12: C12 Su Ziyue?

C12 Su Ziyue?

Qin Muchen put down the thing in his hand and sat up straight. His deep, whirlpool like eyes stared at her. He was extremely focused. "Su Ziyue, how old are you this year?"

Su Ziyue was stared at so seriously by him. She unconsciously became obedient and stood straight. "Twenty-two. "

A satisfied look flashed across Qin Muchen's eyes. His voice, which sounded like flowing water, was very pleasant, but he could still hear the seriousness in it. "As an adult, you have to be responsible for every action you do. Su Ziyue, if you are not responsible, do you want to sleep for nothing?"

"What did you say?" Su Ziyue was shocked by his direct words.

However, Qin Muchen did not want to talk to her anymore. He got up and left the bedroom.

. . .

Su Ziyue hung up her clothes and came out of the bedroom.

She walked quietly to the kitchen door.

Just when she thought she did not disturb the man in the kitchen, Qin Muchen suddenly turned around to look at Su Ziyue and said seriously, "I am not good at cooking Chinese food. I will eat western food for dinner. "

Did this man also have eyes on his back?

"Anything is fine. " Su Ziyue quickly nodded her head. People who did not know how to cook did not have the right to be picky about food!

Qin Muchen nodded in satisfaction.

Su Ziyue leaned against the door and looked inside.

After just one day, she felt that Qin Muchen was a very strange person.

When she hung up the clothes, she paid special attention to the clothes. Although the label had been removed, she could still see the brand of the clothes. The clothes that he bought added up to more than 100,000 yuan.

She thought he didn't have money, but he wasn't stingy.

Although he wasn't from a rich family, he looked rich and overbearing. His aura was very strong, and he didn't look like someone who knew how to cook at all.

His movements were also very well-practiced, so he must have frequently cooked.

None of the scions she knew of knew how to cook.

When she thought about it this way, she felt that Qin Muchen might be a white-collar worker or something.

Qin Muchen's culinary skills were very good. Su Ziyue ate well and also wanted to repay him. After eating, she rushed to put the plates into the kitchen, indicating that she wanted to wash the dishes.

Qin Muchen heard the sounds of "Ding, Ding, Ding," and frowned. He walked to the kitchen door and asked, "Can you do it?"

Su Ziyue heard him and turned to look at him with a fake smile. "Do you think you are the only one who can do it? It's just washing dishes! "

After saying this, Su Ziyue felt a little guilty. Although her life in Su family was not very smooth, she did not need to wash the dishes and cook. In these few years when she was overseas, she still did not learn to cook because she was too busy studying.

Qin Muchen's pretty eyebrows relaxed slightly. He nodded solemnly. "Yes, thank you for the compliment, Miss Su. "

Then, he turned around and left with big strides.

Praise? What did she praise him for?

After Su Ziyue finished washing the dishes, she earnestly cleaned up the kitchen.

When she mentioned the divorce earlier, she was interrupted by him like that. She was embarrassed to mention it again. She was not as shameless as him.

Sleep for nothing? Who was at a disadvantage!

That night, she and Qin Muchen, two unconscious people, were together and something that shouldn't have happened.2

And now, both of them were clear-headed. Today, they received a marriage certificate, and it was perfectly justifiable.

How about she sleep in the living room? Su Ziyue glanced at the sofa and was unwilling in her heart. She tiptoed to the bedroom door like a thief.

She reached out and gently pushed the door open.

There was only one bedside lamp in the room. Under the dim yellow light, Qin Muchen, wearing a loose bathrobe, was sitting on the single sofa and making a phone call. Because of the light, his entire body was covered with a gentle halo, and the cold aura on his body slowed down.

Seeing her standing at the door, Qin Muchen stood up and walked in front of her while holding the phone. There was no emotion on his face, and he did not look as perturbed as Su Ziyue at the moment.

His voice was still clear and pleasant. "I will take a call. Go to sleep after you take a shower. "

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