Gu Huaiyuan silently returned to the kitchen.

He stood in front of the stove and thought of the dream in his mind.

That's how he became president in his dream, and then.

Every day like now, I worry about others calculating me, worrying about this and that, and I can't see her smile when I get home.

Thinking of this, Gu Huaiyuan smiled slightly, then picked up the spatula again and continued to stir-fry.

It didn't take long for Gu Huaiyuan to come out with the dishes, Mu Qinghuan had already returned to his usual appearance.

After Mu Qinghuan saw the dish, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay, I stewed fish soup, didn't you keep telling me before, you have been using your brain a little too much recently, come, this is a fish head stew, you drink more and make up." Gu Huaiyuan served her soup.

Mu Qinghuan took the soup, took a sip and said, "It's delicious." ”

After hearing Mu Qinghuan say that it was delicious, Gu Huaiyuan's mood improved a lot: "If it's delicious, drink more, I feel that my craftsmanship has regressed now, do you think?" ”

"I don't know, you don't seem to have cooked fish soup for me before, but I made it for you, and I think my cooking is better than yours." Mu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh after she finished speaking, did she also have a place that could compare to Gu Huaiyuan.

Gu Huaiyuan also nodded seriously: "Indeed, Madame's cooking is indeed better than mine." ”

On this day, the people in the presidential palace felt so mysterious, they even felt that they were not dreaming, although they knew that Gu Huaiyuan loved Mu Qinghuan, but they never thought that Gu Huaiyuan would actually spoil Mu Qinghuan to such an extent.

It's really enviable.

What kind of virtue did this Mu Qinghuan accumulate in his previous life to be able to make Gu Huaiyuan so favored.

Of course, someone really hates Mu Qinghuan, but even if he hates poison, it's useless.

Mu Qinghuan and Gu Huaiyuan went back to the room after eating, Gu Huaiyuan dealt with his affairs, and Mu Qinghuan read the script.

"You say I don't understand your life, so do you understand my life, every life has the value of existence."

"Your life, if you give me your life, I will definitely live happily, you are all like this because you yourself are a waste, since this is the case, what qualifications do you have to be blind here."

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Gu Huaiyuan listened to Mu Qinghuan's voice and dealt with various things.

Oddly enough, he didn't feel noisy at all.

In fact, Gu Huaiyuan has a special study in the presidential palace, but Gu Huaiyuan doesn't want to go at all, because he doesn't like to make life into work like the former president, and it is really warm to listen to Mu Qinghuan's words like this.

When Gu Huaiyuan dealt with things, when he came out, he saw Mu Qinghuan continuing to say his lines with a very infectious look.

This made Gu Huaiyuan couldn't help but say: "Madam, when will you be able to say a few sweet words to me, so that I can be happy." ”

"What do you want to hear?" Mu Qinghuan looked at the lines on the phone and said casually.

Gu Huaiyuan didn't know either.

Mu Qinghuan had just sorted out the lines, and now he was in a good mood, so he stood up, and then walked in front of Gu Huaiyuan step by step, with a proud face: "In the eyes of all people, the distance between you and me, you have walked ninety-nine steps, and I only need to take one step, but they all know that the ninety-nine steps you took are just ordinary broad roads, but they don't know that there are thorns under my step, but I am willing to take this step." Mu Qinghuan said, and his eyes became serious.