There are still a few traces of dark red sunset left in the west, but a faint crescent moon rises in the sky on the other side, exuding soft light. The smell of camphor tree is fragrant, mixed with coolness, and infects Chu Qiao. Her
Her feet stepped on the fallen leaves on the street, and the tender and crisp dead leaves made a "squeaking" sound under Chu Qiao's feet, turning into dust and mud.
There is light in the villa. Sister Wan should be at home, right?
"Sister Wan...it's me!" Chu Qiao walked to the walkie-talkie, stood on tiptoes, and spoke into the walkie-talkie.
"Beep..." With a sound, the iron door opened.
Chu Qiao carried her tight bag and walked into the villa. When she walked into the living room, she saw Meng Yanchen sitting on the leather sofa. Meng Yanchen had his legs crossed, holding a pad in his hand, and the fingers of his other hand on it.
Drag it gently, probably looking at the company's report or something.
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, but then she thought about it. Whether it was public or private, Meng Yanchen was her boss. She had better not offend him. Thinking about it, she walked up to Meng Yanchen and curled her lips.
He said softly: "Yanchen, I'm back."
Meng Yanchen's eyes tightened and he moved his gaze from the pad to Chu Qiao's delicate little face. Sister Wan won't go home until tomorrow, so he was actually the one who opened the door for her just now. He subconsciously liked her well-behaved look.
, an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his phoenix eyes flickered.
"Then if everything is okay, I will go back to the room first..." Chu Qiao's next words made Meng Yanchen's face turn cold. He restrained the anger in his heart and his right hand was inadvertently clenched tightly.
After all, she still doesn't want to appear in front of him!
This realization made him want to split Chu Qiao's head open to see what she was thinking. How could women in this society have such an attitude towards him? Her every move could actually affect him.
Mood. Even just one word can make him unable to control his anger!
"I'm hungry!" Meng Yanchen said in a deep voice.
"What?" Chu Qiao's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled. Did she hear wrongly?
"Chu Qiao, I'm hungry. Sister Wan is not at home today, so you have to cook for me!" Meng Yanchen was afraid that she wouldn't hear, so he simply raised his voice and said. He originally wanted to take her out to eat, but now
He changed his mind. He asked Chu Qiao to cook for him!
Chu Qiao's apricot eyes widened and she looked at Meng Yanchen in disbelief: "You want me to do it?"
The smile on Meng Yanchen's lips became even wider, and he raised his eyebrows: "What? You can't do it?" It tasted bad, so at worst, he would just go out again. However, he just couldn't help but want to tease her more, just to see
She looks so hairy!
Chu Qiao wrung her fingers, raised her eyes and glanced at Meng Yanchen. With a heartbeat, she put her bag on the sofa, turned and walked into the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen, Meng Yanchen's eyes were full of deep thoughts.
A deep smile, with a hint of a successful scheme at the corner of his mouth.
Chu Qiao walked into the kitchen and opened the three-layer refrigerator.
Fortunately, Sister Wan had stored a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat in the kitchen. Chu Qiao rolled her eyes, thought for a while, reached out and took out some ingredients, and started cooking. She learned to cook when she was very young.
Rice. Aunt Xue is her stepmother and has never taken care of her as a daughter. Whenever she doesn't want to cook, she sends Chu Qiao to cook.
While chopping vegetables, Chu Qiao was holding a kitchen knife. She felt dizzy, her vision was a little blurry, her throat felt dry, and she couldn't help but want to cough. Chu Qiao resisted the urge to cough, tried to concentrate, and continued cooking.