Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

When Zhou Chongguang walked into the kitchen, Qin Mu raised his eyes to look at him, somewhat surprised: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Chongguang looked around and smiled, "I'll see if I can help."

Qin Mu said, then lowered his head to stir the boiling water.

She has never done housework, so she is in a hurry, and she doesn't even know what to do with porridge.

Without paying attention, the boiling water splashed on the back of her hand.

Qin Mu'ai yelled, low and small, with a particularly pitiful appearance.

Zhou Chongguang caught her wrist all at once and frowned, "How's it going?"

Qin Mu frowned, his lips pressed tightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Chongguang checked it and sighed, "Why are you so stupid! Fortunately, the injury is not serious."

He turned around and took the medicated oil and rubbed it on her. When he passed the living room, the evil brother didn't lift his eyes.

Zhou Chongguang finished wiping Qin Mu, looking at her, his eyes probably meant to hate iron but not steel: "I can't cook, but I can do it, eh?"

Qin Mu looked at him, almost staring at him.

After a while, she hummed softly: "Don't think of me as Xueer and know nothing!"

"Then what will you do?" Zhou Chongguang lay his hands in front of him, looking at her coldly, "Do you know how to play the piano or paint?"

Qin Mu still stared at him, "Yes, I only know this."

She is also very cute when she is angry, unlike before, she also endures her anger.

Zhou Chongguang smiled: "I know this, it's already very good."

He leaned forward and squeezed her small face in a very low voice, "I can do these rough jobs."

I don't know why, Qin Mu heard a little shame in his words, wanted to ask, but couldn't ask, so he could only get sulking.

Zhou Chongguang was particularly skilled in washing the rice, putting it in the pot and covering it with a lid.

Qin Mu sat at the small dining table and looked at his back with his chin.

He started doing these housework and was quite handy... She knew that when they lived together in the house on Qingshui Road, he had never cooked before, so his skills were learned from other women’s boudoirs. ?

Qin Mu thought so, and asked the same.

Zhou Chongguang turned his body and looked at her with scorching eyes, "You want to know?"

Qin Mu pursed his small mouth, "I don't want to know."

He sighed, walked to her and stood beside her, reaching out and pulling her little head into his arms, with a light tone: "Only when Gu Mei was sick, I took care of her for a few days."

He said that, Qin Mu refused to stay in his arms.

What is he now?

Want to reconcile with her, and then take Gu Mei back, and go back to her previous life?

Qin Mu didn't want to find embarrassment here, so his voice was very small, "I don't want to talk about this with you."

Zhou Chongguang's voice was a little gentle, and he kept looking up at her, "Mu Mu, this is the past that I can't deny. Instead of letting you know in the future, it's better now..."

Qin Mu covered his ears, "Zhou Chongguang, I don't want to hear this anytime."

After she finished speaking, she panted a little, staring at his eyes, her small mouth pursed into a straight line.

Zhou Chongguang's heart was suddenly incredibly gentle, and he reached out and rubbed her long hair, "Little fool."

Qin Mu looked at him with some moisture in his eyes, "I am not."

"In my eyes, yes." He still had a tolerant appearance, which made her look very angry.