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She was nervous, and her hands were behind her back, twisting and turning to relieve the tension.

Her gaze was dodging, how could it not be enough, she was already very active......

Seeing that Quan Zichen still didn't react, Mu Qingqing raised his head and shouted again: "Brother, ......"

The sound was smaller than a mosquito, if it weren't for the quiet enough in the living room, Quan Zichen would definitely not be able to hear it.

He heard it, though.

In fact, she just took the initiative to kiss him, which had already surprised him, and this "brother" surprised him even more.

"Hmm. He answered, put down the notebook on his lap, and headed for the kitchen.

What does "um" mean? Mu Qingqing was puzzled!

Is he happy or unhappy now? Why doesn't he seem to have any expression on his face......

When Quan Zichen walked to the kitchen, the corners of his lips were filled with a faint smile, it was rare that Mu Qingqing would take the initiative once.

The ingredients in the kitchen have been prepared for a long time, and they are all very fresh vegetables and meats.

He also specially asked people to prepare shrimp and make them for her to eat later.

In fact, after he got up in the morning, he had people prepare these, ready to cook a lunch with his own hands.

Merely...... The shelf still has to be served, it's rare for him to cook, how can he do it without a reward?

As soon as Quan Zichen arrived in the kitchen, Mu Qingqing followed like a fart.

She tilted her head to look at his face, oh, as if she was still angry?

Isn't it? So stingy?

"Brother......" she called again, her voice sweet.

"Hmm. Quan Zichen responded.

Today's Mu Qingqing wears very youthful and sunny clothes, just like an eighteen-year-old girl, sometimes Quan Zichen looks at her more, and she feels that she can't hold it.

Especially when she called him "brother", this appearance reminded him of three years ago.

It's just that three years ago, she was just his "Qingqing......

Three years later, she had become another man's woman......

He regretted it more than once, if he could turn back time, he would definitely take the initiative to pounce on her when she took the initiative to pounce!

Be sure to wipe her clean, and there is no dregs left.

Unfortunately, you can't turn back the clock.

Now, she gave it to other men, and it was ...... Heaven punished him for not cherishing it.

Thinking of this, a trace of bitterness spread through his heart.

The bitterness is like ink seeping into the wood, little by little, into the wood.

Mu Qingqing was still tilting her head to look at Quan Zichen, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, what is this man thinking?

When she flickered, Quan Zichen reacted, slapped her hand away, and frowned: "Go while playing." ”

Hearing that he finally didn't say "um", Mu Qingqing smiled.

"Shall I help you?"

"No, I don't. ”

"When are you going to do it, I'm hungry......"

Quan Zichen put down the dish in his hand, turned to look at her with his arms folded: "Then let's go out to eat?"

"No, no, no, what's out there isn't tasty, unhygienic, unhealthy, I'm going to eat what you made. ”

"Then be patient. ”

"Oh. ”

Mu Qingqing stiffened her head in response, but she still didn't leave the kitchen.

She snatched the dish from his hand without saying anything, and said diligently: "I'll wash, I'll wash." ”

Quan Zichen didn't stop her, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

That's good, too.

Mu Qingqing remembered that the last time he ate Quan Zichen's cooking was in Xishan, and the dishes he cooked were delicious, and he couldn't forget them after eating them once.

Only later, she thought, she would never eat his food again in her life.

Unexpectedly, three years later, there is still room for time to come back.

She washed the vegetables happily and carefully and carefully. Quan Zichen had an arm injury, and she didn't let him touch the water.

She was very skillful in washing vegetables, and Quan Zichen was still helping her at first, and then she stood quietly to the side, looking at her with her arms crossed.

He remembered that when he was in the Quan family before, although she was only adopted, he would never let her do anything.

In the Quan family, she just doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers, and she won't do anything.

Unexpectedly, three years later, she washed the vegetables very skillfully.

Mu Qingqing washed for a while before noticing his deep gaze.

She looked up, smiled at him, and lowered herself to continue washing.

When the greens were washed, she threw them into the small basket. Then she started washing the mushrooms again......

Quan Zichen looked at her silently, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Have you suffered a lot in the three years you have been outside?" he finally asked.

Mu Qingqing's hand was stunned, and a warm current slowly flowed through his heart......

She didn't look up, turned the faucet on a little lower, and continued to wash her little mushrooms.

"No, I had a great time in Paris for three years. She flatly denied it.

If you exclude the first six months in Paris, she is really ...... Pretty good.

"You used to be so lazy that you weren't even happy to serve a meal. Quan Zichen was hoarse, and the position in his heart seemed to be gently pulled, and it hurt and hurt.

He spoiled her for eleven years and loved her for eleven years, just so that she could be lazy all the time.

"People have to grow up slowly. Mu Qingqing said lightly.

Her nose was sore, and she was a little sad.

In the first six months of her trip to Paris, she didn't do anything in order to survive.

Washing dishes in small restaurants, sweeping the floors, handing out flyers for others...... Take the meager money to barely fill your stomach.

There was no place to live, so she wandered around with the doll.

In the summer, it was fine, but in the winter, she couldn't hold on, and the winter in Paris was so cold and cold.?

Especially when it snows, the cold wind mixed with thick snowflakes blows in her face, and she has no warm clothes on her. At that time, she couldn't even find a place to hide from the cold.

Her nose was sore, and her eyes were red.

Those past events, don't think about it.

To this day, she doesn't know how she survived. If she hadn't met Zhang Shuo, she might have frozen to death on the streets of Paris.

Now, let alone washing vegetables, she can do all the odd jobs that others can do.

Quan Zichen's sharp eyes stared at her face tightly, and he noticed the slight change in her face.

Although Mu Qingqing lowered his head at this moment and was washing the vegetables very seriously, he still felt it.

He pulled her shoulders, looked at her eyes seriously, and said in a cold tone: "Mu Qingqing, you tell me, did you suffer a lot in the three years you were in Paris?!"

A trace of sourness slipped on the tip of her heart, and she suppressed the sourness in her heart.

She continued to wash the mushrooms casually, and her tone was normal: "No, I'm doing well, and I'm happy." ”

"Lie!" Quan Zichen snorted coldly.

She's obviously lying!

???? He raised her for eight years, and every time she lied, her eyes were evasive and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.