My Third Gentleman

Chapter 545 overflowing thoughts (1)

His daughter has always been the best, and it is impossible for parents to stay with the child for a lifetime. Letting her let her feel the tastes of life is the best way for her to grow up.

But in just half an hour, the seafood spaghetti that father and daughter collaborated with was out of the pot. Wushuang held the noodles that looked very appetizing and leaned in front of her nose to sniff. The aroma was overflowing, and she closed her eyes contentedly. "Dad, you are so amazing, you can make the same taste every time."

Jing Hongyuan took off his apron and smiled gently, "All the same ingredients will naturally taste the same, please take it out first."

Wushuang smiled happily. He took the pasta out of the kitchen, and when he turned back, he happened to see Jing Hongyuan tidying up the kitchen. A gentleman like her father did nothing hurriedly and enjoy everything. The process, somehow, she suddenly remembered his Mr. Mu, who had a different personality, but she seemed to have the same attitude towards the kitchen.

Fu Zhixin, she took out her mobile phone and snapped a picture of Jing Hongyuan’s back. Before Jing Hongyuan turned her head, she ran back to the dining table and took another photo of the pasta that had just come out of the pot, and sent it to Mu Jinchen’s WeChat. on.

At this moment, Mu Jinchen was working on the details of the shopping mall with the people at the Thai Royal Palace. He felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrating, frowned slightly, and took it out to take a look.

Seeing that it was the head of a certain little woman's ink painting showing unread information, her frowned brows stretched out, and a soft smile flashed through her deep eyes.

This smile surprised the people in the entire conference room, especially the people in Thailand. This Mr. Mu has never been tolerant since he came to the present. After several days of meetings, everyone’s faces were tired. The color, and this inadvertently gently licking the lips, unconsciously surprised time.

Mu Jinchen, who was immersed in the joy of receiving Wushuang’s message, naturally didn’t know. He slid on the screen and clicked on the message. What he saw were two ordinary photos, one in Jing Hongyuan’s plain clothes and black pants. From the back, the other is a plate of smoked, looking at the delicious pasta.

At the end, there is a line of text, "Dad's pasta is delicious. I think Mr. Mu can practice cooking with Dad Jing when he has time, so that it is easier to tie Mrs. Mu's stomach."

Imagining Wushuang's expression and sweet voice, the corners of Mu Jinchen’s lips stretched wider, and only one word was returned in the end, "Okay."

When I raised my head again, I saw everyone's eyes focused on their own body, frowned involuntarily, and said in fluent English, "Why don't you continue?"

The talents came back to their senses one after another and continued on the agenda of the talents.

Wushuang at this end looked at the phone but was depressed for a long time. She typed so many words that he actually answered her.

Jing Hong's far end came out with another plate of pasta just when he saw his daughter staring at the phone screen in a daze. He smiled knowingly, and said, "Shuangshuang, do you miss her?"

Wushuang only then came back to his senses, pursed her lips and thought for a while, then clicked, "It's kind of, but he's probably busy now, so he ignored me."

"Well, Chen'er is a proper person. Don't be childish."

Wushuang thought about it for a while, frowned and asked, "Am I very childish now?"

(End of this chapter)