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Seeing Mu Xue'er's distorted face filled with anger, Mu Qiqi finally lost the resentment she had endured for four years in her heart, and naturally felt at ease.

Returning to the living room, she went straight to the kitchen, thinking about how to cook for Little Star and calm her nerves.

The scene at the amusement park had truly frightened her. If something really happened, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"Miss Mu, I'll make whatever you want to eat." After seeing her enter the kitchen, the chef who was specially hired from the Star Restaurant opened his mouth.

Mu Qiqi smiled very politely. "Can I borrow your kitchen? because I wanted to make something for myself. "

Chef naturally didn't object. It was the first time he had seen a woman stay the night since he had come here. Naturally, he was full of curiosity and respect for her. If she really became Mrs. Mo, it would be troublesome if he offended her now.

"Then do as you please. If you have any problems, just look for me."

"Okay, thank you!"

After respectfully sending the chef out of the spacious and bright kitchen, Mu Qiqi hummed a small tune as she excitedly started working.

….

After the meeting, he rushed home to see his son. When he entered the house, he was immediately attracted by the sound coming from the kitchen.

The warm and gentle voice hummed a small tune. It was indescribably beautiful, causing him to unconsciously slow down his steps and stop the servants from greeting him.

Seeing him gesture to stop them, the servants tactfully retreated, leaving the entire living room to him.

He quietly changed his shoes, undid the buttons on the cuffs of his white shirt, and walked towards the sofa with light footsteps.

Sitting on the sofa, she could just see the figure busily working in the kitchen. The woman in sports clothes looked slim from the back. Her apron was tied around her slender waist, further accentuating her S-shaped figure.

What attracted Mo Yan's attention the most was the fact that the setting sun was just shining in through the large French windows. The golden light hit her busy back and she felt like she was shrouded in silence, a gentle and beautiful atmosphere, giving her a feeling of tranquility.

This kind of feeling caused Mo Yan to be a little absent-minded. In all these years, he had never been so quiet and focused on watching a certain scenery, either working every day or on the way to work, which made him feel like doing such boring things was a waste of his life.

But now, as he watched the woman bustling around in the kitchen, he seemed to have a different thought in his mind.

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Mu Qiqi, who was doing the cartoon noodle soup, looked at the scene that she had made with her own hands and happily laughed. Her voice was clear and pleasant to listen to.

Mo Yan could not help but frown.

What a stupid woman, she could even laugh when cooking.

Feeling that someone was peeking behind her, Mu Qiqi subconsciously turned her head around and saw the man sitting on the sofa with a magazine in his hand.

Her little heart thumped in her chest for a while before Mu Qiqi quickly turned her face away.

When did he come back? Why didn't he hear anything?

Thinking about the dark expression of the man on the way back from the amusement park, Mu Qiqi still had lingering fear. She didn't know if he would continue to make things difficult for her while they were eating.

I just hope to God that I won't be thrown out of the door tonight …