for guessing what breakfast I want to eat today. You should sit down and eat, right. Give me your eggs too, one is not enough, you eat less."

Wushuang refused, thinking about frying him another egg, but he said no need.

So, I sat down with a smile, took my own sandwich and took a big bite, chewed it a few times, then took it away from my lips, glanced at it a few times, and wrinkled my eyebrows, "Am I taking candy? The salt is put on the omelette? Why is it so sweet?"

Mu Jinchen was still eating sandwiches, drank a sip of milk and choked off before speaking, "Probably so."

Wushuang put it back on the plate with a little frustration, and said to the man who was eating cheerfully, "Then you still eat, don't eat it, let's go out for breakfast."

Mu Jinchen was still eating calmly, and said lightly, "It's okay, it tastes good if I change it occasionally. Besides, this is the first meal my wife made for me. I think it's delicious."

In this case, Wushuang was taken aback. It seemed that it was the first time he was cooking for him. He made a lot of food for himself. It turned out that he said that he wanted to eat that sweet egg, and his heart felt warm. I continued to eat, but I didn't feel any special flavor.

After the couple had a sweet egg sandwich, they set off for the airport.

(End of this chapter)