After searching, Gu Zhiyan found that there were many similar questions on the Internet.
As a result, the comments below are basically like this:
"How long have you been kneeling down and calling me daddy?"
"It's impossible. Before you even let the other person kneel down, you knelt down first."
"It's naive."
"A man once asked this question, and then... he died."
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What the hell are these comments
Gu Zhiyan read many similar posts in a row and found that they were basically comments like this.
Another poster who posted this question came back to give feedback on the follow-up situation. He only said one sentence: "It's good to be a son QAQ!"
Gu Zhiyan threw his phone aside, sat down and started working on the documents.
He was also desperate because he couldn't defeat Mu Tingxiao.
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Mu Tingxiao spent twenty minutes driving back home.
Mu Nuannuan chased the makeup artists away before, but they were unwilling to leave.
She had no choice but to have someone entertain them for tea in the living room, while she went to the kitchen to slowly cook dinner.
When Mu Tingxiao came back, they had already drank a lot of tea. When they saw Mu Tingxiao again, they seemed to have seen their savior: "Master Mu!"
Mu Tingxiao glanced at them and asked the bodyguard beside him: "Where is the young lady?"
"In the kitchen." The bodyguard pointed toward the kitchen.
Mu Nuannuan is reading the recipe. She has been thinking about a few new dishes recently and plans to make one to try tonight.
While she was flipping through the menu, she heard steady footsteps outside the door.
Somewhat magically, as soon as she heard the footsteps, she knew that Mu Tingxiao was back.
She pretended not to notice and continued to focus on her recipes.
Mu Tingxiao walked over and saw the recipe in her hand from behind her. When he saw the name of the dish on it, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Bitter Melon Stuffed Mousse?"
"You're back." Mu Nuannuan said without looking back, looking very cold.
Mu Tingxiao took the book out of her hand and took advantage of his height to raise it high. Mu Nuannuan turned around and tried to stand on tiptoes to pick up the book, but she was much shorter than him. Can't even touch the book.
Mu Nuannuan had been holding back her anger for a long time, and now she was even more angry.
She angrily kicked Mu Tingxiao's leg: "Give me the recipe!"
"You don't want to look at me when you read the recipe?" Mu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows and said unreasonable words in a serious tone.
Mu Nuannuan raised her chin and glared at him: "Yes, I get annoyed when I see you."
Mu Tingxiao smiled instead of being angry. He put the recipe aside, lowered his head and pecked Mu Nuannuan on the lips, and hugged her before she could react.
He whispered in her ear with a low voice: "Don't you want to help me? I have to ask my wife for this dinner."
His voice was already deep and pleasant, not to mention that he deliberately lowered his voice, so that the word "wife" added a bit of intoxicating tenderness.
Mu Nuannuan felt her ears were itchy, and she reached out to scratch her ears. However, Mu Tingxiao seemed to have guessed that she would do this, and calmly held her hand and gently touched her ears. Kissed: "Are you going to the dinner?"
Mu Nuannuan was so itchy that she shrank her neck and said loudly: "I'm going, can't I just go!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Mu Tingxiao let her go.
Mu Nuannuan's ears were sensitive and turned red now. Mu Tingxiao couldn't help but reach out and pinch them again.
Mu Nuannuan slapped his hand away angrily: "Don't touch me, I'm going to try on the dress."
Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled.
He seemed to have found another weakness in Mu Nuannuan.
"What's so funny? Stop laughing!" Mu Nuannuan pushed her away rudely and went out.
After Mu Nuannuan tried on five dresses in a row, she finally found one that satisfied the stylist.
In the words of the stylist, everything looks good on her, but she thinks Mu Nuannuan can try something better.
While sitting in front of the mirror and being tormented by them, Mu Nuannuan finally calmed down.
Was Mu Tingxiao using a beauty trick just now
It's also a bit like... acting like a spoiled child with her
Judging from Mu Tingxiao's usually gloomy and cold face, he was really acting coquettishly when he hugged her and called her "wife" in a soft voice.
When a man like Mu Tingxiao behaves like a coquettish woman, there really is nothing wrong with a woman!
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An hour later, Mu Nuannuan was finally finished by the stylists.
The stylist said with a look of amazement: "Young Madam is so beautiful like this, go downstairs and show Master Mu a look!"
Mu Nuannuan glanced in the mirror.
The dress she wore was a flamboyant red, which made her already fair skin look so white that it seemed to glow.
The bangs in front of her forehead were combed up, revealing her smooth forehead. A strand of curly hair fell down on both sides of her cheeks. The long straight hair on the back of her head was also made into big curls. With the bright red lipstick of the same color as the dress, the whole person looked... Extremely charming.
Mu Nuannuan was a little surprised when she saw it for the first time.
But after taking a few glances, I felt that she was not much different from usual, except that her makeup made her look more mature and charming.
The dress must be paired with high heels. Mu Nuannuan had never worn high heels before, so she always held on to the stairs when she went downstairs.
Mu Tingxiao had been sitting in the hall and turned around when he heard the sound of high heels behind him.
Mu Nuannuan looked at him expectantly. The stylist said she was very beautiful like this. Would Mu Tingxiao also think she was beautiful like this
However, Mu Tingxiao only looked at her for a few seconds, then looked away and came over to help her: "I'm not used to wearing high heels."
Mu Nuannuan nodded: "Well, I haven't worn it much before."
The stylist chose eight-centimeter high heels for her, and combined with her naked height of 1.67 meters, she was now 1.75 meters tall.
Mu Tingxiao is 1.88 meters tall. There is usually a difference of more than 20 centimeters between the two. But now that Mu Nuannuan is wearing high heels, the height difference between Mu Tingxiao and Mu Tingxiao is not so obvious.
She curiously compared her height with Mu Tingxiao's.
Mu Tingxiao didn't pay attention to this. He turned around and asked the stylist who was following her: "Give her a pair of shoes, not high heels."
The stylist was a little embarrassed: "But if you don't wear high heels, the matching effect will be worse..."
Mu Tingxiao said expressionlessly: "Then I won't go."
"Ah?" Mu Nuannuan asked with a confused look, "Where are you not going?"
"I'm not going to the banquet. The stylist said you must wear high heels. You can't get used to them." Mu Tingxiao looked down at her, his eyes and tone extremely serious.
What is the reason for this
Master Mu's thoughts changed too casually.
"I think I can do it." Mu Nuannuan said and walked a few steps around him.
It's just that she's not used to wearing them, but it's not like she hasn't worn them before. During her internship, the company required her to wear high heels, and she wore them too.
Mu Tingxiao coughed slightly and said, "Then change your clothes and makeup."
The masters behind him suddenly laughed in a low voice. Mu Nuannuan felt blessed for a moment and realized something.