After the divorce, the stand-in ex-wife exploded in the entertainment industry!

Jiang Muqi stared at her for a while, then put some vegetables into her bowl.

"Eat." After saying that, he started eating as usual.

However, he kept staring at her from the corner of his eye. When Si Fuqing stretched out his chopsticks and started eating, Jiang Muqi's eyes became focused and he turned his head to look at her seriously.

Si Fuqing took the first bite of the dish, which was very simple shredded pork with green pepper, but what Jiang Muqi made had an indescribable taste.

It's delicious, but the most rare thing is that the taste is different from that in restaurants outside, but it unexpectedly suits his appetite.

"Your skills are very good." Si Fuqing made a pertinent comment.

When Jiang Muqi heard her reply, the corners of his lips relaxed slightly and his expression softened.

"Then eat more."

Si Fuqing felt surprisingly comfortable during this meal. Sitting next to Jiang Muqi, she didn't feel any pressure or fatigue, but instead felt an inexplicable sense of comfort and relaxation.

Of course, most of the credit belongs to Jiang Muqi's outstanding cooking skills.

During the three years I was married to her, I hid this very well.

After dinner, Jiang Muqi hugged her and sat on the sofa.

He heated up another glass of milk and handed it to her.

"Drink the milk and go to bed early." Jiang Muqi suddenly said a sentence in a cold and hard tone, and then continued to clean his thin wrists.

Si Fuqing was holding hot milk and staring at the tall figure in the kitchen with her chin propped up.

Although washing dishes is completely incompatible with his status, Jiang Muqi has an innate sense of nobility and a strong aura.

It's as if what he is doing now is not a trivial housework, but an artistic performance.

He was even more handsome than ordinary people when he was washing dishes. Si Fuqing was dumbfounded in his heart and turned his attention to watching the drama.

After a while, the movement in the kitchen stopped, and the sofa beside her sank a little.

There is a strong aroma of coffee on the tip of my nose.

Jiang Muqi sat beside her naturally, holding the coffee she had kept privately for a long time.

Si Fuqing glanced at him and saw that he was working hard to serve her tonight, so she didn't care too much about anything with him.

"Jiang Muqi." Si Fuqing found a comfortable position on the sofa and turned to look at him. Jiang Muqi raised his eyes, his eyes drifted over, and he let out a gentle "hmm" in his nose.

The ending is rising, the voice is hoarse and sexy, and it is invisibly sultry.

Si Fuqing stared at his face. The question in his mind had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and just now he suddenly couldn't control himself and wanted to ask it out.

"Jiang Muqi, how did you and Bai Qingqing get along before?" Si Fuqing asked.

One thing she couldn't deny was that she was indeed jealous of Bai Qingqing from the bottom of her heart.

Maybe Jiang Muqi and Bai Qingqing were in this state before?

He will love Bai Qingqing wholeheartedly, be willing to wash her hands and cook for her, and take care of Bai Qingqing patiently and thoughtfully.

In Jiang Muqi's deep and dark eyes, light and shadow were dancing.

His eyebrows seemed to be raised, and the look in his eyes changed slightly.

When he spoke again, there was some joyful emotion in his voice.

"Are you finally willing to face the fact that you are Qingqing?"

Si Fuqing always felt that he was making fun of her, so she turned her head away in frustration.

Since he didn't say it, she didn't have to listen.

Jiang Muqi let out a low laugh and said, "If you are willing to listen, of course I would be happy to ask for it."

Si Fuqing quietly pricked up her ears.

Jiang Muchi's voice was deep and magnetic, "Qingqing and I first met on her university campus. At that time, I was invited to give a lecture at their school. In that lecture, she held the title of President of the Student Union.

Identity, ask me for the secret of success..."

When he recounted the past events, Jiang Muqi's eyebrows softened and his expression was filled with nostalgia.

His expressions all expressed his cherishment of that memory.

"After the lecture, I left at the agreed time and left the classroom, but I was stopped by her in the corridor. She seemed to have mustered up the courage of her life and asked me if I had a girlfriend..."

Si Fuqing sat on the sofa and listened carefully.

Following Jiang Muchi's narration and memories, we walked through the time when the two met and fell in love six years ago.

From Jiang Muqi's moving voice, she slowly sketched out the image of Bai Qingqing, and followed Jiang Muqi to fall in love with that cheerful and confident girl.

I can't help but feel disappointed in my heart, and even a little jealous of the former Bai Qingqing. She was lucky and had someone who loved her from beginning to end.

She enjoyed Jiang Muqi's heart-pounding and unreserved love from beginning to end.

After hearing the end, Si Fuqing's heart started to growl, and she buried her head in the sofa cushions, covering her ears and not listening to it anymore.

By the time Jiang Muqi finished speaking, an hour had passed.

The only audience member didn't respond at all. Jiang Muqi turned his head and looked over, but Si Fuqing had already buried himself in the sofa and fell asleep.

Jiang Muqi lowered his head and smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently lifted up the hair falling from her ear.

When the other person fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were pursed in unhappiness, as if he had been wronged a lot.

Jiang Muqi gently rubbed the tip of her nose with his thumb, and she wrinkled her nose impatiently in her sleep.

Jiang Muqi lowered his head and smiled again, leaned over to pick up the person on the bed, and entered the bedroom.

Si Fuqing woke up in the morning. As soon as he turned over, his body fell into a solid embrace, and there was a strange yet familiar breath above his head.

His body stiffened for a second, and Si Fuqing raised his head.

It was really Jiang Muqi! This man was lying on her bed, sharing a quilt with her last night!

Si Fuqing was so stimulated by this situation that his heart almost stopped. He subconsciously raised his foot and wanted to kick Jiang Muqi out of bed.

Just as I stretched out my foot, my ankle was pulled and hurt.

Si Fuqing was stunned, and belatedly remembered that her ankle had been injured, and she was not suitable for doing strenuous exercise now.

Si Fuqing was so angry that she sat up. As soon as she sat up, she realized that the clothes she was wearing were not the ones she wore last night at all, but the pajamas she had put in the closet.

She was the only one with Jiang Muqi in this room, and just by thinking about it, she could tell who helped her change into the clothes she was wearing.

Si Fuqing was so angry that her chest began to hurt.

Looking sideways at Jiang Muqi, he had the urge to chop this man into pieces and throw him out to feed the dogs.

Jiang Muchi may have sensed the burning gaze in his sleep, so he pressed his forehead and sat up, looking at her sleepily, "Are you awake?"

His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.

Si Fuqing pushed Jiang Muqi's body, how could this man lie down on her bed so naturally and without any grudges.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Jiang Muqi grabbed it, pulled it, and held it in his arms.

Jiang Muqi touched the back of her head and said in a doting tone, "Rest for a while, and I'll prepare breakfast for you."

After saying that, Jiang Muqi covered her with all the quilts on her body.

He stood up and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door thoughtfully.

The anger in Si Fuqing's heart was as weak as a punch on cotton.

The only consolation was that Jiang Muqi was still wearing his suit jacket.

In other words, the two of them just slept together last night without any skin-to-skin contact.