Chapter 12

Su Qianmian sat at the dining table and looked at the bright and juicy 'braised pork'. She couldn't help laughing. In fact, her heart had already rolled with laughter, but there was no expression on her face, and she was a little blue.

Xun Mochen is still a brick face, but this time the brick is black. He will never do it again! Although this does not meet his personality of perfection and non-recognition.

And it is obviously not appropriate to order takeout.

Su Qianmian's cooking is either uncooked or burnt. The only thing he can eat is cilantro that he doesn't like, which makes Xun Mochen, who has always been used to top delicacies, very angry.

"Try it." Xun Mochen said to Su Qianmian.

Su Qianmian raised his chopsticks uncertainly, and the cold wind blew through his laughing heart in an instant.

Under Xun Mochen's sharp eyes, Su Qianmian stretched out her chopsticks to 'braised pork' and picked up a piece of lean meat. Feeling that Xun Mochen's face was a little darker, he quickly let go of the lean meat, and quickly put a piece of 'braised pork' with a little fat into his mouth, pretending to taste: "It tastes very good."

The whole process of eating is simply mutual abuse.

An idea took root in Su Qianmian's mind: "Rice is not for pleasure and appetite, but for killing people."

After a meal, the air was extremely cold.

Su Qianmian felt that the most important thing had not been said and could not leave. After packing up everything, he sat silently on the other end of the sofa and watched the Financial Report with Xun Mochen.

"Ah, this host looks like Wang Liyun. It is said that Wang Liyun and Li Hong are dating. I don't know if it's true."

Xun Mochen took a look at Su Qianmian, and Su Qianmian closed her mouth obediently.

One second, one second, one and a half hours.

It was getting dark outside. Xun Mochen maintained the action of an hour ago and watched "King's Eunuchs" starring Li Hong after "Financial Report", "Weather Forecast" and "Happy Station".

Su Qianmian warned himself over and over again: If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence! Su Qianmian, explode your little universe!

Su Qianmian turned around 30 degrees and turned to Xun Mochen: "Mr. Xun, it's getting late. I have to go back."

Damn, it's not to say, "Xun Mochen, I'm a little person who won't affect you. Just sign the contract and don't bother me, okay!" Why are you whispering and being submissive?

Xun Mochen poured himself a glass of water, wrapped his thin and slender fingers around the exquisite white porcelain water glass, slowly took a sip, only one sip, raised his head to Su Qianmian and said, "Qianqian, you will live here in the future. In addition to cooking, you also clean up the housework."

After saying that, he handed the water cup to Su Qianmian, and the action was as natural as a king.

Su Qianmian held a water cup in her hands and fried Xun Mochen fiercely in her heart!

Su Qianmian began to smoke like a red-hot kettle, and wrote two words on his bloody face: shame and anger!

Shame on the upcoming cohabitation with this man, and angry for being oppressed by this man!

What's more abominable is why he call her Qianqian!

However, after visiting Xun Mochen's luxurious villa, Su Qianmian, a financial fan, has completely forgotten how to write in shame and anger and is full of joy to live in the luxurious residence of this luxury aristocrat.

Her own bedroom is bigger than a four-person dormitory. She opened her clothes such as a suitcase and turned over a bed. Su Qianmian didn't clean it up. She jumped on the IKEA mattress and rolled several times, from left to right, from right to left to left, and then rolled to the ground with a normal sound.

Xun Mochen knocked on Su Qianmian's door outside, and his voice was not slow.

Su Qianmian opened a door crack: "Mr. Xun, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I'm just looking at my twenty-four small clock, and I'm not satisfied with the room."

Su Qianmian nodded like a chicken: "Satisfied and satisfied!"

Xun Mochen smiled and said, "I hate what is forbidden. My assistant has sent it to your mailbox. Remember to take a good look."

Such a smile is charming, as if he is saying, "Beautiful mountains and rivers, a peaceful world."

Su Qianmian swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand to please him: "We should get along well."

Xun Mochen looked down at Su Qianmian's slender and white hands, and the front bangs fell down, covering his eyes.

Xun Mochen held Su Qianmian's hand politely: "Get along well."

His hand is jointed and very powerful, but he doesn't feel sharp and warm, wrapping Su Qianmian's little hand. I pulled away in two or three seconds, which is the courtesy and cultivation cultivated from an early age.

"Why don't you come in and sit down?" Su Qianmian invited.

Xun Mochen thought for a moment and said, "If it's convenient."

However, before he said he couldn't get in, Su Qianmian had already slammed the door.

Xun Mochen's face changed from green to black. After a few seconds of silence, he turned around and left.

Before taking two steps, Su Qianmian opened the door: "Come in, Mr. Xun."

Xun Mochen's face is still a little ugly.

After all, he is a creditor, and Su Qianmian still wants to please him.

"Mr. Xun, sit down casually. I just came here and haven't cleaned up yet. I made you laugh."

Xun Mochen's face is ugly.

"You clean up first and cook after you finish it."

Su Qianmian: "..."

But this can't affect Su Qianmian's mood of enjoying the big room.

Su Qianmian put the messy gadgets she collected neatly one by one, and then put a pot of small cactus next to Xun Mochen's precious tropical fish. Looking at the swimming tropical fish and cactus, she laughed.

Then carefully put your bowl and spoon into the cupboard.

Xun Mochen, who was reading the newspaper, raised his eyes and said, "Did you bring a bowl yourself?"

"Yes, I just bought it two days ago and I like it very much. It's very beautiful, but it's a little expensive. It's more than three times as much as a bowl of the same size. Su Qianmian's face was sweet: "But I like it, I like it~"

Xun Mochen looked at Su Qianmian with an intoxicated face, smiled, and continued to read the newspaper.

Of course, he won't say that his set of five bowls and two plates totaled 3600. Is it 3600 or 6300? Oh, whatever, whatever.

But three days later, Xun Mochen didn't think so.

Every day, Su Qianmian's cooking must be like this: sleep late in the morning, get up when it's almost time for class, and then quickly go down and eat it in his own six-inch bowl; in the afternoon, there is plenty of time to cook rice, resolutely use your own sea bowl, rice and vegetables in your own bowl, and eat with an intoxicated face; watch the electricity when you have nothing to do at night. Looking at it, Su Qianmian cut the watermelon into small pieces, inserted a toothpick, and then... put it in a big bowl and watched TV in her arms... It was like this for three days in a row, and there was a tendency to continue.

When Xun Mochen saw Su Qianmian drinking water with a sea bowl in his hands, he finally couldn't help saying, "Su Qianmian, don't let me see your bowl again. I have an impulse to give you money."

Su Qianmian blinked with bright eyes: "Haha! OK, OK, I'll squat at the door with the bowl and wait for you to go home in the future.

Xun Mochen was shocked by the sentence "waiting for you to come home". Although he knew that Su Qianmian didn't think about it at all, he couldn't help but soften his tone: "Yes, but I have to make a gap in your baby bowl first."

Su Qianmian immediately fled to the kitchen with the bowl in his arms.

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