129. She wants to wash her hands and make soup for him

Mu Er moved his body, nested in Xu Ruiyang's arms, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already eleven o'clock. The bright and dazzling sunlight was blocked by thick curtains, and the bedside table was neatly lined with shirts and trousers.

There was a note next to it, "I went to the company. - Xu Ruiyang】

Mu Er looked at the chic handwriting on the note, and his heart was inexplicably warm.

The soreness in his body made Mur extremely uncomfortable, and Mur called Mur Ming, falsely claiming that he was sick and asked for sick leave. Dressed, Mur wandered around the room.

This is her first time coming to Xu Ruiyang's villa. The villa is a two-story small western-style building, and the balcony on the second floor is facing the large flower bed below, but it is winter now, and the flowers are withering, if it is summer, it must be very beautiful here.

The structure of the interior is very simple, the furnishings in the living room are a few sofas, a coffee table, a guest room on the first floor, two master bedrooms on the second floor, and the kitchen furnishings are very exquisite, but there is a lack of a trace of life.

The whole small western-style building is basically black and white, which looks very sharp and cold.

She thought that for a person like Xu Ruiyang, the room should be bright red or bright pink, which is the logical thinking of normal people. However, looking at the room with a black and white layout, Mur wanted to say two words:

Sullen.

Mu Er leaned on the sofa and watched TV for a while, and the content was nothing more than the host and guests talking nonsense, and then the audience laughed a few times.

called Xu Ruiyang, but said that it was in the shutdown state.

"Is he in a meeting?" Mu Er muttered, feeling a little lost inexplicably.

Thinking of the bits and pieces between Xu Ruiyang and himself before, it seems that there is more than one contradiction between them. When he returns, let's make it clear.

If you want to grasp happiness, then act.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Er searched the entire wardrobe, and finally chose a gray sweater by Xu Ruiyang to put on.

Xu Ruiyang's figure is very strong, and Mu Er vaguely remembers that he seemed to touch his chest last night and watched his abdominal muscles, and he almost drooled. Although Mu Er's figure is also very tall, compared to Xu Ruiyang, he is extremely small and exquisite.

So much so that wearing Xu Ruiyang's clothes can be worn as a long sweater. And what's even more convenient is that you don't have to wear gloves at all.

Mur went to the vegetable market, simply bought some vegetables, went to the supermarket to buy some snacks, and brought a bottle of red wine.

She learned her cooking skills from her mother, who was hand-incapable at the time, and her brother was still in school, so she began to learn cooking at the age of six.

After so many years in the Mu family, she has not touched her cooking skills again. When she was eighteen years old, she cooked, but a feast was exchanged for a full sadness.

Today, she was going to cook for another man, and she thought that if she could, she would wash her hands and make soup for him for the rest of her life.

She used to be crazy for five whole years for a person, and she got nothing. She was tired and wanted to rest.

Therefore, it is her blessing to meet Xu Ruiyang, and it is her greatest luck in her life that Xu Ruiyang can fall in love with her.

Back at home, Mu Er began to organize the ingredients, she made celery roasted chicken legs, vermicelli roasted chicken wings, bean sprouts and winter melon, and a mushroom soup.

Mur also opened the red wine and poured it, and the time was just right, half past five.

Mu Er called Xu Ruiyang, but unexpectedly, the phone you dialed was turned off.

Unspeakable grievances in my heart.

After waiting for another hour, Xu Ruiyang still didn't come back, Mu Er was watching TV on the sofa, the TV protagonist was babbling, Mu Er's heart, like the delicacies on the table, was cold minute by minute. The clanging of the bell on the wall disturbed Mur's thoughts.