C49

In the villa.

Mo Yan Jue carried the small star upstairs.

Mu Qiqi very consciously followed him.

Thirty million yuan was simply an astronomical figure for her. Even if she were to lose her life, she wouldn't be able to afford it.

It would be better to obediently take care of Little Star, so that he wouldn't be able to find any place to poke around.

A small body was gently placed on the soft bed. The tall figure bent over to examine it for a long time before slowly getting up from the bed.

When she turned around and prepared to leave the bedroom, she saw Mu Qiqi, who was standing in front of the door like a wooden chicken.

Her sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed as she lowered her voice in displeasure, "Why did you come in?"

Mu Qiqi was shocked and immediately recovered from her shock. "I'll come in and take care of Young Master."

"You're already asleep, do you think you can take care of me?" Mu Qiqi's expression became more and more dissatisfied. She really didn't know what she had done wrong. No matter what, she couldn't let him be satisfied.

Speechless flat mouth, Mu Qiqi completely lost, using silence to make the best answer.

"Follow me!"

Just when Mu Qiqi didn't know whether to stay or leave, a man walked past her like a gust of wind, and spoke coldly.

Mu Qiqi despised him from the bottom of her heart, but she still shamelessly followed him out.

Who told him to hold the trump card of thirty million!

….

In the study.

The man leaned back gracefully in his chair and waved his hand. "I'm hungry. Bring me something to cook."

Mu Qiqi respectfully stood in front of her desk. She thought that he had something important to say to her, but she didn't expect him to say, "Am I hungry?"

The chefs in the manor were all hired by the star restaurants with high salaries. If he was hungry, he wouldn't look for the chefs. What the hell was she supposed to do?

He was displeased in his heart, but he did not dare to show it for the huge sum of thirty million. He could only smile hypocritically, "I wonder what Mr Mo would like to eat?"

"Whatever!" Mu Qiqi spat out blood from anger as she said these two words with care.

Casual?

The name of the meal was whatever?

"Can I cook some wontons?" Even though his heart was about to explode, he was still smiling and did not show it.

"Whatever!" Without raising his head, Mo Yan looked at the latest financial news on the computer and spat out these two words.

She quickly left the study room and closed the door. The moment she closed the door, her little pure face tightly knitted her brows. All her dissatisfaction with him was completely vented out by her small fist.

"Bastard!" "What a complete bastard!"

He muttered to himself as he walked downstairs.

Sounds of "Ping Ping Pang Pang Pang" came from the kitchen. The man standing at the stairs on the second floor had deep and serene eyes, and he was in an inexplicably great mood.

After standing there for a few minutes, the man quickly returned to the study room.

A few minutes after he sat down, a knock came from the door of the study.

"Enter!"

As the door opened, the fragrance of sesame oil wafted into the room.

Endless years in and out of high-end restaurants, what kind of delicacies haven't you eaten before?

However, he was infatuated with the culinary skills of this foolish woman.

When the small bowl was placed in front of him, the rich fragrance continuously wafted into his nose.

Ye Zichen tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, but the look in his eyes already sold him out.

Her sword-like eyebrows scrunched together, and then she pretended to be very fierce. "That's it?"

Towards this provocation from a man, Mu Qiqi's face was expressionless. She knew that no matter how good she was at it, he would always have a hundred reasons for dissatisfaction.

"Tell me what else you want to eat." Having long guessed the tricks of a man, Mu Qiqi didn't get angry, and replied in a neither humble nor haughty manner.

"At least cook another dish?"