Chapter Thirty-Six: The Strange Man Standing Outside the Window

Odd!

It's not unpalatable at all.

To be precise, the taste is unexpectedly delicious.

It's a simple home-cooked dish, but it's a great way to eat it with rice......

"How?" Django pushed Mousse Nian.

Seeing that he didn't react, Django worried, "Hey, are you okay?" Mousse year? Is it so unpalatable that you can't speak? ”

The little girl who was waiting to eat was also curious, "Little rice cakes, is the rice made by small rice dumplings delicious?" Kexi also wants to eat. ”

While the little pigeon didn't pay attention, the hungry Mu Kexi secretly put the dish in his mouth, "It's delicious!" ”

Her eyes were crooked, and she praised: "The little zongzi is so amazing!" The meat is delicious......"

"Impossible, right?" Django was skeptical.

Seeing Kexi stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth, holding the bowl high, and saying "I want to eat", he swallowed his saliva.

"Kexi's rice," Mu Zhonglun handed the little girl full of rice, "No matter how delicious it is, you have to chew it slowly." ”

"Okay." The girl replied obediently.

Mu Zhonglun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

I didn't expect Kexi's homeroom teacher to be so good at cooking, and he had troubled her for so long today, so he had to thank her for finding a chance.

Mu Django, whose stomach was growling, took the dishes and chopsticks and began to eat, "This dish is really delicious!" ”

It's much better than the crew's box lunch!

Boom, boom, boom...... A few people ate all the dishes on the table in the blink of an eye.

Mu Zhonglun said proudly: "You can pass it, right?" ”

"Are you really making these dishes?" Mu Sinian and Mu Django were suspicious at the same time, "You are alone? Are you sure? ”

"Or else?" Mu Zhonglun avoided his gaze with a weak heart, who else is there in this house besides me? ”

Django took a step forward and stared into his eyes, "Shouldn't it be after finding a restaurant and bringing it back?" ”

Without waiting for Mu Zhonglun to refute, Mu Sinian, who was observant, said: "The dishes should be made in this house, and there are leftovers in the kitchen." ”

"That's to find a chef to come back and make it!"

"It's not like," is used to eating dishes made by star chefs, and Mu Sinian has a lot of say, "Although the taste is good, the appearance of the dishes is very poor, and it is not made by professional chefs at first glance." ”

Django slapped his palm, "Oh, that's girlfriend......"

The attitude of singing and harmonizing with the two of them, Mu Zhonglun was half angry, "First of all, I am single now and have no girlfriend. Secondly, please show evidence that these dishes are not made by me, otherwise beep less. ”

Seeing that Django and Mu Sinian had nothing to say, he curled the corners of his lips, "If you can't find it, Kexi stays, and you two well-fed boys can just get out." ”

Under Mu Zhonglun's death gaze, Mu Django and Mu Sinian had no choice but to leave.

"Do you really think he made those dishes?"

"I don't think so," Mu Sinian said indifferently, "but there is no evidence, he insists on saying that he made the dishes, and we can't help it." ”

Mu Jianggo clenched his fists, "This Mu Zhonglun is too yin, and I don't know who to ask to help make such a meal." ”

"It's useless for us to guess here, don't talk about it, I still have something to do, so let's go first."

"Oh." In Kexi's absence, Django felt embarrassed to get along with Mu Sinian.

Back in the car, he drove to his villa.

The golden nest and silver nest are not as good as their own kennels! Compared with the Mu family's mansion where a large number of servants were waiting around, the house he bought with his own money was more comfortable to live in.

Eating and drinking, Django lay on the sofa in the living room.

Ay! It's so sad that I can't see Kexi on a cloudy day.

There's definitely something wrong with that Mu Zhonglun!

How can a cooking idiot like he can make such a delicious dish with his kind of cooking idiot who can only cook dark dishes?

Even ghosts won't believe it......

Thinking of this, Django raised his head casually, and suddenly met a line of sight outside the window.

The man was wearing a black shirt, black pants, and a black hood on his head, covering almost his entire face.

The only thing that was revealed was a pair of ghostly paradoxical eyes, like a ghost and demon hidden in the night.

Be...... Is that the ......

A perverted murderer?

Mu Django recalled the surveillance video that Mu Sinian had shown him, and his scalp instantly tingled.

This guy!

Did he still want to kill Kexi after killing Chen Yueyue? He's here to see if Koshi is still there?

Thinking of this, anger overcame fear, and Mu Django gritted his teeth and rushed out.

Before going out, in order to protect himself, he also went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife.

However, as soon as he rushed around the corner, he was knocked down by a group of people.

"How are you?" The other party soon found out that the wrong person had been arrested, and hurriedly explained, "We thought it was a suspect." ”

It turned out to be a lurking detective......

"He'......" Django scrambled to his feet, "he's hiding outside my living room window, go get him!" ”

The detective ran in the direction he pointed.

Django was left alone.

The surging anger dissipated, and in the dead air, Mu Django's mind was full of those terrifying eyes, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to return home.

"Look, it seems...... The golden nest and silver nest are still a little stronger than this kennel in my house......"

Sitting in the car, Mu Jianggo felt that it was better to go to Mu Sinian's house than to go to Mu Zhonglun's house, because Kexi was there.

But Mu Zhonglun's character is really bad......

No matter! As long as he can be with Kexi, he will live in it even if he is cheeky and stubborn!

As an actor and an actor with good acting skills, when Mu Django rang the doorbell of Mu Zhonglun's house, he pretended to be "something is not good".

Mu Zhonglun had just finished bathing Kexi and was drying her hair.

Hearing the doorbell, he put down his towel and walked to the surveillance screen, "Django? Why are you here again? ”

"Open the door, I have something very important to tell you!" Django's expression was very serious and anxious, "It's about Koshi. ”

Just as he expected, the door opened.

"Yikes! Little pigeon, you're back! The waist-length hair was still a little wet, and the little girl in the cute embroidered strawberry pajamas had big sparkling eyes blinking.

She sat on the couch, her big curly chestnut hair was as beautiful as long seaweed, and from a distance, she looked like a doll sitting on the couch.

Mu Zhonglun ignored Django for the time being, and used a hair dryer to dry Kexi's hair completely.

"It's late, but go to bed early."

Mu Kexi pursed his mouth, "But the little pigeon is coming, and Kexi still wants to talk to the little pigeon......"

"I'm going to school on a cloudy day, but if I don't go to bed early, I'll doze off in class."

Mu Zhonglun squatted down and rubbed her head, "Kexi wants to be regarded by the teacher as a bad boy who sleeps in class?" ”

"I don't want to!" The little girl immediately shook her head into a rattle, "Kexi hates being a bad boy the most." ”

"Good boy go to bed, okay?"

The obedient female doll nodded obediently, "Okay." ”

Mu Zhonglun helped Kexi cover the quilt, worried that she was afraid of the dark, so he left her a dim night light before closing the door and leaving.

"I can't believe you're so patient with Kexi, it's completely different from when you treat others."

Anyone who knows Mu Zhonglun knows that he is a very difficult person to get along with! Big-tempered, venomous, workaholic, resolute, and completely indifferent to other people's feelings......

Generally, children can't stay with him for half a day, they will cry and run away.

When facing Kexi, Mu Zhonglun seemed to be a completely different person, and he could speak for his good father.

However, when he looked back at Django, he turned back into his original poisonous tongue and cold-faced ghost, "Less nonsense! What do you want to say about Cosie? ”