On Thursday of this day, Guan Mufeng arrived home at eight o'clock as usual, and when he saw the four dishes and one soup prepared by Qiao Yingying, he couldn't help but think: This is all made by Qiao Yingying, who can only make noodles?

The two sat down to eat, and when Guan Mufeng ate a crispy roast pork, he casually asked: "How do you make this dish?" Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Qiao Yingying's expression was a little panicked suddenly, and she said, "Roast... Roasted. ”

Guan Mufeng originally just asked casually, but when he saw her like this, he became suspicious, put down his chopsticks, and went into the kitchen.

He glanced at the marble countertops in the kitchen, which were clean, but probably cleaned later. There were no leaves in the trash can, but maybe they had been cleaned up. His eyes fell on the oven, and when he opened it, his expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes surged with anger.

Outside, Qiao Yingying was fidgeting, and suddenly heard Guan Mufeng's cold voice suppressing anger: "Qiao Yingying, you come in for me!"

Her hands trembled with fright, the blood in her whole body coagulated, her little heart fluttered, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she moved into the kitchen with difficulty step by step.

"Sir..." she didn't dare to raise her head, this time Guan Mufeng was so angry, she wasn't sure if it would be useful to take the initiative to admit her mistake.

Guan Mufeng threw an oven manual at her feet and sneered: "This thing is still in the oven, how did you make your dishes?"

She stubbornly said, "I... I put it in later..."

"Still don't admit it?" Guan Mufeng was extremely angry, pointed to the oven, and sneered: "As long as you can turn on the oven, I will believe you." ”

Qiao Yingying glanced at the oven and moved it slowly, her fingers wandering in the button that only explained in English, but she didn't know which one to press. The gaze behind her became colder and colder, Qiao Yingying couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and hung her head, and whispered: "Sir, I didn't make the dishes..."

"Cell phone. Guan Mufeng's tone was cold.

Qiao Yingying obediently handed over the phone.

Guan Mufeng flipped through the call record, and the top was a landline number, and he dialed it directly.

"Hello dear customer, thank you for calling Hsinchu Hotel..."He turned on the hands-free, and Qiao Yingying lowered her head when she heard this voice.

Guan Mufeng hung up the phone with a sneer, looked at the record, and sure enough, it started last Monday. He swept his eyes over the numbers below, and paused slightly when he saw the words "Mr. Li".

The Mr. Li in the Western restaurant, his face was gloomy, and his already blue face was even more ugly, and he threw his mobile phone at Qiao Yingying. Qiao Yingying didn't catch it, the phone smashed on the ground, and it immediately fell apart with a click.

"You're getting smarter. I paid you to hire you, but you fooled me with takeout. Guan Mufeng looked at Qiao Yingying, and his tone was extremely cold and mocking: "Do you think I have to be you?"

A splash of water smashed on the floor tiles, and Guan Mufeng looked stunned.

Qiao Yingying bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, but the tears kept falling down and smashed on the ground crackling, smashing Guan Mufeng's anger slightly, and his face was even more ugly.

I can't cry, I can't cry, it's me who is wrong, and my husband should scold me... Qiao Yingying tried her best to comfort herself, but when she heard that Guan Mufeng was going to dismiss herself, the hesitation in her heart was difficult to eliminate, she couldn't stop crying, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Seeing that she kept crying, Guan Mufeng couldn't scold anymore, her mood became more and more irritable, and finally returned to the room with a calm face and a word.

One night, Guan Mufeng didn't show up again, and Qiao Yingying went back to the room silently after cleaning up, but she still couldn't stop being sad: tonight, it may be her last night here.