Chapter 192

He noticed that Feng Cheng's eyes were fixed on Qiao Wen's warm face. Mu Qinghuan gave a sarcastic smile and immediately held the doorknob. At the moment when it opened, Feng Cheng held her hand, "you wait for me in the car."

Struggling for a while, Mu Qinghuan ignored him and still wanted to get off.

"Mom, why don't we both have dinner instead of dad?" Naive said, heart also opened the door, clamoring to get off with Mu Qinghuan.

What is God assist? Refers to the heart, not only does not deserve one point, but also quarrels to get off with Mu Qinghuan.

"Heart, you coax mom." After that, Fengcheng looked up again and looked at Qiao's warmth.

Eyes suddenly become sharp, Joe warm is not a fool, can see, Fengcheng now department is willing to give her face, also self mocking smile, did not say a word, suddenly stepped on the accelerator to leave.

No one knows better than Qiao Wenwen that Fengcheng cares about her heart. Since she likes muqinghuan, she can't make a big noise right now.

If she wants to live in Repulse Bay, she has to start with her heart.

Wait for Qiao warm a walk, say true, Mu Qing Huan in the heart is not taste, next this meal, eat not happy.

The only relief is that my heart has been feeding her.

After this meal, Mu Qinghuan received a call from Lin Ziyun, "school is over, master, let me take you to class."

"What?" Speechless, Mu Qinghuan asked with exaggeration, "do you have to go to class so late? Are you kidding? "

"You think it's funny, don't you?" Nunu mouth, Lin Ziyun funny said, "master to give you a lesson, that is to look up to you."

"..." what is the logic? Look up to her, so the big night also abuse her?

To film, to perform, to go to school, to make up lessons

I really want to kill myself by bumping into tofu. Do you have it!

Lin Ziyun drove all the way to the red tower.

"The master is waiting for you." Chin a Yang, Lin Ziyun motioned Mu Qinghuan get off.

"What do you mean? Won't you go in? " What's the matter with airplanes? Even if it's a great master, he's a male anyway!

Lonely men and few women, don't worry!

"What are you afraid of? You don't have that shameful idea, do you? I can tell you that the last master used to accept students, but there has never been such a thing as you think. Be honest with me Push open the car door, Lin Ziyun this tone, as if she Mu Qinghuan want strong last name.

"Oh, I see." Mu Qinghuan is speechless.

When she stepped into the living room, she couldn't be speechless. No wonder there was a life assistant beside her. She couldn't bear to look directly at the messy floor and dirty kitchen.

"Master?" Looking up upstairs, Mu Qinghuan roared curiously.

There was no response.

"Master, are you there?" Mu Qinghuan questioned again.

But no one responded.

Well, Mu Qinghuan was just about to go upstairs, but he noticed a note on the table: clean up the room, cook, give you 30 minutes, and then go upstairs to wake up the master for dinner.

The font was written by Lin Ziyun. He fainted.

Miss Lin left the task to her and went out to play by herself?

But in order to let the master teach her, Mu Qinghuan will work hard to clean up the living room.

As for cooking... Although Mu Qinghuan's cooking skills have improved a lot, he is afraid that the master will be too picky. At the same time, he is not sure whether he likes Chinese food or Western food

Finally, Mu Qinghuan made two bowls of noodles with eggs, because the villa... Had nothing to eat.

The utensils in the kitchen are very new. It feels like they have just been decorated.

"Master..." go to the door, Mu Qinghuan with hot noodles, called three times, this just pushed the door to go in.

The man was tall and covered with thin sheets.

"Master, get up and eat?" Mu Qinghuan put down the noodles and squatted on the floor. He couldn't lift the quilt directly. What if, what if he didn't wear clothes?

"Master, master." After three calls in a row, the man did not move. Mu Qinghuan worried that the noodles would not taste good if they were soft, so he stood up boldly and raised his wrist. Originally, he wanted to pinch his shoulder, but the hanging palm just changed its direction and moved to his face because of curiosity.

Breathing deeply, Mu Qinghuan shakes his wrist and touches his mask.

Hehe, she is just curious why he wears a mask.

Just as the finger was about to lift the mask, the strong palm caught her at the same time.

"What do you want to do?" Maybe he just woke up, his voice was hoarse.

"Oh, I want to... Wake the master up for dinner." Mu Qinghuan pointed to the noodles.

"Is that what people eat?" His voice is disdainful. It seems that his requirements are quite high.

Sighing, sighing, Mu Qinghuan sincerely explained, "this is what you eat at home. If you are a teacher, there are only two ways for you to eat or not to eat."

"The third way." The last name raised his cell phone and dialed a call, "well, my favorite one, I'll order supper."

There are 10000 pieces of grass in my heart. Your mother is collapsing. MuQing hugs the noodles happily. "Teacher, waste is shameful. If you don't eat it, then I'm not polite."

"How can I eat it when it's so cold?" He reached out, grabbed the noodles and emptied them into the dustbin.

"My body is so strong that I don't mind eating cold things..." as frightened, Mu Qinghuan looks at the corpse of noodles pitifully.

"Do you mind eating garbage?" He pointed to the trash can.

"Of course I do!" Swallow saliva, Mu Qinghuan nodded heavily.

"You go out, I'll get dressed." In fact, when he opened the sheet, Mu Qinghuan had already covered his eyes and ran away.

In less than five minutes, this guy was dressed neatly and appeared on the stairs. He was not surprised to see that the living room was so clean. He went down the stairs and stood opposite Mu Qinghuan. He threw her a manuscript. "Today, your task is to learn these."

"It's too hard. Why don't we just learn Arabic numerals?" Mu Qinghuan smiles cute.

"Don't you want to follow me?" Sitting on the sofa, he put on the boss and taught her.

Mu Qinghuan frowned and remembered that when she wrote her first song, Feng Cheng also liked to let her learn the staff, but she just didn't want to learn it. What's the use of learning it?

She doesn't want to be a musician, she just sings!

"I don't want to learn staff!" Mu Qinghuan clearly pointed out, where know inexplicably suddenly turned out a ruler, to her palm hit, "learn or not?"

He did it?

"No learning!" She has a temper, too, OK?

"Or not?" Frown, he is a ruler down.

"Just don't learn!" Mu Qinghuan said obstinately!

"..." this time he did not ask any more. Without saying a word, he continued to greet her with his ruler.

"Wait a minute!" Deeply breathing, Mu Qing said cheerfully, "hands are broken, how to learn?"

"There's medicine." After that, he reached out and touched her head. "You are afraid of pain. It seems that this move is very useful. If you are not good, hit you in the palm of the hand until you are good."