She really wanted to ask, what did President Mu ask her to do without food? But when she thought of how black Mu Xingfeng's belly was, she couldn't think that this was a sinkhole, and it was better for her to ask less at this time.

She just needs to follow behind Mu Xingfeng quietly and wait for him to justify himself.

When I got off the elevator, I met Jiao Lei, who was waiting for the elevator.

Seeing Anne behind Mu Xingfeng, Jiao Lei's eyes flashed.

This is not the first time that Mr. has asked him to go to the vegetable market to buy ingredients, and I don't know when Mr. has such a hobby, when he has nothing to do, he likes to let him buy some ingredients back, and then lock himself in the kitchen, the same choice of washing, and cutting.

However, I never saw my husband open the fire, and in the end, all the good ingredients went to the trash.

He had seen the way his husband was handling the ingredients, serious and focused, but there was an air of depression all over his body.

Every time Mr. disposed of the ingredients, a large number of cigarette butts gathered in the trash can, which shows that Mr. must have been in a bad mood at that time.

When he first received the message, he thought that Mr. was in a bad mood again, so he rushed to the vegetable market as quickly as possible and bought the few ingredients that Mr. often wanted, but he didn't expect that Mr. brought Miss An.

"Sir, the things are in the house," Jiao Lei said to Mu Xingfeng.

Mu Xingfeng nodded.

Anne finally knew why Mu Xingfeng had food at home without a maid or takeout, and it turned out that Jiao Tezhu had already helped to prepare.

After Jiao Lei finished talking to Mu Xingfeng, he nodded at Anne again, said hello, and entered the elevator.

She couldn't help but give Jiao Tezhu a thumbs up.

"It's not easy to be your special assistant," Anne said with a smile.

Mu Xingfeng looked sideways, looking at the little woman beside him with a pair of eyebrows, obviously in a very different mood from just now, and snorted coldly.

"I think it's also an honor to be my special assistant, after all, not every special assistant can get an annual salary of tens of millions."

Mu Xingfeng's words are right, Anne has heard of it before, the most expensive special assistant in the imperial capital is none other than Jiao Special Assistant, the president of Muhammad.

With an annual salary of tens of millions, even the manager of a company may not have such a high salary.

Moreover, he is also working at M Moser, and by Mu Xingfeng's side, the president of M Moser is exposed to more cases every year than a medium-sized company in ten years, which is not only an opportunity to learn.

It's just that if Mu Xingfeng said such words by himself, Anne still felt a little weird.

Where is this like the words of a cold president?

"Arrogant," Anne muttered quietly.

Mu Xingfeng's fingers, which were pressing the combination lock, paused, and then hooked the corners of his lips.

Anne enters the house and finds out that she has been fooled.

The whole room is deserted, the black, white and gray tones make the whole room appear even colder, where is there a little fireworks? Not to mention delicious and delicious meals.

Mu Xingfeng entered the house, changed his shoes, took off his coat, and walked to the kitchen while pulling the sleeves of his shirt.

A pure black shirt, straight and slender trousers, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a man's honey-colored arm.

Big hands with distinct bones, smooth arms, tsk, this man is really the darling of God, not only does his face look angry, but this inadvertently exposed arm can make people lick the screen.

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