But thinking of her mother's pale face in the hospital, she swallowed it.

Finally finished eating a table of 'dog food and cat food', Mu Xiaoai lifted the white plastic bag on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

Wash the pigeons, watching the blood slowly flow into the sewer, Mu Xiaoai is a little resistant, she generally can't bear to watch a small life disappear in front of her eyes, so she usually buys finished pigeons, all frozen.

The water was boiled, the pigeons were put in, and the heat was simmered for half an hour, and Mu Xiaoai put in the garlic, green onions, and other seasonings he had prepared in advance, and the next thing was to wait.

Generally more than two hours, the pigeon's nutrition will be fully integrated into the soup, with pigeon soup to replenish the body is particularly effective, he has been stewed for his mother on weekdays, but today he stewed for a strange man, but from his physique can not see where weak, have to let himself stew soup!

Typical sick!

Mu Xiaoai looked upstairs curiously.

"Miss Mu, young master, please go up!" The man who stopped Han Bingbing just now suddenly appeared behind Mu Xiaoai.

"Oh" Mu Xiaoai glanced at the man next to her and nodded, then put down the soup spoon in her hand and followed the man towards the upstairs.

Sikong Jue's study was in the innermost position on the third floor, standing in front of the door, the man nodded his head, and turned to leave.

"Drop", the door opened, Mu Xiaoai was startled, and then reacted and pushed the door in.

The luxury bookstore can be summed up in one big word, with a thick coffee-colored carpet on the ground, revealing a bit of mystery, and various famous paintings hanging on the wall, although Mu Xiaoai doesn't understand, but it may be seen at a glance that it is worth a lot.

There was no figure of Sikong Jue on the office chair in front of the desk, Mu Xiaoai looked around, and did not find where this man was, and suddenly a cold voice came.

"Where are you standing waiting for me to invite you?"

Belch! Mu Xiaoai frowned.

The man sat on the luxurious sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the originally huge sofa looked small at the moment, and Sikong Jue's entire body sank into the sofa.

His slightly short hair, delicate facial features, a pair of breathtaking eyes with a high nose bridge, ruddy lips slightly pursed, his beauty is unrealistic, so he can make every woman who sees him blush and heartbeat.

He was wearing a set of silver-white nightgowns, leaning lazily on the sofa, his legs naturally superimposed, holding a goblet in his hand, the bright red liquid in it was crystal clear, and the fragrance of red wine was in the air.

He blended in with the sofa, like a beautiful oil painting, no wonder I didn't notice him just now.

Mu Xiaoai slowly moved her steps towards the man's side.

"Sit down!" Just a word full of a few commands.

Mu Xiaoai looked at it, and sat down on the sofa opposite Sikong Jue, not so much sitting down as just sitting a little, she didn't dare to look at the man in front of her.

"I'm done with the dishes on the table!"

"Hmm!"

The tone that seemed to be asking was a little affirmative, as if Mu Xiaoai's answer did not match what he thought in his heart in the next second, and he immediately had the posture of throwing Mu Xiaoai out of the window.

"The pigeon soup is stewed!"

"Hmm!"

Mu Xiaoai continued to bow her head and replied.

"Sit down next to me!"

"Ahh Mu Xiaoai stared at the man in front of her, and then looked at the sofa where he was sitting, did she have a place to sit on this sofa?

"Come here, I won't say my words a third time!"

Mu Xiaoai bit her mouth tightly, so she had to get up and sit down next to Sikong Jue, but before she could reach the sofa, a stiff arm pulled her, and she fell directly into Sikong Jue's arms.

"Ahh Mu Xiaoai's face turned red, and she listened carefully to the rapid panting sound coming from above her head.