Chapter 50: Like a Wife

"Well, I came here to ask Song ...... Ask you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Gu Zhuyin didn't want to continue that awkward topic.

"Hmm."

After entering the theme, time flies, and it is dusk in a blink of an eye.

Old man Gu and Gu Zhuyan accompanied Grandma Gu to S Medical University to participate in an academic seminar, it took 10 days, and they originally wanted Gu Zhuyin to go with them, but she only had 10 days to go.

Thereupon......

After talking for a long time, Ling Muyue rubbed her eyebrows, and Gu Zhuyin also rose to a lazy waist.

"Would you like to have dinner together?" Gu Zhuyin asked calmly, Ling Muyue was naturally willing.

"Do you have any ingredients here?"

Ling Muyue shook her head truthfully.

"Wait for me for 10 minutes."

I saw Gu Zhuyin running out like a wind, and 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang as scheduled.

Ling Muyue opened the door, and the person in front of her looked ruddy and panted slightly, and at first glance, he ran back.

Originally, Gu Zhuyin was small, but today Gu Zhuyin is wearing a washed light blue long-sleeved T-shirt with white jeans underneath, this person looks youthful and energetic, and his shrewd and capable style is completely different from the first time he met.

Therefore, our abstinence male god looked at the beautiful woman in front of him again...... Out of control.

Gu Zhuyin's underage dress made Ling Muyue feel a sense of guilt in her heart, and she quickly turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"You go cook, I'll take a bath." Ahem, cold shower.

Gu Zhuyin didn't think much about it, went to the kitchen with a familiar car, and started cooking in an orderly manner.

Soon, Ling Muyue came out of the shower, and a strand of hair hung down on her forehead wickedly, adding a bit of charm.

Changed into home clothes, sucked on slippers, and walked out while wiping her hair, she found Gu Zhuyin who was cooking with her back to her, humming a small tune in her mouth.

It's like a wife.

Such thoughts made Ling Muyue feel the warmth of home in her heart.

Ling Muyue received training as an heir of the family since she was a child, and Ling's father Ling Qian was the president of the Ling Group at that time, so he rarely took care of Ling Muyue, and Ling's mother rarely communicated with Ling Muyue, only his grandfather and Song Wenqi could give him some warmth in this family.

Later, he joined the army, and basically did not meet his parents 3 times a year, and even if they did, they seemed to have nothing to say and were very unfamiliar.

At this moment, the sunset is shining, Gu Zhuyin casually tied her hair in order to facilitate cooking, put on an apron, cut vegetables for a while, and opened the lid to see if the food in the pot was cooked, the picture was so vivid that Ling Muyue couldn't bear to disturb it.

The smoke curled in the distance, and the fragrance was moving in the distance, I don't know how long Ling Muyue stood there and watched.

Gu Zhuyin turned to look at Ling Muyue, who was standing there stupidly, and smiled knowingly: "It's time to eat, do you want to dry your hair first?" ā€

The smile is so moving, so beautiful, and the years are quiet, that's probably what it says.

"Mu Yue?"

"Huh? Oh, no. ā€

Gu Zhuyin brought out a plate of fried vegetables.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, thank you."

This thank you is not only for the dishes you cooked, but also for the warmth you have brought me.

"It's okay, even if you're not there, I'm eating alone, it's boring."

Ling Muyue smiled and walked to the table and sat down.

Gu Zhuyin came out with chicken soup, and because it was too hot, he habitually pinched his earlobe to cool down.

Ling Muyue frowned when she saw it: "I'll just come if it's hot in the future." ā€

Gu Zhuyin smiled and didn't take it to heart, but in the next few days, Ling Muyue really didn't let her serve soup once, or even hot dishes.