Guan Mufeng's room is on the south side of the second floor and is connected to the study. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Even though it's a weekend, he's used to working non-stop like this.

He had been reading the quarterly report for half an hour, and he still had no clue in his head. The sound from downstairs from time to time disturbed him even more, so he simply turned off the screen and closed his eyes.

When the eyes are closed, the sense of hearing is naturally sharper.

He heard the sound of chairs moving in the living room downstairs, the soft clatter of glass clashing, and the shallow, imperceptible humming of songs. Unlike the rhythmic tune of pop songs, this song is tactful and long, like the Jiangnan minor tune that I occasionally heard.

Guan Mufeng frowned, his face a little displeased.

After a while, there was a sudden thud downstairs, followed by an exclamation, followed by the sound of glass breaking.

He immediately opened his eyes and wanted to go out to check, but after a moment of hesitation, he closed them again, ignoring the noise outside.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door of the study.

He woke up and sat quietly for a moment before opening the door and saw Qiao Yingying standing in the door with a large bowl of steaming noodles.

"Sir, I think you cooked some noodles before you even eat. Qiao Yingying said with crooked eyebrows, "I don't know how to cook, but the cooked noodles are not bad, do you want to taste them?"

Guan Mufeng's eyes fell on the bowl of soup with a clear color and fragrant face, and he reached out to take it with a faint expression. Qiao Yingying handed over the bowl and immediately hid her left hand behind her back, but Guan Mufeng still keenly caught a touch of red.

"Injured?" Guan Mufeng frowned.

I got injured before I could do much work, and my husband would have thought I was useless. Qiao Yingying immediately shook her head and denied: "No, no, sir, I'm going to work, and I'll collect the bowl later." ”

Qiao Yingying hurriedly trotted downstairs and went into the kitchen to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but she didn't expect Guan Mufeng to come in on his hind feet. She looked at him with big dark eyes and asked, "Sir, why are you here?"

Guan Mufeng glanced at her: "There are no chopsticks." ”

Qiao Yingying's face suddenly flushed, and she stumbled and said, "I... I just want to take it while it's hot... Just forget... Took the chopsticks. ”

The wound on her hand completely fell into Guan Mufeng's eyes, and he frowned and said, "Remember to bandage your hand." The medicine box is on the third floor. ”

Qiao Yingying was annoyed, nodded obediently, and watched Guan Mufeng come out of the kitchen.

When she cleaned the kitchen and returned to the living room, she saw an empty bowl on the dining table, and there was not even soup left.

So fast? Qiao Yingying thought in surprise, and then couldn't help but feel a little proud, it seems that the noodles she cooked are really delicious!

Guan Mufeng, who came out to pour coffee, saw her flower-like smiling face at a glance, was slightly stunned, and then his eyes became more and more cold, and he turned back to the study directly.

Qiao Yingying was full of enthusiasm and scrubbed all the stairs in the living room, and did not stop until after eleven o'clock in the evening. After putting away the mop rag, she straightened up and let out a long breath, looking at the clean floor and stairs, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, but then her little face was a little bitter. She had been busy for hours and hours until now, and she had only cleaned up the hallway, and so many rooms had not yet begun to be cleaned up, not to mention that there was a large courtyard outside.

However, compared to the days when she sat and lay down every day and was so weak that it was difficult to breathe, she not only did not resent such a busy feeling, but liked it very much.

It's just that I sweat a lot, and my clothes are very uncomfortable against my skin, so it seems that I need to take a shower. She first walked lightly to the door of Guan Mufeng's room, listened for a while, and there was no movement inside, confirming that her husband should have slept, and then entered the bathroom on the second floor with confidence.