I have to say that Murong was really frightened by him when he saw Zhai Mo cooking porridge in the kitchen, before you want to change it, you have to let Murong imagine a manly cooking like Zhai Mo, it is really a bit difficult!

At this moment, Zhai Mo stood in front of the Lian Li table in white clothes, stirring the millet porridge in the pot with a spoon from time to time to make it not paste, or took the kitchen knife on the side and cut everything on the cutting board.

"Wait a few more minutes and the porridge will be ready in no time. As he spoke, Zhai Mo also put the freshly cut shredded radish into a container on the side, preparing to put them on soy sauce, vinegar and other seasonings, and mix them cold.

Appreciating Zhai Mo's methodical movements, Murong said unhurriedly, "I want to go home." ”

Looking at the decoration of this villa, Murong knew that it was a miracle that she could get a taxi here, so she told Zhai Mo that she was going home, in order to let Zhai Mo find someone to send her back, or lend her a car and let her leave.

After Murong finished speaking, the movements in Zhai Mo's hands were stunned. It was just that Murong was joking, and he didn't take it seriously, or Zhai Mo knew that Murong really wanted to escape from him and escape from here, but he just didn't want Murong to achieve what he wanted!

"I said I wanted to go home!" Looking at Zhai Mo's unaffected movements, Murong was angry, and without thinking too much, he walked to the cooking table, waved his hand and slapped away the salt shaker that Zhai Mo had just taken in his hand.

The salt shaker then rolled around the table a few times before it stopped swinging. Fortunately, this glass salt jar was not shattered because of Murong's movements.

"Don't mess around, just sit down at the table and get ready to eat. Zhai Mo was not angry because of Murong's actions, but because of her sudden incursion. The reason is that she is afraid that she is in the kitchen, in case she touches the freshly boiled porridge, or is accidentally injured by a kitchen knife or other sharp utensils.

Murong looked at Zhai Mo's slightly frowning brows, and asked without any ups and downs in his voice, "Do you think I'm messing around?"

In fact, he roared in his heart: Nima, what woman would tell a man in the middle of the night that she was going home was a nonsense move?

"Aren't you making trouble now?" Zhai Mo answered Murong's question as he brought the prepared side dishes to the table.

At least among the women he knows, such behavior is already within the scope of vexatiousness.

But, heh, if he were the same as before, he wouldn't wash his hands and make soup for women. Of course, apart from the family, if the mother knew about this today, how unexpected would it be?

Resentment......

Sure enough, he began to hate her too!

Murong turned around with a look of surprise and walked towards the position at the door. Since Zhai Mo didn't want to send her home, she would just walk back by herself.

"Where are you going?"

Before he reached the door, Zhai Mo's voice came from the kitchen.

"Go home. Murong didn't find her shoes in the shoe cabinet at the door, and recalled the scene when she left the hospital at noon, at that time, cough, she was carried out of the hospital by Zhai Mo, so her shoes weren't here, right? Standing at the door and thinking about it for a while, he held the doorknob, opened the door, and prepared to go back in Zhai Mo's slippers.

However, when half of his body leaned out of the door, the other half of his body was still at the entrance, but he was pulled by Zhai Mo's arm.