Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Thinking of the little girl, thinking of these two words again, pursed the corners of his lips, then raised his eyes to the secretary, his face a little weird.

Then he looked at him up and down with a little weirdness.

"These are what you saw from the TV series at noon?"

secretary:……

Where do you see it from! And noon is my lunch break, I see what is my freedom! What's wrong with watching TV series? Can't straight guys watch TV series? ?

Mu Qi got the answer he wanted, and didn't care about the rant in the secretary's heart. After he waved his hand and let this person go out, he carefully thought about the meaning of this person's words.

Finally, thinking about the secretary’s last words, it’s not good for her, and there is a limit to what she can do to him. If she really copied that limit, she would really ignore people, and the girl would be really ruthless when she was cruel.

Think about what I did at the beginning, and then think about the diligence of the little girl who gave biscuits and food at the beginning, made breakfast, and had dinner with him.

Mu Qi shook his hand, his face still had no expression, but the pen in his hand had fallen on the table.

Looking up at the time, he grinded his molars, trying to eliminate the subtle feeling in his heart.

But the secretary's words kept circling in his ears, making Mu Qi feel a little uneasy.

Finally he couldn't help standing up, holding the car key, and walking out with a sullen face.

like……?

Do you like to ride a horse?

Even if he is wrong, the little girl can't ignore people for a week, right? It doesn't matter if he didn't give the pudding to him that time, breakfast was also gone, and he didn't come in the evening. The whole person regarded him as air.

When I think about this, I think about what the secretary said just now. Mu Qi's whole person is irritable, and he walks faster, regardless of the secretary who wants to come up and ask him what he wants to do next, and go downstairs. I was driving home, but luckily it was already a bit late.

Going home at this time did not attract too many people's attention.

Driving back home all the way, the little girl sat on the balcony and ate the mousse cake. She made the nameous cake this morning. It took a long time and all of her remaining live broadcast time this month was all used up.

Probably because the mousse cake does not need an oven, the little girl hasn't overturned much.

Digesting biscuits with butter as the base, this simple crushing work will not cause any problems, but as for the mousse liquid, Chu Ci has a few more thoughts, made several copies, and got the best one. It is used to make mousse, first freeze a layer, then spread thick fruit, and add another layer on top.

So there is a layer of fruit in the translucent mousse, which looks extremely beautiful.

The little girl cut a piece and put it on the plate, poking her little fork and eating.

After seeing him coming, the little girl actually dared to pout her mouth and pulled down the curtain on one side of the glass balcony in a rage, as if she didn't want to see him.

Then take a small fork and continue to eat.

Mu got out of the car and groaned for a while, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly, as if it was exactly what the secretary said...thing really seems a little big?

After all, the little girl is so angry that she doesn't want to care about people anymore.