Zhuang wennuan really decided to settle down here. At this moment, under the tossing, the sky outside the window is dark, the night is covered with roofs, and the whole villa seems surprisingly quiet.
Zhuang wennuan is used to living in the center of the city and listening to the sound of traffic. At this moment, the night around her is so quiet that she can hear cicadas singing, which really amazes her.
When Zhuang wennuan finished cleaning up her clothes, she heard the cicadas outside and her stomach rumbling in the quiet time.
She didn't eat anything in the mall at noon. The performance in the afternoon has experienced a scare. She is really hungry.
She pressed her stomach awkwardly. Fortunately, she didn't shout in front of Qiao Muze. Otherwise, she would be ashamed.
However, it's so late. It's not as convenient as downtown. It's convenient to eat.
Zhuang decided to go downstairs to see what the man was eating.
When she stepped down and rotated the building, Zhuang wennuan heard the sound downstairs. It was the crisp sound of the collision of pots and bowls. Even in the air, she greedily smelled the smell of the food.
When she was only halfway down the stairs, she opened her eyes wide. Did anyone in his family come to cook?
Maybe it's aunt cooking. Zhuang warms up and cheers up. You can eat right away!
Zhuang walked down the stairs gently and looked towards the kitchen. Behind the floor window, I saw not the figure of a housekeeper, but
Zhuang's eyes are round again.
Only in the light smoke, a thick black figure stood there, bright luster, reflecting the texture of the kitchen, also let this man appear incomparably warm.
How?
How could he be cooking? Zhuang warm heart hit, a kind of flattered and mixed with guilt seized her.
Can she even eat the food made by Joe Munzer himself?
Qiao Muze is wearing a black long sleeve T-shirt, half of which is pulled up, showing his strong arm. At the moment, he is cutting something on the felt board, serious and handsome.
Zhuang wennuan can't help swallowing her saliva. If so, she will be really upset.
Because she lives here, she will bother him to cook for one more person.
Zhuang Nuan took a deep breath and walked to the direction of the kitchen. Standing at the door, she said, "master Qiao, are you cooking?"
Joe looked back at her. "Are you hungry?"
"Er! I'm not hungry. Not too hungry. " Zhuang Nuan hurriedly shook his head to answer, but his stomach was very impolite to break through her flustered words and grunt.
She hurriedly covered her stomach and looked at the man in front of her, hoping he didn't hear.
But she still underestimated the man's hearing, and his thin lips slightly raised, "go out to the sofa and wait for me, and soon you can eat."
"Oh! All right. " Zhuang wennuan didn't want to be embarrassed any more. She came out and sat on the sofa waiting for him.
Like a child waiting to be fed.
Zhuang wennuan can't help looking at the direction of the kitchen. It seems that at this time, he saw a kind of smoke and fire smell from this man. He must be a person! Not God.
In the past, she always saw his figure in magazines and magazines. He was like that kind of high and cold inaccessible image. After contact, she found that those were only the images he showed outside.
The real Joe muzer, maybe at this moment, is the man who is willing to stay in the kitchen and can cook.
Zhuang warm could not help chuckling and felt really blessed.
Fifteen minutes later, Joe came out with dinner. He learned how to make western food. So tonight's dinner is steak with spaghetti, juice and salad.
Zhuang wennuan smelled the fragrance in the air and knew that this man must not be cooking for the first time.
Zhuang wennuan didn't let him call, so she went to the table and watched the rich dinner. Her appetite surged up.
After Qiao Muze came out, Zhuang wennuan looked up at him, a simple black T-shirt with no mission logo. He could not express his noble spirit when wearing it on him.
"Sit down and eat!" Joe Munzer opened his chair and sat down first.
Zhuang Nuan nodded and sat down. He picked up the knife and fork on the clean silk cloth. Zhuang Nuan cut a small piece of steak entrance, and his eyes lit up.
It's delicious. It's better than what she ate in the restaurant.
Qiao Muze's eyes caught her surprise expression, and the corners of his mouth could not be checked.
He hoped that his own dinner would not disappoint her.
Obviously not.
"It's delicious." Zhuang warm praised a sentence, "did not expect you will cook."
Qiao Muze squints his eyes and hooks his lips to ask, "what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Zhuang Nuan can't help telling the truth, "in my eyes, you are a rich young master born with a golden spoon, the heirs of a rich family, and there are lots of bodyguards around you. Without hands, you can enjoy the top life. It is difficult for ordinary people like us
to get close to and be highly unattainable."
Qiao Muze listened, and his eyes also flashed with a smile, "do I have such a mystery?"
Zhuang Nuan nodded, "yes, I paid attention to you three years ago. I've been looking for an opportunity to get close to you, but I haven't found it for three years. Except for that charity dinner, I saw you for the first time."
After that, Zhuang wennuan felt sorry again. "I'm sorry, I have misunderstood you all the time. I thought that the death of my parents was caused by your company and that you were concealing the truth, so I hate you for three years. "
Qiao Muze did not take it for granted to pick up eyebrows, "as long as the misunderstanding is removed."
Zhuang wennuan shook his head. "I won't hate you any more. I'm sorry."
Choumuze didn't want to hear her say these things, he said in a low voice, "don't mention these things, the past is over. Have a good dinner! Don't waste my cooking. "
Zhuang warm chuckle, began to eat seriously, and, she is also very face, the whole plate is finished, even salad fruit has not let go.
After eating, Zhuang wennuan is waiting to do something. She needs to wash the dishes.
If she lives here in the future, she must share the housework, otherwise, it is unfair to him.
Choumuze swabbed the corner of his mouth gracefully and watched her finish eating and sitting here. He asked in a low voice, "go to have a rest!"
Zhuang wennuan shook his head. "I'll wash the dishes."
"This is my home. You don't need to do housework," joked Joe "No, I can. I'll help my grandma with the housework when I'm at home. I'll do it." Zhuang wennuan insisted, saying that, she got up and was ready to pick up the plate. How could she know that the plate was so heavy that she couldn't lift it with one hand. She had to hold it with two
hands.
How heavy the plate is!
"I will." Joe muzer got up. Seeing how weak she was, he didn't want her to do it.
Zhuang wennuan immediately took the plate aside. How could she know that the plate slipped in her hand and directly slipped down from her hand.
Zhuang warm eyes, want to save, or late, very expensive plate unkindly broken on the ground.
Zhuang warm breath a smothering, head blank quickly squat down, want to save what, stretch out a hand to meet before the biggest piece of debris.
"Don't touch it." Behind him, Joe muzer gave a low order.
But her fingers picked up a piece, and the sharp surface slipped her skin when she didn't want to.
Originally soft skin, immediately red blood beads came out.
"Hiss..." Zhuang wennuan tightens her hand, and her index finger is cut.
Qiao Muze shakes his head helplessly. Is this woman sure to do housework? He leaned down and took her hand. "I'll bandage you."
Zhuang Nuan was kind enough to help, but he didn't want to. The more he helped, the more he hurt himself and broke his plate.
Now, I want him to come and bandage her and take up his precious time.
Zhuang feels like an idiot.
Sitting on the sofa, looking at the man who came over with the medicine box and squatted in front of her, she whispered, "I'm sorry."
Qiao Muze took out the hemostatic sponge very neatly, blocked her injured place, stopped the blood, picked up the gauze and cut a small piece to bandage her.
"Next time you do housework, don't touch it again." Qiao Muse low exhortation way. "But I can't live in your house for nothing!" Zhuang's heart is not happy.