Leaning in his arms, smelling the faint tobacco smell mixed with cologne water coming from him, her heart was beating wildly.

At such a close distance, although she was facing away from him, her face was still red.

I don’t know if I felt her embarrassment, Qin Muchu suddenly let go, turned around, washed it with the tomatoes and green onions beside her, and then began to cut vegetables.

He did not instruct Zhao Lingxi to do anything anymore. Zhao Lingxi had to watch his skillful cutting vegetables, scrambled eggs, and strips below, and finally put them out of the pot...

His serious expression when cooking was like a poster, deeply imprinted in her mind.

This man was really beyond her expectations.

Two bowls of noodles were placed on the dining table, and Zhao Lingxi looked at Qin Muchu who was wiping his hands in front of him with a little confusion: "That... since you can cook yourself, why do you want me to go home with you?"

"I don't like washing dishes." He glanced at her faintly and gave her an unexpected and reasonable answer.

Well, I originally wanted her to come and be a dishwasher.

Taking a deep breath, she wanted to say something, but she saw that Qin Muchu had already buried her head and started eating noodles.

Although Zhao Lingxi was not hungry, she couldn't help but move her index finger when she smelled the strong fragrance of the bowl of noodles in front of her.

The most important thing is that she was very curious about what the noodles made by a man like Qin Muchu would taste?

The noodles were very hot, so she was careful when she ate them.

I didn't dare to have any expectations for what this big boss made, but at the moment I opened it, it was a delicious taste that I could not have imagined.

How could it be so delicious?

She widened her eyes in disbelief, took a few more bites, and confirmed that she had not had an hallucination just now, then raised her head and looked at Qin Muchu in front of her.

"Have you ever had sex with the cook before?" she asked curiously after swallowing the noodles in her mouth.

Qin Muchu glanced at her faintly. Her ink-colored pupils exuded a cold light like the bright moon in the sky. Her perfect facial features and contours like sculptures were much softer than before in the warm environment at this moment.

"Ha...hehe...I just asked casually, the noodles you made tasted very good...very good..." Seeing that he was just looking at him like that and not talking, Zhao Lingxi had to smile awkwardly and then continue to bury his head to eat.

The atmosphere became unspeakable strange.

"Eat slowly..." Seeing her expression of hard work, Qin Muchu suddenly spoke, and his warm voice came into her ears without warning.

Muran looked up, and she stared blankly at the handsome face in front of her.

Did she have auditory hallucinations just now?

Why did Qin Muchu become like this?

Isn’t he a cold-blooded and ruthless gangster?

Why did you become so warm at this moment?

Have you taken the wrong medicine?

Ignoring the doubts in her eyes, he seemed to have finished eating, and gently put the chopsticks in his hand, reminding him: "Remember to wash the dishes!"

Then get up and walk towards the second floor.

As soon as Qin Muchu left, Zhao Lingxi felt herself relaxing and breathed a long sigh. Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of her, she quickly feasted on it.

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Chapter completed!