"Why?" Xia Qingkong turned her head and asked in surprise.
Mu Chenhao avoided her probing eyes and turned his head to look forward, "There is no reason."
"The young master means that you won't marry me, young mistress, can't you hear this?"
Steamed Bun suddenly said something, which made Qingkong's ears turn red.
"What are you talking about! Steamed Bun, believe it or not, I really steamed you like a steamed bun!" Qingkong's watery eyes glared at Steamed Bun.
Steamed Bun stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.
This farce has just begun for Xia Qingchuan, Shen Miaoyu or Xia Zhenghua, but it is over for Mu Chenhao and Xia Qingkong.
They are already on their way home.
The s600 is driving very fast on the highway.
Suddenly, a discordant sound came from the quiet air, "Gulu."
Qingkong held her stomach in embarrassment, it was her stomach that was growling.
At Xia Zhenghua's birthday party just now, he had already left after just a few glasses of wine before the meal started.
The steamed bun sitting in front couldn't help but smile.
Steamed Bun's smile instantly made Qingkong feel a little embarrassed. She patted Steamed Bun's little head from behind, "Why are you laughing? You've never seen other people's stomachs!"
"I'm sorry, young mistress, I didn't mean to do it." Steamed Bun covered his mouth and turned away, but looking at his trembling shoulders, Qingkong could still feel that Steamed Bun was still smiling!
Feeling a little depressed, Qingkong couldn't help but pouted.
"Azheng, drive faster." Mu Chenhao gently pursed his sexy thin lips with a smile on his lips.
"Yes, Master." Azheng replied.
After receiving Mu Chenhao's order, Azheng stepped on the accelerator of the car and accelerated suddenly.
Xia Qingkong was caught off guard, and her whole body leaned forward.
He was about to have a close contact with the passenger seat.
A big hand was placed directly on her waist...
But it was too late. Due to the effect of inertia, Qingkong's head still rushed forward.
Seeing that it was too late, Mu Chenhao directly stretched his hand to Qingkong's forehead.
Her forehead hit a soft spot directly on Mu Chenhao's palm...
Qingkong stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead, but the pain she imagined did not come.
thank you! Qingkong said somewhat reluctantly.
Mu Chenhao glanced at her with a pair of dark and translucent deep eyes. He took back his hand and shook it gently. The force of inertia made his palm numb.
"Thank you, is that it?"
Qingkong said angrily, "Then what else do you want?"
"I can do whatever I want?"
Mu Chenhao imitated Qingkong's tone of voice, which made Qingkong couldn't help but laugh out loud, and couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you fly three thousand miles in the wind?"
"I didn't eat just now. You have to cook for me when you get back." Mu Chenhao said calmly.
"I made it? What do you want to eat?" Qingkong was a little confused and confused about the eldest young master of the Mu family in front of him. It was obvious that the Mu family had five-stars on call at home around the clock, so why did he need her to cook it.
Although the food she cooked was not delicious, it was far from as delicious and delicious as those cooked by unstarred chefs.
"Just the pasta from last time is good."
Qingkong curled his lips. It turned out that this guy was resentful that Qingchuan had made noodles for him last time and refused to eat them.
"Okay, I am in a good mood today, so I agree to your request." Qingkong said proudly with a slight smile on her pretty face.
Half an hour later, the car slowly drove into the Mu family villa.
In the kitchen of the Mu family villa, all the materials are readily available.
After Xia Qingkong got out of the car, she changed out of her complicated dress into a comfortable silk skirt, put on a bib and started making noodles.
She was not so quick because of Mu Chenhao.
But because! She is so hungry too!
Pasta is actually made by lazy people, and it is not that complicated to make.
Mu Chenhao was also in the kitchen with great interest, watching Xia Qingkong cook, his dark and translucent eyes full of curiosity.
He suddenly discovered that it was interesting to watch the woman in front of him cook.
She lowered her head and looked so beautiful while cooking noodles.
Qingkong added a little hot water to the pot, added some salt, put the noodles in and started to cook. After cooking, added a little olive oil, stirred gently, chopped the onions, garlic and halved the tomatoes. Cut.
Then add some oil, garlic, and onions and lightly fry them, and add some minced meat to make the tomato flavor richer.
The whole kitchen was filled with fragrance, and Mu Chenhao felt his stomach growl, but the sound of frying minced meat was changed.
Mu Chenhao was very lucky that Xia Qingkong did not hear this voice, otherwise he might have lost face.
After waiting for a few minutes, Qingkong took some more tomato paste, added some water, salt, and sugar and stir-fried it evenly.
After frying, you can put it in the pot.
How to complete a bowl of fragrant Italian tomato bolognese spaghetti.
Xia Qingkong was about to put it on the plate when she felt someone hugging her from behind.
Qingkong turned around and saw an enlarged version of his handsome face.
Mu Chenhao's long and distinct fingers gently pulled Xia Qingkong's head.
"Let me go, don't you want to eat noodles? What are you doing!" Feeling the dangerous smell in the air, Qingkong struggled gently.
With a sudden force, he pushed Qingkong to the wall beside him, and gently held her waist with a big hand, suppressing her with his whole body.
The other hand gently fixed her face.
Mu Chenhao slowly approached Xia Qingkong, his eyes were clear and gentle, but very intense.
"Let me go, believe it or not, I'll stab you to death with my chopsticks..." Qingkong waved the chopsticks in her hand that she wanted to use to load the plate.
Before he could speak, his lips were already sealed. Mu Chenhao's movements were very gentle, as if he were handling a rare treasure.
Qingkong's head was empty at the moment, and she couldn't use the strength in her hands, so she dropped her chopsticks to the ground.
In the quiet room, it seemed like only each other was left in the whole world.
His eyes darkened, and the man inserted a big hand from the back of her head into her smooth hair to prevent her head from touching the cold wall.
What should he do? Just a light kiss made him more clear about his feelings.
Qingkong was very uncomfortable and hadn't reacted yet.
"Mu Chenhao! You bastard! Don't do anything! Otherwise, I'll scream!"