"No matter how hard I try to be a good wife and mother who can run a house, I can't afford others to sleep with him, and I can calmly tell me that I can't meet his physiological needs, and he only has physical needs when he sleeps with others? Hell, am I not a woman? By the way, he told me that he slept with someone else because he cherished me, which I'm afraid a three-year-old wouldn't believe. At the end, An Ran smiled gloomily.

Mu Xingfeng raised his hand to stroke her long hair, and his tone was firm: "He will regret it." ”

An Ran casually raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes twice, looked at the ingredients in front of him again, and waved his hand indifferently: "Even if he regrets it, his aunt and grandmother don't count, the world is so big, where is there no two-legged man?" ”

Mu Xingfeng looked at her indignant little expression, and wanted to say, look at me, I am, I am.

"Oops, the fragrance is out," the indignant little woman suddenly sniffed, and the next second, her dim eyes lit up, staring at the pot and shouting.

The pot exuded a sweet and sour mellow fragrance, watching the ribs gradually dyed a beautiful reddish-brown, An Ran's saliva was about to flow out, and he excitedly hugged Mu Xingfeng's arm and shouted: "Instructor Mu, you are really amazing, your level, with a little guidance, you will definitely catch up with the chef." ”

Looking at the little girl who could sweep away the haze with a pot of pork ribs, Mu Xingfeng pinched her meaty little face dotingly: "What a foodie." ”

Just as the two of them were watching the pork rib juice thicken little by little, the doorbell rang.

Mu Xingfeng stir-fried the ribs, and said without raising his head: "Go open the door." ”

Although An Ran was a little hesitant, after all, this is Mu Xingfeng's home, is it really good to open the door by himself at this time?

Seeing Mu Xingfeng's attentive appearance again, An Ran sighed, for his sweet and sour pork ribs, go.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man standing outside the door, with a height of more than one meter and eighty, a tall body that was a little thin, wearing a riotous floral shirt, neat short hair, and black eyes with a charming luster.

"Who are you looking for?" An Ran asked, this person is probably looking for Mu Xingfeng.

The man's surprised expression flashed and then changed to a serious face, and calmly took out a small notebook and a pen from his trouser pocket: "I am from the community to check the household registration, may I ask what is your name?" ”

"Huh? But I'm not the master here. "Enron is a little confused, is this how the community checks the household registration?

"As long as you appear here, it is within the scope of our investigation, please cooperate with our work."

The man's serious attitude made An Ran a little self-doubting, and replied in a daze: "My name is An Ran." ”

"Age." The man continued to ask as he recorded.

"20 years old."

"Origin."

"...... Jingwai Street, Dongchang District, Xiping City, Province C"

"Lin Junyang, are you looking for death?"

As An Ran was talking, a low and cold voice came from behind him, Mu Xingfeng was already standing at the kitchen door with a spatula.

The man in front of him opened his mouth even wider when he saw Mu Xingfeng, and he looked a hundred times more surprised than when he saw her just now.

",, my dog's eyes," Lin Junyang rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly, making sure that it was the boss of his family in front of him, he rushed up with a key step, and circled around Mu Xingfeng three more times.

He was already very surprised that An Ran could appear here, but he didn't expect to let him see Mu Xingfeng wearing a flower apron and holding a spatula.