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Chapter 67: Who doesn’t want to die! Hearing this, Mo Wan froze on the spot, almost dumbfounded; “You——”

What did he say...what did he just say...

"What? Are you afraid that you can't poison me to death?" Pei Yihuan said with a cold sarcasm; "Now, you are afraid, huh?"

Pei Yifeng, who was on the side, was gloating and adding jealousy: "How dare you, a stepmother, to underestimate my second brother's courage. Today I also want to see if Snow White's vicious stepmother can poison me and my second brother to death!"

As he spoke, he moved the two deck chairs to the door of the kitchen and looked at Pei Yihuan with a flattering look on his face: "Second brother, sit down!"

Then, he said to Mo Wan with a proud look like Yang Bailao: "What are you looking at? Cook it quickly! Also, if you dare to put random ingredients in the dishes, don't even think about stepping out of the kitchen tonight.

!”

The purpose of moving those two deck chairs was to spy on her?

Tsk, how childish!

Mo Wan frowned. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and she didn't have the energy to continue tossing with them. Isn't it just a meal? She just had to do her best. She had to go to work at seven o'clock tomorrow morning!

Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to ignore the strong oppressive aura and cut the beans under her hands.

For a moment, the kitchen became extremely silent, only the sound of chopping vegetables continued to echo.

Gradually, Mo Wan's stiff body softened and he focused all his attention on cooking.

Under the dim light, the woman in front of her lowered her head slightly, revealing a white and graceful side face. Her slender hands shuttled in the basin, washing the tomatoes until they were translucent and red, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

...

Unintentionally, his eyes caught sight of the gentle and beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth. Pei Yihuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the slender figure in front of him seemed to overlap with another figure bit by bit...

His mind was in a trance, staring deeply at Mo Wan, no, it was as if he was looking at another person through Mo Wan...

Even the ice in his eyes was gradually dissipating, replaced by a touch of imperceptible tenderness...

Pei Yifeng on the side frowned in surprise. When this stepmother smiled, she looked like Sister Zuo Lan. She really looked like Sister Zuo Lan!

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he realized that she was somewhat similar to Sister Zuo Lan!

Turning his eyes, Pei Yifeng looked at his second brother beside him, only to see that his eyes were slightly narrowed, his face was deep, and he couldn't see the thoughts in it...

Without making a sound, he swallowed back the words that had reached his lips. Even he could see the similarity between the two, so how could the second brother not see it?

Sister Zuo Lan has always been the obstacle in the second brother's heart...

In about an hour, Mo Wan had prepared four dishes and one soup, shredded celery and beef, mapo tofu, stir-fried beans, spicy chicken, and fresh fish soup.

Although it is true that she should not eat spicy food before going to bed at night, she has not eaten spicy food for a long time. For someone who does not like spicy food, it is simply a torture!

He picked up the plate on the table before raising his head, and then he ran into a pair of pupils, as deep as the sea, as black as flowing ink, and layered on top of each other, as if they were trying to absorb people...

Mo Wan was startled and looked at Pei Yihuan in a daze.

There was no coldness and sarcasm in his eyes in the past, but instead they were deep and soft, like the most gorgeous ink flow, and there were some emotions that she couldn't see clearly...

But why is he looking at her like this?

Frowning her brows, while she was still confused, Pei Yihuan withdrew his eyes, regained his usual indifference, and glanced at Mo Wan coldly. He stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

Compared to just now, he seems to be in a worse mood...

"Second brother, aren't you going to eat?" Pei Yifeng was still shouting from behind.

"..." What he responded to was the sound of people going upstairs, and the footsteps were a little heavy...

Mo Wan only felt confused, but it was undeniable that his departure would allow her to have a good meal!

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison you to death?" Mo Wan hummed as he looked at Pei Yifeng who sat down spontaneously.

"Don't be afraid!" Pei Yifeng picked up his chopsticks, picked up a little spicy chicken and put it in his mouth. His eyes suddenly brightened and he said, "As expected, if you want to catch a man, you must first catch his stomach. Vicious stepmother, you have successfully caught him.

My stomach is full, my man! You will be my personal chef from now on, and you will be on call at any time!"

"Bah!" Mo Wan glared at him angrily.

As a result, almost all the dishes on the table were put into Pei Yifeng's stomach. She only ate a little and didn't even drink the fish soup!

The night is getting darker and darker.

A tall figure stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. He stood there motionless like a sculpture, but the smoke rings between his fingers floated upward in circles...

His handsome and indifferent face was shrouded in smoke, like mist but not mist. After a long time, he slowly moved his thin lips and spilled out two words: "Zuo Lan..."

early morning.

On set.

"Is this the fur coat you gave me after dry cleaning?" The hand with red nail polish twisted the corner of the fur coat in disgust, Zhu Biran glared at Mo Wan with an angry look...

Thank you dear Mao Lilan 12, and dear Qin 13370129700 for the reward. See you tomorrow. It will be on the shelves next Wednesday. Then dear friends, please support a certain Lan. I love you. It’s a flash. The number of words is still quite a lot. I hope you dear.

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