"Shizu... It's none of your business. Hold her hand tightly, and the words are like throwing.

The love debt is owed by him, and he will try his best to make up for it, and if he can't repay Han Yayu's love for him, the business will retreat until she is satisfied.

Mu Xiaojing stopped speaking, bowed her head and leaned on his shoulder.

Their love is full of thorns, and they must cross if they want to be together. She didn't want to back down, and she didn't want to back down. Faced with her love, she has to fight.

Back in Jingyuan, Mu Xiaojing went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the two, Leng Yuchen took off his blazer, rolled up his sleeves and walked in.

She stood by the carding table, selected the vegetables, meat and ingredients to be made, and began to pick and clean the vegetables, Leng Yuchen naturally hugged her, "I'll help you." ”

The waist was hugged by someone, and it was inconvenient to move, Mu Xiaojing stopped her busy movements, "Young Master Leng, I haven't picked up a kitchen knife, how can I help?"

"Who said that my cooking is first-class. ”

She hadn't seen it before, how could she conclude that he wouldn't, when he was a child and when he was studying, he didn't do it himself, but he took over the company later, and he didn't have that time.

Turning around, he broke away from his hands, and handed him the peeled carrot with a smile, "Okay, cut this carrot into shreds, let me see it." ”

"Okay, but what are you going to bet on?"

He doesn't do things that don't have a reward, and if he doesn't make an appointment for such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be a waste.

Seeing his leisurely appearance, Mu Xiaojing's heart was shaken, could it really be that she was wrong, the words had already been spoken, it was impossible to take them back, and she didn't dare to gamble.

"Well, if you win, I'll leave it at your disposal, and if I win, I need you to answer some of my questions, and I can't avoid answering!"

Mu Xiaojing peeled another carrot and said: "Also, bet that you will cut it, it's not exciting at all, the two of us cut it together, and winning or losing will be judged by the thickness of the radish shreds." ”

"If you lose, don't cry your nose. Leng Yuchen smiled meaninglessly.

It's useless to change the rules, he will win the same, he used to train with knives all year round, and this bit of knife skills is not a problem at all.

The end result, indeed.

Her movements are not as fast as Leng Yuchen, and the finished product cut out is inferior to his, and the difference in comparison can be recognized by the naked eye at a glance.

With superior skills, she had nothing to say, put down the kitchen knife, and took the initiative to admit defeat, "You won!"

Unexpectedly, he would have superb knife skills when he usually didn't go into the kitchen and didn't make soup, and even she sighed to herself.

"It's just a joke with you, I didn't set an appointment, and I will answer your questions. He put the shredded radish on a plate, washed his hands with the corners of his lips raised, and wiped them with a dry cloth.

"If you say a good bet, you can't help but count, and it's up to you how you want to deal with it. "Dare to bet, she is willing to gamble.

He took her shoulder, put his thin lips on his ears, and said slowly: "That... I want you... Flesh compensation..."

His words made the red tide on Mu Xiaojing's face crown to the top of his head. Leaning on his arms, there was nowhere to put his hands.

"Xiao Jing, I want a child that belongs to you and me, to get back our child who has no chance. Hugging her tightly, Leng Yuchen's expression was no longer joking, and her starry eyes suddenly became depressed.

He had an unprecedented anticipation at the thought of having the blood of both of them in his veins, but it hurt to remember the child he had killed by mistake.

The child is the estrangement and scar between the two, and it will still hurt to the heart when it is revealed.

"Good..."

Raising his hand and clutching the shirt on his chest, Mu Xiaojing replied lightly.

It is better to indulge in the past than to continue the present, and her children will definitely return to her.