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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Three days later.

Murong loves the residence.

"I said, we have something to talk about, something to say, can you not use this black thing to scare people?"

Wang Yue's face stiffened and looked at the charred-like sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him, it was so dark half a month ago, and it was still so dark half a month later, without the slightest progress.

Wang Yue couldn't help but reluctantly reverie, God gave Murong a cold and enchanting peerless beauty, and also gave him a demonic IQ, why not add a few points to his cooking skills.

Murong dragged his pretty face with his fair-skinned and beautiful hands, his sleeves were rolled up smoothly, revealing half of his pink and crystalline arms, his beautiful eyes blinked, and he asked very seriously: "Have you ever heard of stinky tofu?" ”

"I used to eat it when I was a kid." Wang Yue paused and said curtly: "You don't want to tell me that this thing you made is a truth about stinky tofu, it smells stinky and tastes good, right?" ”

"Uh-huh!" Murong was like a playful little girl, nodding vigorously at Wang Yue, as if the charred sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him were really delicious.

Wang Yue shook his head and said, "Don't say goodbye, I don't want to go back and make trouble!" ”

"You dare not eat!" A goblin is a goblin, no matter how gentle the disguise is, it still can't change this essence, two pink and beautiful hands pinched Wang Yue's cheeks, pulled hard to the left and right, and rubbed a few times from time to time, kneading Wang Yue's cheeks into any strange shape.

Murong had enough of bullying him, got up, stretched his proud posture, hooked his green jade fingers at Wang Yue, and said seductively: "Go, I'll take you out to eat." ”

Wang Yue shook his head at Murong affectionately, and then walked to the luxurious and luxurious kitchen, and said lightly: "Let me show you what real cooking is." ”

Murong blinked his beautiful eyes affectionately, and a stunning smile pursed on his lips, which overshadowed the precious flowers placed around, and immediately sat at the dining table like a good girl, waiting patiently.

After a while, a faint faint fragrance of vegetables wafted out of the kitchen, causing Murong to sniff fiercely several times.

After a while, Wang Yue walked out with both hands on the serving plate.

Looking at Wang Yue, who was walking slowly, Murong patted the spotless milky white dining table with some impatience, urging: "Hurry up!" ”

"Oh!" Wang Yue quickened his pace, three steps and two steps, and walked to the dining table, the meal was very simple, two bowls of tomato egg noodles, and a plate of sauce-flavored beef.

Murong was as affectionate as a little girl who saw candy, her eyes were shining with starlight, and she shouted, "Chopsticks, chopsticks!" ”

Wang Yue handed the chopsticks to Murong Confession, judging by Murong Confession's demeanor of quickly taking the chopsticks, Wang Yue thought that Murong Confession would be a little anxious when he ate something, but as a result, Murong Confession ate very elegantly, which was exactly the same as Han Jinhe.

Wang Yue sat opposite Murong and ate his bowl of tomato and egg noodles, the children of poor families have long been in charge, although Wang Yue can't cook too complicated meals, but he still has his hands on these homely meals.

Murong poured out a small amount of food, she could only eat half a bowl of noodles at most, but now she ate the whole bowl.

Murong leaned comfortably on the back of the soft chair, and his fair-skinned beautiful hand stroked his lower abdomen without a trace of fat, and said, "Wang Yue, I didn't expect you to cook quite delicious." ”

Wang Yue was also full, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said lightly: "That's because you are usually used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and suddenly you feel novel when you eat homely meals." ”

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've eaten egg noodles with tomatoes, but what you make is delicious." Murong paused affectionately, and looked at Wang Yue with beautiful eyes, as if he had seen a rare diamond, with a slightly seductive taste in his eyes.

An ominous premonition came to Wang Yue's heart, Wang Yue pulled the corners of his mouth, carefully said the guess in his heart, and said, "You won't let me cook for you every day, will you?" ”

"yes, congratulations, you got it right!" Murong poured his affection without the slightest beating, and said directly. "You move in with me so you can cook for me every day."

Wang Yue said helplessly: "Eldest sister, your family lives in the east of the city, and my school is in the south of the city, so it's super far away!" ”

Murong frowned affectionately, obviously a little uninterested in Wang Yue's eldest sister, but in the face of long-term interests in the future, and in the spirit of the mentality that it is not too late for a woman to take revenge for ten years, Murong poured out this account for the time being, and said with a smile: "I'll drive you!" ”

"Don't, trouble!"

"You drive yourself!"

"More trouble!"

"I'm so spicy and beautiful, you can't bear to refuse me, right?"

"Disaster in the face!"

"Damn!" Murong couldn't help but get mad, grabbed Wang Yue's ears fiercely, and roared like a tigress: "There are only two ways in front of you, one, cook for me every day, and second, cook for me every day, choose!" ”

"People can't be so domineering!"

"The old lady is a woman!"

"Women are human too!"

"Domineering is a woman's prerogative!"

“……”

Looking at Wang Yue's bitter face, Murong burst out laughing and said, "Okay, I won't tease you, let's get to the point, don't you think there is something strange about this time?" ”

Wang Yue smiled, looking very calm at Murong's inexplicable question, and replied, "If it weren't for the strange thing, do you think we could win?" ”

In order to make things bigger, Murong once publicized the first issue of Wang Yue and Jiang Zhishui on the occasion of major celebrity gatherings, in order to elevate this matter to the perspective of the public, so that Jiang Zhishui would not dare to go astray.

Jiang Zhishui, as one of the most outstanding children of the Jiang family, it is impossible for the Jiang family not to block the news, and Murong Confession also discovered the Jiang family's small means of blocking the news, but in the end, the news still spread, and it spread loudly, even exceeding the expectations of Wang Yue and Murong Confession, it is precisely because of this that Jiang Zhishui was defeated.

Wang Yue narrowed his eyes and said seriously: "This is a plan to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, I am the tiger, Jiang Zhishui is the wolf, and the black hand behind me used me to defeat Jiang Zhishui." ”

Murong pursed his lips and chuckled, "So you choose to calculate!" ”

Wang Yue nodded in response and said, "That's true, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to win, but the game of the wealthy family is really dirty." ”

Murong lowered his head slightly, his expression was slightly gloomy, and said: "The world is full of filth, outsiders envy the wealthy, and the wealthy people envy outsiders. ”

Wang Yue stretched out his fingers, picked up Murong's milky white chin, and looked at each other.

"At least I'm not going to let you fall into this kind of game!" Wang Yue paused word by word, and said to Murong with great affection: "If the love is there, I will ensure that the Murong family will not lose it for a hundred years, and if the love is lost, I will slaughter it!" ”