"I really don't have a place to live." Wen Muyan made an innocent look, and Yan Qiluo's eyes were about to fall off.

How could this kind of expression appear on Wen Muyan's face?

"But I won't stay at your house, don't worry." Wen Muyan showed a big backpack from his back: "I rented the house next door to your house, and we will be neighbors in the future." ”

"Mr. Wen, Young Master Wen, Boss Wen, don't make trouble, okay?" Yan Qiluo dragged the corner of his clothes and walked down the steps: "Your family has a big business, you don't live in so many mansions and villas, you came to live in an apartment, do you have a little problem with your brain?" ”

"I'm willing, can you handle it?" Wen Muyan took a big stride towards the parking lot. "By the way, would you like to take a ride?"

"Don't!" Yan Qiluo gave him a blank look, trotted to the bus stop, and thought to himself that he had really encountered a ghost. In the past, Wen Muyan was like a piece of wood, not smiling, and getting angry at every turn.

Now it's the complete opposite, there's no boss at all, let alone a boss, and there's no 28-year-old.

It's only been a few months since the divorce, as for it? Getting so fast?

By the time Yan Qiluo arrived home by bus, Wen Muyan had already moved a chair and was waiting for her at the door.

From time to time, some female guests who pass by him can't help but talk or take pictures quietly. Wen Muyan frowned, but didn't stop it.

"Neighbor, are you back?" Wen Muyan stood up from the stool and "greeted" the dumbfounded Yan Qiluo.

"What are you doing? Are you a pervert? Yan Qiluo took a step back.

"Yan Qiluo, are you a little polite!" Wen Muyan patted Yan Qiluo's head lightly.

"I can't turn on the TV, help me get it." Wen Muyan threw down a sentence and entered the room.

"I don't want it!" Yan Qiluo pressed open the door of his house and walked in.

Ten minutes later......

Yan Qiluo: "You can't turn on the TV, are you a fool?" ”

Wen Muyan knocked a chestnut on Yan Qiluo's forehead again: "I don't usually watch TV. ”

Yan Qiluo: "Then why are you watching TV today?" ”

Wen Muyan: "I'm bored at home alone, I want to listen to some sounds, okay?" ”

Yan Qiluo thought about it, this master usually has a few or more people in the family, so this is not bad.

Yan Qiluo: "...... You won't be living alone for the first time, will you? ”

Wen Muyan: "Yes, what's wrong?" Wen Muyan raised her eyebrows, looking proud.

I don't know what to be proud of! I can't stand it anymore.

Yan Qiluo: "What TV do you want to watch, hurry up." ”

Wen Muyan: "I don't know, what TV do you usually watch?" ”

Yan Qiluo: "I don't watch TV either, I always watch videos when I have time, and the TV hasn't been turned on for hundreds of years." ”

Wen Muyan: "What about hundreds of years ago? ”

Yan Qiluo: "Then I'm only in junior high school, and I'll watch crayon Xiaoxin at that time." ”

Wen Muyan: "Hey, naïve, my three-year-old brother doesn't watch cartoons, and you still watch it when you're in junior high school." ”

Yan Qiluo: "......"

Ten minutes later.

Wen Muyan: "Hahaha, it's quite funny, why didn't you tell me that Crayon Xiaoxin was so fun before?" ”

Yan Qiluo: "...... See for yourself, I'm going to go home and cook. ”

Wen Muyan: "It's a lot of trouble to cook at home, just cook it here with me, I've inquired, my apartment is bigger than yours, and the big one is in the kitchen." ”

Yan Qiluo: "You treat me as your free nanny, and the chef who co-authors the family spends money on doesn't have to work, so come to me for free labor?" ”

Yan Qiluo pulled his legs and left.

Wen Muyan: "Cooking a meal doesn't count the ingredients to give you 3,000, just your cooking level, according to the salary level of an ordinary chef, is it more than enough?" ”

Yan Qiluo: "Dream, let me cook and sarcastically mock my cooking level, so I won't cook for you!" ”

Ten minutes later.

Yan Qiluo: "I have such a little stuff in the refrigerator, you can always make do with it." ”

Wen Muyan saw Yan Qiluo come in with a bunch of things, and smiled proudly: "Okay." ”

There was a ping-pong sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, I had eaten Yan Qiluo's noodles for him before, the house was very big at that time, and the movement when she was chopping vegetables was not so big.

Now in the small house, when I turned my head, I could see her wearing an apron, and the sound of chopping vegetables seemed to fill his heart.

Cooking seemed to be quite hard, and he had never observed it before. Yan Qiluo always wipes the sweat on his forehead and looks hot.

Wen Muyan looked at the crayon Xiaoxin while waiting for the dish to come out of the pot.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, and Yan Qiluo came out with a plate of chicken wings.

After a while, Yan Qiluo brought a plate of tomato scrambled eggs.

"Alright, let's eat." Yan Qiluo greeted Wen Muyan while riding the rice.

Wen Muyan quickly sat down at the table and couldn't wait to eat a bite of tomato scrambled eggs.

"It's delicious, your cooking skills have improved a lot."

Yan Qiluo handed the bowl to him: "Did you really take the wrong medicine, I remember that you weren't like this before." ”

Wen Muyan: "I've always been like this. ”

Wen Muyan took a chicken wing seriously and put it in his bowl and ate it.

He hadn't eaten these sweet chicken wings, or he rarely ate them. Generally, the whole chicken and fish are cooked at home, and this kind of quick-frozen chicken wings is also very delicious.

Wen Muyan also gradually felt that there was a problem with her sense of taste.

"It's delicious." Wen Muyan nodded again, as if he was very satisfied with the chicken wings.

Yan Qiluo was not very pleased to see that the dishes he made had been praised by this picky star, and he was finally able to eat after a hard day.

As she ate, she suddenly blushed a little.

It was something she had never imagined before.

Although she is not as rich as the Wen family, she used to be accompanied by servants when she ate. So she never thought of eating together.

Now that I've moved to a small house, I've always eaten alone, as if it would be a little more fragrant for two people to eat together.

"Wen Muyan." Yan Qiluo opened his mouth: "How are you and Jiang Miaoyu?" ”

This was always her biggest concern.

"I broke up with her, and we've been separated for a while." Wen Mu is righteous.

"Why?" Yan Qiluo couldn't understand him, it seemed that he was waiting for Jiang Miaoyu to wake up before letting her be his contract wife, but now that Jiang Miaoyu has also woken up, and he has divorced him, why did he break up with Jiang Miaoyu?

"Because I'm not a good fit with her."

"Not suitable?" Yan Qiluo smiled: "You have been with her for so long, why do you feel inappropriate now?" ”

Isn't this all an excuse, and if it's really not appropriate, wait until now?

"Because I haven't met the right person before, I don't know what is suitable." Wen Muyan looked at Yan Qiluo's eyes.

"And who have you met now?" Yan Qiluo's eyes widened.

"Who else, you." Wen Muyan couldn't help laughing. Yan Qiluo's hair is a little messy now, not to mention how cute she looks.

"Are you crazy? How can I be suitable for you, you tell me, what am I suitable for you? "Yan Qiluo can't eat any more rice.

I used to think she was a suitable marriage partner, so I treated her as a contract couple, and then said that she was just a tool.

What are you going to do now?

"Don't you think it's appropriate?"

"Of course it's not appropriate, every day I stay with you I feel uncomfortable and can't sit still." Yan Qiluo recalled the past, and his heart was like a thorn.

"What you said is true?" Wen Muyan's face returned to its previous appearance, cold and dark.

"Really." Yan Qiluo put down her chopsticks.

"I see." Wen Muyan was like a child who had been robbed of his toys for a moment, both lonely and unwilling and pretending not to care. Yan Qiluo's heart was faintly painful, she was not used to seeing such Wen Muyan.

"Are you still eating?" Yan Qiluo asked stiffly.

"I don't eat it, I don't have an appetite." Wen Muyan didn't care about the TV, nor did she care about her, and walked into the room alone.

Yan Qiluo hurriedly ate a few bites and washed the dishes and chopsticks.

It's still the sound of ping-pong, and the crayon Xiaoxin is still there.

But the atmosphere is completely different.

Wen Muyan was a little discouraged, even if she tried her best to pretend to be what she liked, she didn't seem to like herself.

Why?