Tong Jiumo thought that he could leave after signing the contract.

As she got up to leave, a deep voice came from behind her, "Who told you to leave?" ”

"The contract is signed, so I naturally want to go back." Tong Jiumo said disapprerovingly.

"The contract is signed, it will take effect immediately, and I can't leave when I don't let you leave." Mo Qijue said coldly.

"I'm only in charge of three meals a day, so let me take a day off and start work tomorrow, right?" Tong Jiumo said with a frown.

Are there people who are in such a hurry?

"No, the contract is up to me." Mo Qijue's voice was cold, "Go and cook dinner for the master." ”

"......" Tong Jiumo gritted his teeth and looked at him with an arrogant and domineering look.

"I still have something to go." Tong Jiumo was worried that Tong Lele was not safe at home alone, the last time she went out for a long time, something went wrong when he was home alone.

Mo Qijue got up suddenly, stepped forward, and approached Tong Jiumo.

Tong Jiumo was suddenly shrouded by a tall black oppressive figure.

She held her breath and looked up at him, "Y-Why are you so close?" ”

Mo Qijue approached her step by step, and Tong Jiumo also stepped back step by step.

She shuddered, and her eyes looked back for any obstacles, until she was cornered by him, and she had no way back.

Seeing this, the bodyguard in the living room retreated very familiarly.

"Miss Tong," Mo Qijue stretched out his hand, his slender white fingers pinched her chin, and raised it slightly to meet his cold eyes, "When I didn't let you leave, you weren't allowed to go anywhere." ”

"We are just labor relations ......" Tong Jiumo felt that the man in front of him was inexplicable.

"Now go make dinner." Mo Qijue ordered.

"I'll just go, don't get so close to me." Her breath was short.

She said, pushing him away.

Then run in the direction of the kitchen.

After Tong Jiumo entered the kitchen, he adjusted his breathing, and then cleaned all the ingredients on the glass table.

Looking at the ingredients on the table, she suddenly thought of a question, rushed out of the kitchen, and said to Mo Qijue, "No, I'm here to apply for the position of president of the Food Club, why should I be reduced to cooking for you?" ”

Why didn't she think of this when she read the contract just now?

She was worried that he would play tricks, so she didn't think about it.

When Mo Qijue heard her words, he didn't think so, "The corresponding profession of the president of the food club is my own personal chef, is there any problem?" ”

"......" Tong Jiumo was silent for a while!

Without saying anything, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Call Mr. Gordon.

She was worried that Mo Qijue would hear her talking on the phone, so she sent a message to Mr. Gordon instead.

[Master, the president of the food club = private chef? Master, you owe me an explanation! 】

After a while, the phone vibrates.

She turned on her phone, and it was Mr. Gordon's reply—

【yes。 】

Tong Jiumo was speechless for a moment.

Pick up a kitchen knife and stew lean meat.

Chop hard, as if to vent.

"You can't afford to chop my chopping board."

Mo Qijue's cold voice came.

Frightened, Tong Jiumo's body trembled, his hand shook, and then the blade slashed across his other hand, blood gurgling.

She threw down the kitchen knife in pain and gasped.

"You're clumsy! How did this celebrity chef come about? By betraying the color of the hue? Seeing that she was scratched by the blade, Mo Qijue stepped forward, picked up her hand, rushed under the faucet, and asked in a cold voice.

"Ahh

As soon as the water touched the wound, Tong Jiumo screamed in pain.

ps: Today I have 2 more changes, because I am a little busy ~ The old aunt loves all the little babies ~