The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

The assistant stammered: "It's...that's it. I saw her...Her profile shows...she has a four-year-old son and...and..."

Xie Xize's breath became more and more terrifying, his assistant wanted to cry, he really didn't dare to continue talking, and quickly put all the information in front of Xie Xize.

"You... let's see for yourself!"

The assistant tremblingly placed the tablet in front of Xie Xize, and then quickly backed away, trying to escape the attack range.

This is the information he called out in the shortest time. Although it is not too detailed, it is almost the same.

The assistant originally wanted to find out his son's photo, but after thinking about it, forget it. This is probably adding fuel to the fire.

This time Mo Yanyang thought that he had escaped Xie Xize without danger, but in fact... her disguise was useless in front of him.

Hands, eyes, breath, height, even if they don't show their face, in Xie Xize's eyes, they are all flaws.

There is no demolition on the spot, but more pictures.

but……

Xie Xize really didn't expect to see Mo Yanyang so capable after a few years.

The name on the profile shows Han Yangyang, and the marital status says that he is married and has a four-year-old child.

Mo Yanyang considered it when he went to the account.

She already has a child. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, she reported to herself that she was married. As for the child's father, she said-early death.

The assistants and bodyguards in the house are thinking about how to escape here.

This is terrible.

Xie Xize's usual deterrent pressure has made them feel Alexander, but... now, they can kill them in minutes.

Xie Xize stared at the information closely, his complexion was low and gloomy, and he never smiled modestly on weekdays, his eyes were rainstorm approaching.

He reached out and clicked on the photo of Moyangyang, and suddenly smiled: "I haven't seen you in a few years, but I am getting better and better."

The assistant shuddered, he can guarantee that the takeaway girl is miserable.

...

Mo Yanyang, who was cooking, suddenly sneezed twice in a row, only to feel that his back was chilly, and his scalp was numb.

She murmured: "Is it because you are about to catch a cold?"

Ten minutes later, Mo Yanyang brought out three dishes: "You can see if it is enough, and I will make it later."

Obviously they are very ordinary home-cooked dishes, but the fragrance seems to be alive, and I keep burrowing into my nose, and the hooks are flowing.

The middle-aged man couldn't help swallowing: "It smells so good..."

Mo Yanyang smiled and said nothing.

The middle-aged man picked up a chopsticks with hot and sour potato shreds. After eating, his expression gradually changed a little bit.

Then, a big man, his eyes started to flush: "I..."

The young man chuckled, "Look, I said that this kind of fly restaurant is all pig food, so it's unpalatable to cry."

He was beaten in the face as soon as he finished speaking.

The middle-aged man suddenly cried: "Master, you taste it. It's really delicious. It seems that my mother made this dish when she was a child. She loved to cook this dish. Since my mother passed away, I have never eaten it again. The delicious hot and sour potato shreds are dead..."

The young man snorted contemptuously.

He hugged his arms and looked at it very disgustingly, but he saw that the middle-aged man eats faster and faster, and the fragrance is really... so evil.

The young man thinks about it, forgets to take a sip.

He took off his mask, took a taste of disgust, opened his eyes, and looked at Mo Yanyang in disbelief.

Mo Yanyang smirked at him.

After that, she doesn't need to say anything, those three simple dishes have been swept away.

Subsequently, the two added four more dishes.

When they ate the last vegetable leaf, Mo Yanyang walked over: "268, cash or mobile phone?"

The middle-aged man quickly took out three hundred yuan.

Mo Yanyang turned around to find change.

Suddenly heard a suspicious voice behind him, "Mo Yanyang?"

The long, good-looking young man slapped the table and stood up abruptly and pointed at Mo Yanyang and said, "Yes, it's you, I remember you... You are Mo Yanyang..."

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