My Future Girlfriend

The next day, Mu Fei arrived at Hong Sufen's house. 1,

Like Hong Sufen's previous request, Mu Fei did not buy any gifts. In fact, he really didn't know what to buy. Besides, it was all ‘self’.

"Boom boom."

At the door of Hong Sufen's house, Mu Fei tapped twice.

"Slap."

A moment later, the door was opened from the inside, and Hong Sufen appeared in front of Mu Fei.

"Brother, you are here..."

Upon seeing Mu Fei, a smile appeared on Hong Sufen's face. She nodded and said hello to Mu Fei.

But Mu Fei is a little straight-eyed.

At this time, Hong Sufen, wearing a pair of red bars with wide-brimmed glasses and wearing a purple cartoon home wear, was short-sleeved, with a short-sleeved t-shirt above and a pair of cropped trousers below.

And when Hong Sufen was wearing this dress, her slender, slightly plump arms and legs were all exposed outside, especially her slender jade neck and **** clavicle, which exuded a seductive atmosphere.

In fact, from the heart, Hong Sufen's home wear is normal, but not exposed at all.

But I don't know why Mu Fei hasn't seen Hong Sufen for a long time, or the "suffocating" is too serious recently. When he saw Hong Sufen, he suddenly couldn't move his eyes.

"Ok."

Finding Mu Fei staring at himself, Hong Sufen couldn't help but slightly stunned.

She thought that something was wrong with her dress and looked down.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wrong button, she asked doubtfully: "Third Brother, what's wrong, I, I didn't treat you as an outsider, I didn't change clothes specifically, my home clothes... Yes Question?"

It is precisely this that calls Mu Fei, who is distracted, back to God.

"Uh, no no..."

Mu Fei waved his hand, and then Yin smiled: "Sufen! I haven't seen you in these two months, you are beautiful again, hehehehehe..."

"Huh." A red cloud appeared on Hong Sufen's face, and he pushed his glasses.

She smiled slightly and covered her mouth with a chuckle, "Three brother, you ran so far to college, I don't know if you learned anything else, but your mouth, but more and more you can flicker, giggling... "

Hong Sufen is not that little girl, but a mature woman who has matured mentally and physically.

And a mature woman like her, at this time, she is coy again, and she really has a charm, very attractive.

Mu Fei almost looked straight again.

"Brother, it's cold outside, you go to the house..."

Hong Sufen said, opened the shoe cabinet, took out a new pair of men's cotton slippers, and leaned over to Mu Fei's feet. 1,

As soon as she made this move, Mu Fei suddenly saw two thrilling plumps from her collar, and a deep chasm where people could even drop their eyes.

"Goodong." Mu Fei swallowed reflexively.

"Give me the coat too..."

After Hong Sufen helped Mu Fei to get his shoes, he took off his heavy coat and hung it on the hanger beside him, leading him into the house.

"Brother, you sit..."

Hong Sufen pointed to the fabric sofa in the living room and said that she was busy in the room. She took the prepared fruits, pine nuts, peanuts and other dried fruits, and drinks on the coffee table, and placed them in front of Mu Fei.

"Brother, would you like some fruit and dried fruit, would you like some tea?"

"No, I drink white water, just eat some fruit..." Mu Fei pointed to the orange on the table.

"Well, the fruit is good, appetizing, you can eat more in a while..."

Hong Sufen smiled and squinted at Mu Fei.

Today, Hong Sufen is really happy. Looking at her, it looks like a husband who will be back home for a long time and a young wife who is coming back, with a beaming smile on the pretty face.

However, Mu Fei, of course, did not know that she was so happy, in fact it was because of her own reason.

Hong Sufen looked at Mu Fei a few times, then turned on the TV and handed the remote control to Mu Fei.

"Brother, please take a break first, I'll cook..." Hong Sufen said, his bare calf shook slightly, and walked toward the kitchen.

"Hey, cook so quickly!"

Mu Fei was slightly stunned and looked at his watch: "It's only two o'clock, I have eaten lunch before eleven o'clock..."

"Cough, it doesn't matter if you're hungry..."

Hong Sufen looked back and smiled at Mu Fei: "Eat slowly, and drink without taking up your stomach. Let's drink and say, wait for a drink, it's time to eat..."

"In short, brother, let's rest for a while, I'll be fine soon..."

He said, without giving Mu Fei an opportunity to answer, he entered the kitchen and closed the door with a click.

While Mu Fei was idle, he stood up and walked around and looked at Hong Sufen's house.

Hong Sufen’s house is a standard two-bedroom and one living room, which is not big. She is in her early forties, but because she lives alone, her furniture is relatively simple, so it is a little empty.

Just like the living room of her house, there are no other things except the sofa, coffee table, TV, plus a shoe cabinet hanger.

And those two rooms, one is the living room. Mu Fei stood at the door and looked at him face-to-face. He felt that he was a man and went into the woman’s ‘boudoir’ without permission.

As for the other room, it was Fang Mufei who was polite and walked in.

In this not-so-large study room, the entire wall is full of cabinets, and there are many books on economics, business, and marketing. The books are brand new and neatly placed.

On the other corner, there is a computer desk and a very comfortable boss chair.

Obviously, this is where Hong Sufen worked when he was at home.

None of these matters. What matters is that a small photo frame on her computer desk has attracted Mu Fei's attention.

Mu Fei walked over and looked at the photo frame in his hand.

Among the frames, there is a photo that has faded in age.

The location of the photo is a rural courtyard, a rural couple with a beaming smile on their faces, full of joy and pride.

In front of them, there is a girl with a pursed smile. The girl is innocent and beautiful. Although she is wearing a little shabby and ‘old-fashioned’, she looks much prettier than the girls in many big cities.

The focus of this photo is on the girl, who is showing a college admission letter with a large seal.

This girl is naturally Hong Sufen.

Naturally, the rural couple are Hong Sufen's parents.

In Mu Fei's mind, he couldn't help comparing the current Hong Sufen with the Hong Sufen in the photos.

‘I couldn’t think of Sufen when he was young, so ‘pure’, so ‘cute’, huh...’ Mu Fei smiled heartily.

However, seeing this picture, I thought of Hong Sufen's parents who had passed away, and she had no immediate family members in the world. Mu Fei also regretted her.

In addition, there is another thing that caused Mu Fei's curiosity.

‘From the photos, Sufen’s parents at that time should be...less than forty years old, even if the photo was fifteen years ago, her mother should be only fifty-five years old this year...’

‘The old lady, who died before the age of fifty-five, said so... These two couples are not designated to die, so how did they... die? ’

However, Mu Fei was curious, and doubts were doubts. He couldn't ask this question. This was Hong Sufen's grief. Asking this, didn't it poke her scar?

No way, Mu Fei had to suppress the little doubt in his heart.

There is nothing more to see, Mu Fei went back to the living room and fiddled with the phone.

...

Although Hong Sufen is a ‘superwoman’ at the ‘manager level’, he is also a ‘good hand’ in the kitchen. Within an hour, the meals are ready.

"Brother, wash your hands, let's eat..."

With a smile on his face, Hong Sufen walked out carrying two dishes and placed it in front of the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Good."

Mu Fei was also polite and should wash his hands with a cry.

When he came out of the bathroom, the coffee table on the sofa was already full of plates, bowls, wine, etc.

Mu Fei walked over and looked at the dishes carefully? Just smelling it made him drool.

"Huh, how fragrant..."

Mu Fei sniffed carefully and praised: "Sufen, your craft is good! Six dishes will be made in a while, and they are so delicious..."

"Cough, brother, haven't you tasted it yet? Don't conclude so early..."

Hong Sufen smiled and took Mu Fei's arm to let him sit down and handed over the chopstick bowl: "Come on, try it..."

Without saying anything, Mu Fei stretched out the chopsticks to the sweet and sour pork ribs, caught a bite in his mouth, and as he chewed, a rich flavour of meat diffused in his mouth and spread out.

"Hmm..."

Mu Fei took the chopsticks and pointed to the plate of ribs: "Delicious, delicious..."

Mu Fei did not fool her, Hong Sufen's cooking was indeed very fragrant.

Although none of her dishes are particularly good-looking, she has a rich ‘country flavor’.

It feels like rural, rural areas, using large iron pots and meals made with pure natural materials, not necessarily ‘gorgeous’ and beautiful, but ‘fragrant’.

And Mu Fei's taste has long given Xu Xiaomeng's cooking skills a "diao". Mu Fei is not willing to eat the food in ordinary restaurants, and feels that it tastes tasteless.

Conversely, if he can really praise him, it can be seen that Hong Sufen's cooking is really very good.

"Giggle, it's delicious..." Hong Sufen pursed his lips and smiled.

It can be seen that she is really very happy today. From Mu Fei's entrance to the present, she has been smiling.

"Third Brother, my family is from the countryside. In fact, I would cook when I was very young. Moreover, what I used to cook was better than now..."

"But it doesn't work now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time, and I'm a little bit'hand-born', so I'm so busy making these dishes..."

"I was just worried that it wasn't done well, didn't suit your taste? But listening to you, I'm relieved, giggling..."

Talking, she smiled again.

"Come on, brother, you will try this again..."

She said, took her chopsticks, caught a piece of fish, and put it in Mu Fei's bowl.

"Hey."

It was not until then that Mu Fei noticed a problem. Sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled fish, three silk beans, and baobao meat were all his favorites.

The other two dishes, cold dishes and beef sauce, although not the kind to eat, but Mu Fei is not annoying, just average.

‘Could it be that this table dish is made by Sufen according to my taste, how does she know that I love these? Mu Fei wondered, looking at Hong Sufen.