The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing came to the zero-degree bar at night as usual, with a pair of crystal clear peach eyes, looking at Yan Jun wide.

"Am I not cute?" She pointed to her nose.

The corners of Yanjun's lips twitched, "But...love."

"Lovely, why did you fire me?" Mu Wanqing's white and tender cheeks puffed up slightly with anger.

Yan Jun: "..."

Does it have anything to do with whether you can fire you?

Why doesn't this woman have the consciousness of being a wealthy young lady at all, isn't she happy to help Ye Yuchen count the money?

"I do not care."

Mu Wanqing sat on the high-footed bar chair, leaning her legs comfortably, "Unless I am compensated for one month's salary, otherwise I will not leave."

Yan Jun: "..."

Worthy of being Ye Yuchen's woman.

One opening is three hundred thousand, more ruthless than him.

Mu Wan leaned on her cheeks, thoughtfully, "For such a great job, I didn't do anything wrong, and second, you didn't go bankrupt and expelled me inexplicably. I won't recognize it."

She looked like a little rascal, and looked at Yan Jun stubbornly, which made him feel hairy.

After all, Yan Jun is indeed guilty of conscience to fire Mu Wanqing.

"Check her out." Yan Jun gritted his teeth.

The pain was for a while, and the waves were calm.

In order to prevent Mu Wanqing from having trouble with him in the future, Ye Yuchen would definitely make him unable to eat.

Soon, the bartender handed her the salary card.

"Enough loyalty." After receiving the salary card, Mu Wanqing jumped off the bar chair and patted Yan Jun on the shoulder.

The corners of her pink lips raised slightly, and she said, "If I come here for a drink in the future, I must remember to give my old friends a free bill!"

When the voice fell, Mu Wanqing waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

Yan Jun: "..."

This woman has to make an inch.

The key is what she can do if she has an inch, doesn't it depend on Ye Yuchen's face?

Yan Jun sighed lightly and shook his head helplessly.

...

Mu Wanqing has no part-time job.

It is still summer vacation. The Royal College of Art she had been admitted to before has not yet started.

Therefore, she can only do nothing in the rose garden every day.

Mu Wanqing squatted in the garden, picked a flower casually, grabbed one petal, and another petal...

Steward Pan received a call from Ye Yuchen and immediately came to look for her, "Miss Mu, Master said that I want to eat your pineapple rice tonight."

Hearing this, Mu Wan leaned forward.

"Oh." She nodded nonchalantly, "But if you have stomach problems, it's better not to eat pineapple."

Steward Pan was startled slightly, "Then before you..."

Didn’t you plan to let the young master eat 15 consecutive meals of pineapple rice, earning enough to pay for medical expenses?

But steward Pan did not say these words.

Mu Wanqing was the little flower in his hands, smiling sweetly and brightly, "Steward Pan, this is very understandable."

"how to say?"

"When I need to make money with pineapple rice, of course I have to fool him into eating more; but when I am too lazy to cook, I have to persuade him not to eat..."

Mu Wanqing's long curled eyelashes fluttered.

She smiled, and her eyes were bent as bright as a crescent.

Steward Pan: "..."

It sounded something wrong, but he was completely powerless to refute it.

"In short, Master wants you to cook tonight."

Steward Pan can only smile, "Miss Mu, Master told me that I am here, and you ask for more blessings."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

But she can only cook pineapple rice!

Is it possible to make a pineapple rice without pineapple?

Mu Wanqing felt that he was very big head, but still bite the bullet and walked into the kitchen.