Chapter 749

When Mu Qingqing was lying in bed, she felt sleepy unconsciously. When she woke up again, it had been more than four hours.

The sky at 3:27 p.m. is light gray, and the sunlight is blocked by large and thick clouds. The occasional passing autumn wind slaps the lace window curtain beside the window seam, shaking one by one, which makes you feel a little careless and dispirited at a glance.

"It's so late..." Mu Qingqing rubbed her eyes and got up to close the window. It looked as if it was going to rain.

When he opened the door of the room, the servant invited by Chengqi was wiping the handrail of the stairs. He saw someone standing in Mu Qingqing for a moment. After all, there was no servant here. Compared with Donglin villa, it was very clean. Only recently, the MK group business like a pile up, a very busy in a strange way, just invited people to take care of it.

"Miss mu, you are awake." When the servant saw Mu Qingqing, he said hello to see if he needed anything. Such as eating, or drinking water and other trivial things, has always been taken care of by servants.

Mu Qingqing answered softly and went down the stairs with the armrest. Mu Qingqing likes to do a lot of small things by himself. But in the past, he was managed by moliancheng in Donglin villa, and the servants were always around him. He was afraid of any neglect, which made him unhappy.

There is heat in the kitchen, which is a long time lost atmosphere in Chenggong residence. Usually, only when something is wrong, he will cook in person and have a meal with Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing walked into the kitchen in doubt. She didn't ask any servant to make food for her. Did she come back in a strange way.

"It's strange..." Mu Qingqing subconsciously called out a strange name, into the kitchen full of food aroma.

"You wake up, wash your hands and eat. Are you hungry..."

"Song Yanshu? How did you get here? " Mu Qingqing is frightened. Song Yanshu is wearing a brown plaid apron at this time. The spatula is very flexible in his hand, like a magic wand. He can make such delicious dishes. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mu Qingqing must have thought it was a high-class hotel takeout called by song Yanshu.

"I didn't come here, but I never left." Song Yan Shu said indifferently, but also did not forget to give Mu Qingqing a cup of fresh coconut juice just squeezed.

Mu Qingqing hated the sweet and greasy taste of leaves since she was a child. She banned the tip of her nose and pushed away the cup in front of her. "I don't like coconut milk. Give me a cup of white water..."

Song Yanshu turned down the fire of the casserole and rubbed it on her apron. Then she leaned down and pushed the glass again in front of Mu Qingqing. She said solemnly, "I read the book on pregnancy guidance that pregnant women should drink more fresh coconut milk, so that their babies will be white, white and tender!"

Mu Qingqing was skeptical. There were always thousands of arguments supporting what was good or bad and what was nutritious or not. It was just as good as before. Otherwise, it would be dazzling enough.

"Why didn't you go all the time?" Mu Qingqing took the cup and took a sip of coconut milk. Unexpectedly, it was so delicious that she simply drank more.

"Well, I'm not busy today anyway. Let's try my craft." Song Yan Shu grinned gently, with a beautiful arc in his mouth. He would not tell Mu Qingqing that he was worried about whether she would do something stupid, so he put off all the work and stayed here to watch her.

Mu Qingqing drank all the coconut milk in the cup, shrugged her shoulders, and took her eyes to the steaming and fragrant food in the kitchen. She couldn't help sighing, "it looks good. I can't imagine that the young master of the Song family will cook in person!"

Looking at the empty glass, song Yan Shu smiles with satisfaction and says faintly, "of course, I will do more than that."

Said, but also naughty toward Mu Qingqing pick eyebrows, elated look with a trace of lovely gas.

"Wow, Hainan chicken rice, dongyingong soup, basil salad Oh, my God, and chicken wrapped in fragrant leaves. You are too good. Where did you find these ingredients? " Mu Qingqing was very surprised. Looking at the Southeast Asian cuisine that has always been available only outside, Mu Qingqing suddenly felt a big appetite.

These days, almost half of my time is forced to eat some tasteless food because of my bad appetite but I have to take the necessary nutrition. When I can adjust my appetite like this, it's really a long time ago.

"I'm welcome..." Mu Qingqing ate very delicious. Song Yanshu sat on the opposite side happily, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat it?" Mu Qingqing still has sauce in the corner of her mouth, and she looks up and stares at her eyes.

Song Yanshu laughed, got up and went to the kitchen, took a glass of milk and put it in front of him, "I lose weight, don't eat these things!"

Mu Qingqing looks at Song Yanshu with a smile. A man with such a perfect figure also says that losing weight is pulling hatred. However, Mu Qingqing doesn't care so much. It's rare that she doesn't need to restrain her figure in the past ten months. Naturally, she wants to eat freely.

Presumably, the child in the stomach also suffered a lot from Mu Qingqing.Song Yanshu always carried his hand behind him. Without careful observation, he didn't feel anything strange. After eating something, song Yanshu urged Mu Qingqing to go upstairs to take a bath, while he cleaned up the remains of the kitchen.

Mu Qingqing also plans to do so. In the evening, there is an interview announcement that has been finalized half a month ago. Chengqi started to call him from last night to remind him not to forget. He doesn't want to help Mu Qingqing deal with the contract mess. After all, the company has been busy enough for him.

Just remembered that her phone dropped on the kitchen table, Mu Qingqing turned back and went back. Just walking to the door, she just saw what song Yanshu was looking for in the medicine box. When she looked up, Mu Qingqing saw that there was a wound on Song Yanshu's left hand, which was still bleeding.

"Are you hurt?"

Song Yanshu probably didn't expect that Mu Qingqing would come back. Subconsciously, he hid his hand behind his back, but accidentally knocked the medicine box to the ground. All kinds of miscellaneous medicine bottles were scattered all over the floor, rolling everywhere.

Mu Qingqing has already seen that, naturally, he won't believe song Yanshu's words. He insists on helping him to deal with his wound before going upstairs. It doesn't matter. Mu Qingqing was really moved. In order to cook for herself, song Yanshu was scratched by a knife. The wound was not shallow, and there was still wet blood.