She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

Fu Guanmo was still dressed as he was in the morning, but the difference was that he had a white apron tied around his waist.

Tong Mu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Damn, he looks like this...

It's like the ascetic maid in some indescribable movie. His face makes people commit crimes even if he does nothing!

The man held the iron pot firmly and cooked the food effortlessly.

The simple stir-fry in the pot is full of color and aroma, which constantly stimulates Tong Mu's taste buds.

If it were placed in real life, Tong Mu would only see a pot full of strange squirming insects.

Because of Fu Guanmo's relationship, she knew how wonderful the world would be when her eyes returned to normal.

She glanced at the dishes next to her with a blank look, while firming up her mind.

This game is simply sent by God to save her!

She is willing to play for the rest of her life!

I don't know if Fu Guanmo heard her thoughts, but the man suddenly looked over, with no emotion in his dark eyes.

"Have you considered it?"

Tong Mu:......

This guy is deliberately making her feel uncomfortable even eating...

She pretended to wash the vegetables seriously and did not look at him.

He shook his head and said nothing.

Fu Guanmo was not a sympathetic person. He gave her a cold look and put the food in the pot onto a plate.

"Take it out."

His voice became colder.

Tong Mu seemed to be shocked and ran over to pick up the plate.

"Okay, okay."

This at least shows that Fu Guanmo is willing to let her eat and drink.

Of course, even if he didn't want to, Tong Mu would shamelessly do it.

Although she had never cooked before, Tong Mucai could guess that with her qualifications, she was probably another kitchen killer.

She quickly put the dishes on the table and went back to the kitchen door to wait to see if Fu Guanmo needed help.

People were busy in the kitchen, so she couldn't sit outside and play.

He's not her dedicated cook...

I don’t know what the financial conditions of Fu Guanmo’s family are like. If they are average...

Then she could invite him to be the cook at home.

Standing there with nothing to do, she thought wildly in her mind.

Fu Guanmo is quick with his hands and feet and cooks quickly.

When the last dish was put into the pot, he looked up and saw Tong Mu standing at the door eagerly, not knowing what he was thinking.

He paused and said quietly: "What are you doing in a daze?"

The little girl suddenly raised her head like a frightened bird and looked at him with her dark eyes.

Fu Guanmo pursed his lips and said, "Come here and serve the food."

"Oh oh."

Tong Mu quickly went in.

In this era, people who lived in Tongzilou were really not very wealthy.

What's more, they are a young couple who are out to make money, and their life is even more embarrassing.

The kitchen was pitifully small, only big enough for one person to walk around in it, which was why Tong Mu waited at the door afterwards.

The living room is small, the chairs are short, and the furniture is visibly sparse.

Perhaps because of work, I leave early and come back late. There is no TV at home, but there is an old radio.

Tong Mu and Fu Guanmo ate lunch huddled on such a small stool.

Tong Mu was okay, he didn't have much flesh on his body.

But Fu Guanmo felt uncomfortable. Da Ma Jin Dao was sitting there, feeling aggrieved no matter how hard he looked. He even ate less food.

He put down his chopsticks and looked at the person opposite who was concentrating on eating.

"When can you think about it? Set a time."

She finally looked up, her eyes bright.

"Why...are you always so insistent on making me give up this game?"

Fu Guanmo was stunned, as if he didn't expect that she would ask this.

In the past, he was the only one who gave orders and others followed them.

This was the first time I asked him a question like this.

He frowned, his cold brows furrowed.

"Did you think I would harm you?"

Tong Mu buried his head in his meal and said nothing.

It wasn't that bad, she was just a little curious about Fu Guanmo's motives.

He was an A-level player, and he was trying to kill himself, an F-level player. Even she herself found it unbelievable, let alone others.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Fu Guanmo looked at her silently, as if he wanted an answer now.

Tong Mu ate the rice in small bites, his mind running at high speed.

The meal was quiet for a while, with only the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks clinking.

The other party was also very patient, staring at her with a pair of dark eyes.

Tong Mu felt like needles were pricking her whole body, and the food no longer tasted good.

She put down the dishes and chopsticks and tidied herself up under Fu Guanmo's death gaze.

"Can I wait until the game is over?"

In fact, he was not very satisfied with the time given by Tong Mu.

But looking at her like this, she is probably determined.

Fu Guanmo stood up and said, "It's up to you."

He turned around and walked away.

Fu Guanmo was very patient in trying to persuade her to quit the game.

The boss finally left and entered the bedroom under Tong Mu's attention.

Although he looked expressionless, Tong Mu keenly sensed that the boss seemed a little angry.

Tong Mu looked at it for a long time, then suddenly turned around and said, "Who cares, the food is already cold."

Two hours have passed.

As night falls, the window is shrouded in thick fog.

Tong Mu washed the dishes and couldn't help but clean the house again.

She sat on a small stool in a daze for a while and planned to go back to her room to rest.

But before she had taken two steps, a fatal question suddenly occurred to her. She... where would she sleep tonight?

This house is so poor that you can see the whole house at a glance.

After a moment of silence, she knocked on the bedroom door.

After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing Fu Guanmo's iceberg face.

"It's like this, this house only has one bed." Tong Mu pointed inside and explained in a low voice.

Fu Guanmo was stunned for a moment, turned slightly to the side, and motioned for her to come in.

So easy to talk to?

He is so straightforward, which makes Tong Mu feel uncomfortable. He is always an adult man, and he is also a young girl.

Tong Mu changed her tone and whispered: "Actually, I came in to get some quilts."

She raised her head and looked at Fu Guanmo, "If you sleep outside..."

"Don't even think about it."

The man interrupted coldly.

Fu Guanmo felt that he was too indulgent and generous towards her!

No one has ever made such an unreasonable request to him, and no one has ever dared!

He frowned, lowered his eyes, and saw her pitiful look again.

The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them out.

"you……"

Fu Guanmo subconsciously attributed his problems to difficulties in real life. After all, he was a vegetative state who had been lying in bed for more than ten years.

It is normal to have communication barriers.

He lowered his eyes and pointed inside.

"You sleep on the bed."

Tong Mu's eyes widened in surprise, "What about you?"

The man looked away, with a stiff and cold expression on his face.

He smiled disdainfully, his voice flat.

"What are you thinking about? Don't have those unrealistic dreams."

After saying that, he walked in with long legs, opened the closet, took out a few quilts and spread them on the floor.

Tong Mu: "???"

What was she dreaming about? Did she say anything? Isn't this a normal question?