Chapter 949

At noon, encouraged by Dong Wenfeng, Murong walked into the kitchen.

Originally, Dong Wenfeng wanted to help, but he was directly pushed out by Murong.

"I'll do it myself. If you help me, it's different." Murong said seriously.

Well, Dong Wenfeng can only sit in the living room with a little uneasiness and wait.

Xiaomeng also came out at this time. Xiaomeng was sleeping in the morning and didn't know about the shooting outside the door.

Dong Wenfeng has communicated with Murong. It should not have happened. Don't mention it to Xiao Meng.

So as not to worry Xiaomeng again.

"Why are you so noisy in the morning?" Xiaomeng said while rubbing her eyes.

It seems that Xiaomeng heard Murong's surprised voice in the morning.

"It's all right. Murong had a little temper at that time." Dong Wenfeng smiled.

"Dong Wenfeng, you may not be able to bully Murong." Xiaomeng said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Dong Wenfeng nodded again and again.

Now as long as you can fool the past.

"Bang Dang ~"

Suddenly, something fell from the kitchen.

"Murong? Are you okay?" Dong Wenfeng shouted.

It is estimated that Murong accidentally got the pots and pans on the ground.

"It's all right, you don't have to come in!" Murong replied quickly.

"Is sister Murong cooking lunch?" Xiaomeng also reacted.

"Well, I'm not allowed to help yet." Dong Wenfeng also smiled.

"That's a little expected."

Xiaomeng is also very happy.

Dong Wenfeng smiled without saying anything. I hope she can be happy later.

An hour later, Dong Wenfeng was already hungry.

"Dinner!"

Murong came to the living room with a look of excitement.

"Coming, coming."

Dong Wenfeng wanted to see what Murong cooked and wrote. It took an hour.

I saw four dishes and one soup on the table.

Scrambled egg with tomato, mixed cucumber, fried green vegetables, braised ribs and a bowl of corn ribs soup.

They are all home-made dishes that are easy to cook. They are suitable for beginners.

"Not bad." Dong Wenfeng quickly picked up his chopsticks and prepared to take a breath.

These dishes are surprisingly good. There is no such dark cuisine.

Dong Wenfeng couldn't help glancing at Murong. Is Murong's culinary talent so high?

"Wash your hands first." Murong patted Dong Wenfeng's hand and stopped Dong Wenfeng's eating behavior.

Dong Wenfeng glanced at Murong with some resentment.

There were no such rules for eating before. Murong is a strange detail.

However, Dong Wenfeng was already very hungry, so he didn't bother with Murong.

After washing his hands quickly, he returned to the table.

"Come on, eat this braised spare ribs." Murong virtuously sandwiched a spare ribs for Dong Wenfeng.

"Yes."

Dong Wenfeng was stunned at the moment he sent it into his mouth.

The sweetness seems a little high.

It is estimated that there is too much rock sugar. You can eat it.

"Good, good." in Murong's longing eyes, Dong Wenfeng praised it again and again.

"Is it delicious? I'll cook it for you every day." Murong seems to have found the direction of life.

"Cough."

After hearing this, Dong Wenfeng almost spit out the ribs in his mouth.

"If only a few pieces of rock sugar could be put less, the chef of HAOGE hotel might not be as good as you," Dong Wenfeng said carefully.

Murong thought Dong Wenfeng was flattering her, so he was excited and nodded.

Dong Wenfeng also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Murong had listened to his suggestions.

If you eat this chop every day, Dong Wenfeng is expected to get diabetes.

The next dishes are all OK, but the taste is worse.

The charm of Chinese food lies in this, an appropriate amount of seasoning.

So how much is the right amount? It depends on your grasp.

Subtle differences, the final finished product is completely different.

After eating and drinking, Dong Wenfeng and Murong sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Dong Wenfeng feels that this salted fish life is also very good.

Eat and play every day, carefree.

No, the killer this morning hasn't found out who's behind it.

If this is not solved, Dong Wenfeng will not have to think about living a stable life.

Just when Dong Wenfeng thought so, the mobile phone suddenly received a message.

"Ding ~"

"Your bank account number is RMB 50000000..."

Seeing this message, Dong Wenfeng couldn't help staring.

what? Where did you get $50 million?

Soon, Su Qizhe called, and Dong Wenfeng had an answer in his heart.

"Master Dong, have you received it?" Su Qizhe asked with a smile.

"Sure enough, it's you. Why?"

"Su Qing is everything to me now. It's worth 50 million for her safety," Su Qizhe said.

"But..."

"Needless to say, young master Dong, you deserve it. If you think it's too much, you can spend more time with Su Qing in the future. I'm afraid she will be resistant to men after she is kidnapped by Ji Yuan, and you are the best young man I've ever seen. You must have a lot of common topics."

Hearing this, Dong Wenfeng's expression was a little strange.

How did he feel that Su Qizhe put her daughter in her.

Finally, Dong Wenfeng could only uh - huh and ostensibly promised Su Qizhe.

After hanging up the phone, Dong Wenfeng also had some feelings.

It's worthy of being a big man who eats both black and white. 50 million say to turn.

What else can Dong Wenfeng do? He can only accept it with a smile.

But Dong Wenfeng still has to deal with his business. Hasn't Tian Zhan asked the result yet?

Dong Wenfeng thought of this and called Tian Zhan directly.

"Hey, boss," Tian Zhan said cautiously.

It seems that Tian Zhan knows that he has delayed too long.

"What's the result?" Dong Wenfeng asked directly.

"Well, boss, you'd better come here in person. The killer's mouth is a little hard." Tian Zhan said reluctantly.

"All right, where are the people?"

"It's at the office of the military intelligence office."

"You interrogate me in office building?" Dong Wenfeng's mouth twitched.

If torture is used, companies on both floors can hear it.

It won't be long before the police come directly to the door.

"We have only one place to be prisoners. We have no other funds to rent the place," Tian Zhan complained.

"Well, here I am."

It seems that I have to ask Mr. Tan for some funds sometime.

Otherwise, the work will be difficult to carry out.

Although strictly speaking, this action is only Dong Wenfeng's personal action.

After explaining to Murong, Dong Wenfeng drove to the office of the military intelligence office.

"Boss."

Tian Zhan had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"What's the matter? How long has it been? Your interrogation methods have dropped so much?" Dong Wenfeng said as he walked in.

"Boss, I don't dare stretch out in this office building." Tian Zhan touched the back of his head and said.