Chapter 162: I'm looking for you
Lin Junyang decided that he would never care about the matter between Mu Xingfeng and his sister in the future, even if his grandfather threatened to transfer him back to the imperial capital, he would not destroy Mu Xingfeng's happiness, he clearly saw that only Enron could make Mu Xingfeng have true happiness and happiness.
He would never admit that Enron had bought him with a meal.
That night, when An Ran returned to Longteng Xinyuan from work, the house was brightly lit, and there was a faint smell of burning, and the sound of shovels and pots colliding in the kitchen came from time to time.
An Ran put down his backpack and went to the kitchen, and saw Mu Xingfeng exuding cold air all over his body, waving a spatula with a serious face, the pot seemed to be stir-fried with rice and eggs, and in the trash can next to him, there was a black half bucket, and he couldn't tell what it was.
Seeing An Ran coming back, Mu Xingfeng said while stir-frying the contents of the pot: "Go outside and wait, it'll be fine in a while." ”
"You're egg fried rice?" An Ran couldn't help but ask.
Mu Xingfeng gave her a look that you guessed right.
An Ran turned her head and twitched the corners of her mouth, this was the first time she had seen such egg fried rice.
After a while, An Ran heard the sound of pouring things into the trash can again, and ran over to see that Mu Xingfeng was pouring the pot of egg stir-fry vegetables into the trash can just now.
"Why did it fall again?"
"There's too much salt," Mu Xingfeng frowned slightly, his face was gloomy, he finally didn't fry it this time, but he didn't expect to put too much salt.
He originally wanted to cook a meal for her while An Ran didn't come back, but he didn't expect that it would not be done until the little girl came back, he really overestimated himself, and the reason why the sweet and sour pork ribs were successful during the day was all dependent on the little girl's guidance.
An Ran stepped forward and took the spatula in Mu Xingfeng's hand: "I'll come." ”
Watching the girl neatly make a plate of yellow and white, fragrant egg fried rice, Mu Xingfeng felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
After getting up the next morning, I found that Mu Xingfeng was not in the room, and there was breakfast and a note on the table, and the words on the note were domineering and sharp, and sure enough, the words were like him, he said that there was something in the army, and he returned to the army, so let her eat well.
An Ran put down the note and opened it early, it was the steamed buns and millet porridge she liked, the buns were still hot, and it seemed that he hadn't been gone for long.
While eating, the doorbell rang, An Ran thought that Mu Xingfeng had forgotten something and came back to get it, so he ran over and opened the door: "Mu Jiao......"
After seeing that the person outside the door was not Mu Xingfeng, the words that came to his mouth were stuck in his throat.
There was a woman standing outside the door, in her twenties, very beautiful, with neat short hair, a dignified duck egg face, slender eyebrows, standard almond eyes, a beautiful nose, and full and sexy lips.
The woman wore a well-tailored suit, which took advantage of the dignified elegance of the whole person.
An Ran recognized this person as the woman who was with Mu Xingfeng in the café that day, and smiled politely at her: "Are you looking for Instructor Mu?" He returned to the army today. ”
Lin Ruonan outside the door also smiled faintly: "I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you." ”
Eh, An Ran felt a bad feeling in his heart, how could he have a sense of immediacy in the main room to catch the junior?
"That'...... You please come in. Enron turned sideways.
Lin Ruonan's back was straight, and she walked into the room, and if she looked closely, her body was trembling slightly.
This is Mu Xingfeng's home, and she is here for the first time, his breath is everywhere in the house, and when she passes by the bedroom, she glances at the guest room and the master bedroom without a trace.