Mu Xiang: "?"

"Do you really think the decoration of my house looks good?"

"Ah?" What is this inexplicable question? Mu Xiangyao was a little confused by his solemn attitude, "...it's pretty...good."

Qiao Nan: "...The potted plants on the balcony look good too?"

Mu Xiang thought: "...it's bright red, it's pretty good."

Qiao Nan: "…The carpet pillows in the living room also look good?"

Mu Xiang: "…ah."

Qiao Nan: "...what is on the wall! The Chinese knot on the wall!"

Mu Xiangyao raised his hand and scratched his cheek: "It's very festive."

I don’t know why Qiao Nan looked like he was beaten and slapped after he finished speaking, which made Mu Xiangyao nervous: “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Qiao Nan looked up at the dark sky above his head, and after a while, he "fucked" without saying anything, looking desperate.

Mu Xiang didn't understand why, but only saw that he had suffered a huge blow. He tried to analyze it and slowly pulled his hand out of Qiao Nan's big palm: "Don't you want to get married? It doesn't matter, you don't have to be nervous, although my dad and your dad met..."

The palm was pulled out a little bit, and the big hand that was holding her suddenly released and clenched her tightly, holding her firmly again.

"You dare!" Qiao Nan suddenly lowered his head and stared at her with a sharp look. "Do you dare to continue talking and try it?!"

Mu Xiangyao was not feeling wronged yet: "Then what happened to you?"

Qiao Nan looked at her with a burning look, and hugged her tiredly after a while and sighed: "No, I just suddenly thought of the project on your mentor. I'm so busy with the project when I go back to City B. I'll leave the decoration of the new house to me."

Mu Xiang thought: "…?”

Is this person a changeable?

Still such considerate times?

Mu Xiangxiang felt sweet in his heart and patted Qiao Nan on the shoulder: "Then please give me?"

Qiao Nan hugged her tightly, buried her head in her neck and drilled it hard, as if she had suffered some great grievance.

I don’t know why he suddenly felt like this. Mu Xiangxiang had a good temper and smooth hair.

So, after a long time downstairs, the two of them walked back again. On the way, they talked about their father. Mu Xiangyao asked with a smile: "Did you find out? My dad seems to admire your dad very much."

Qiao Nan glanced at her, recalling the plot direction before she came out, with a deep expression: "You're thinking too much."

"No." Mu Xiangyan was sure that his analysis was correct, "I feel that he had a trick in his hand, and he could sway towards your father like those fans at Mu Song's concert."

Qiao Nan sneered.

Mu Xiang thought: "What are you laughing at?"

Qiao Nan did not answer, looked at the watch, pulled her hand straight into the elevator, pressed the buttons, opened the door, and came out.

After stepping on the elevator to the small entrance between the gate, Mu Xiangying vaguely heard something unusual before he could stand firm.

She was stunned for a moment, slowly looked up and looked at Qiao Nan.

At the same time, the "little fan" she just said, penetrated the door so clearly and echoed in her ears: "...what are you cooking?! You dare to put a piece of brown sugar in the face again!!"

Mu Xiangxiang: "…………………”

Qiao Nan, who was pressed by Dad Mu, who learned a few dishes every month in four years of college, shrugged his shoulders with a look of [you see].

I didn't know where to start asking for it for a while. Mu Xiang thought for a while and still skipped his father's fission: "...Didn't your father say that he... has been cooking for several years?"

Qiao Nan sneered.

"yes."

"Cooking for several years, it's harder to eat every year."

"No problem."

*******

Qiao Yuanshan, who was curled up in the corner of the kitchen [in a trance]: He said that the things I made were hard to eat, hard to eat, hard to eat, hard to eat, hard to eat...

Dad Mu, who snatched the stove, burst out with a strong murderous aura of his short body. [Condescending] [Eye killing]: It’s not unpalatable, it’s shit.

"!!!"

Qiao Yuanshan turned toward the gate [Lost in the Soul]: Is he lying to me? Is he lying to me?

Luo Meisheng [Muscule expression]: "..."

Qiao Rui [the expression is cold but also a little complicated]: "..."

Um……

How to say...

Be more practical.
Chapter completed!