Yin Chuyu woke up early in the morning lying in Mu Yihan's arms. The man had obviously lost his guard and did not take any further measures. He just crossed his arms and hugged Yin Chuyu tightly.
There were still tears on his face. He looked embarrassed and his eyes were red, but he slept extremely soundly. Yin Chuyu wanted to get up, but he couldn't move because he was hugged tightly.
Seeing movement in the person in his arms, the man gradually opened his eyes.
"Sir, although I don't recognize you, I really should go home..." Yin Chuyu looked helplessly at the stranger in front of her, but the response she saw was an angry face with a reproachful tone.
"He won't come to you at all... Did he come to find you after you were missing all night...?" Mu Yihan's worry is not unnecessary. It's not that Yin Chuyu hasn't thought about it, it's just,
It's really time for me to go home... It's even more embarrassing to disturb me here than to disturb that man. I just slept like this all night with someone I don't know and have no relationship with. I already care about it. Yin Chuyu is not such a casual person...
The window was open, and there were gusts of autumn wind blowing in, bringing a chill. Because it rained last night, the temperature dropped sharply, and it was very cold. Yin Chuyu hadn't noticed yet, and she was only wearing a long skirt.
unlined garments.
Seeing that the woman in front of him was shivering, Mu Yihan took the initiative to hug Yin Chuyu. Yin Chuyu hid with some discomfort. When the man saw this, he could only put his coat on her first, for fear of making her worry again.
Suddenly he stood a little further away. Mu Yihan admitted that he was the one who understood Yin Chuyu the best in the world...
"I'm going to make breakfast..." Mu Yihan immediately ran down to the kitchen and put on an apron with a smile on his face. Yin Chuyu stood on the stairs and looked down, and saw the man wearing an apron standing in front of the pots and pans, playing with them.
It does look a bit like it.
Because it was very cold, Yin Chuyu went downstairs and poured a glass of water. She sat on the sofa. She held the cup and felt a little warm. It didn't look as bad as she thought. The owner must be a very clean person and hardworking in running the house.
Too much...
Things were arranged neatly, as evidenced by the cleanly washed quilts, sheets, tablecloths. She watched the man fry eggs skillfully and wash the pots cleanly, and she was really impressed.
Suddenly, the man suddenly turned around, took the sandwich and salad on the plate, and stared at the woman on the sofa with a smile on his face.
"Please taste it, Miss..." Just like many years ago, he stood in front of the girl in the floral skirt, offering breakfast prepared by himself. He was not a good cook, and the girl vomited on the floor because it was unpalatable.
From then on, Mu Yihan fantasized about the love affairs between those sweet lovers every day, but if there was a chance to cook, of course he could only let himself cook for the eldest lady.
The eldest lady has been pampered since she was a child, so how can she know how to cook? Her cooking may not be as delicious as hers...
When Mu Yihan went to study in the UK in his early years, he worked as a waiter in a small restaurant owned by a Chinese for a period of time. He did hard and tiring work, but in order to be able to cook a delicious meal for his beloved girl
Things that I put a lot of thought into.
Mu Yihan, who is now the boss of the mafia, is still a senior chef and is unknown to everyone...
If it weren't for the young lady's adoption, he, the illegitimate son of a mafia boss, would have starved to death and frozen to death...