When she cooked the meal and brought it to the table, Guan Mufeng and Sun Mo happened to arrive home. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's so fragrant!" Sun Mo approached the table, sniffed it, and exclaimed.

"No wonder Mu Feng, you don't like to eat out, it turns out that there is such a capable little cook at home. She looked at a few dishes on the table, the color was bright and refreshing, the meat and vegetables were suitable, the fish, meat and vegetables and soup were balanced, and she couldn't help but smile.

Guan Mufeng glanced at Qiao Yingying, who was a little blushing, and said with a smile: "Don't praise her too much, the tail should be cocked to the sky." ”

The corners of Qiao Yingying's upturned mouth immediately drooped, and the smile between Guan Mufeng's eyebrows and eyes became more obvious, and Sun Mo's heart moved slightly.

During the meal, she tasted a few dishes, and praised them again, but she suddenly showed a regretful look when she thought of something.

"Yingying's cooking is so delicious, but it's a pity that school will start after this summer, and I won't be able to eat it then. As she spoke, her gaze swept over Guan Mufeng's face very quickly.

Guan Mufeng paused, glanced at Qiao Yingying, and saw that she looked at a loss, and her eyes darkened slightly.

"We'll talk about that then. Let's eat first. He said lightly, seeing that Qiao Yingying was still stunned and didn't move, he put a piece of chicken in her bowl.

"Eat. He spoke in a commanding tone.

Qiao Yingying reflexively immediately picked up chopsticks and began to chop rice.

Sun Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and the smile in his eyes faded.

After eating, because Sun Mo was there, Qiao Yingying didn't go to Guan Mufeng's room to practice listening and speaking, only knocked on the door and sent a cut fruit, and then went into her room.

Sun Mo visited Guan Mufeng's bedroom for the first time, turned around twice curiously, and found that things were really simple, and there were no particularly valuable decorations, and he couldn't help but sigh that he was low-key.

In CEFC's annual operating report last year, the turnover reached 700 billion yuan, which is equivalent to the total GDP of a quasi-first-tier city for a whole year. As Guan Mufeng's chief shareholder, his worth can be said to be beyond imagination.

But in the few months that Sun Mo got along with him, he didn't see a trace of luxury in him. Such a low-key and practical man made her fall in love even more.

A pile of paper on the bookcase next to her caught her attention. She walked over, picked up the top one, and glanced at it a few times, her eyes full of surprise.

It is an English test paper. There are two kinds of handwriting on it, one is delicate and round, and the other is strong and free.

After a little thought, she roughly understood what was going on, and her heart couldn't help but move, and her eyes flashed.

She turned around and raised the test paper in her hand towards Guan Mufeng, who was pouring water, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Guan to be a good teacher!"

Guan Mufeng saw the test paper in her hand and smiled faintly: "It's just a gesture." ”

Scanning the detailed explanations marked everywhere on the test paper, Sun Mo couldn't help but purse her lips.

Is it really just a gesture?

She suddenly remembered that when the two of them were walking at night, Guan Mufeng was about to come back when the time came, and her heart sank suddenly.

She didn't ask any more, put down the test paper, and walked to Guan Mufeng's side.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude? You love this book before you come first. There was a thick book on the desk, and she glanced at the title with a look of surprise.

"I recently turned this book out and re-read it, and the author's semi-causal narrative is really unique. She picked up the book and flipped through it.

Guan Mufeng raised his eyebrows, seemed to be very interested, took the book and picked out some plots in it to discuss with her.

The two talked about British and American literature from One Hundred Years of Solitude, from British and American literature to the cultural differences between China and foreign countries, and from differences to similarities.

Sensing the appreciation revealed in Guan Mufeng's eyes, Sun Mo's tense heart gradually relaxed, and there was a proud look of confidence between her eyebrows: what attracted Guan Mufeng was never just her appearance.