Jiang Muqi stared at her for a while, and then put some vegetables for her and put them in her bowl.

"Eat." After speaking, he also began to eat as usual.

Yu Guang kept staring at her, and when Si Futian stretched out his chopsticks and started eating, Jiang Muqi's eyes also became focused, and he looked at her seriously.

Si Futian ate the first bite of the dish, a very simple shredded green pepper and pork, but Jiang Muqi made it had an indescribable taste.

It's delicious or delicious, and the most rare thing is that the taste is different from the restaurant outside, but it unexpectedly suits his appetite.

"You're very good at your craft." Si Futian made a pertinent evaluation.

When Jiang Muqi heard her reply, the corners of his lips relaxed imperceptibly, and his expression softened.

"Then eat more."

At this meal, Si Futian ate unexpectedly comfortably, and sat with Jiang Muqi without feeling pressure and fatigue, but with an inexplicable sense of comfort and relaxation.

Of course, most of this credit belongs to Jiang Muqi's outstanding cooking skills.

In the three years I have been married to her, this has been well hidden.

After eating, Jiang Muqi hugged her and sat on the sofa.

He warmed her another glass of milk and handed it to her.

"After drinking the milk, rest early." Jiang Muqi suddenly threw down a sentence in a cold and hard tone, and then continued to brush his thin wrists.

Si Fu leaned over the hot milk and stared at the tall figure in the kitchen with his chin propped up.

Although washing dishes is completely incompatible with his identity, Jiang Muqi has an innate sense of nobility and a powerful aura.

It's as if what he's doing now isn't a trivial chore, but an art show.

Even washing dishes is more handsome than ordinary people, Si Futian was stunned in his heart, and shifted his gaze to concentrate on watching the drama.

After a while, the movement in the kitchen stopped, and the couch beside her sank a little.

The tip of the nose smells a strong aroma of coffee.

Jiang Muqi naturally sat beside her, holding the coffee she had kept private for a long time in her hand.

Si Fu glanced at him, seeing that he had worked hard to serve her tonight, and did not care too much about him.

"Jiang Muqi." Si Futian found a comfortable position on the sofa, turned his head to look at him, Jiang Muqi lifted his eyes, his gaze drifted over, and he let out a "hmm" in his nose.

The tail note is raised, the voice is hoarse and sexy, and it is invisibly sultry.

Si Futian stared at his face, the question in his mind had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he suddenly wanted to ask it uncontrollably just now.

"Jiang Muqi, how did you get along with Bai Qingqing before?" Si Fu asked.

What she can't deny is that she is indeed jealous of Bai Qingqing in her heart.

Before Jiang Muqi and Bai Qingqing, maybe this was the state, right?

He will love Bai Qingqing wholeheartedly, be willing to wash his hands and cook for her, and take care of Bai Qingqing patiently and thoughtfully.

In Jiang Muqi's deep and dark eyes, light and shadow were jumping.

His eyebrows seemed to be raised, and the eyes that looked at her changed slightly.

When he spoke again, there was some pleasant emotion in his voice.

"Finally willing to look directly at the fact that he is Qingqing?"

Si Futian always felt that he was making fun of himself like this, and turned his head a little angrily.

Since he didn't say it, then she could not listen.

Jiang Muqi let out a low laugh, "If you are willing to listen, I naturally can't ask for it." ”

Si Futian quietly pricked up his ears.

Jiang Muqi's voice was deep, and her voice was magnetic and sexy, "The first time I met Qingqing was on her college campus, when I was invited to give a lecture at their school. Xi's identity, ask me for the secret of success......"

When referring to those things before, Jiang Muqi's eyebrows and eyes softened, and his expression was nostalgic.

His expression was full of cherishing and moving that memory.

"After the lecture, I left at the appointed time and left the classroom, but she stopped me in the hallway, and she seemed to muster up the courage of her life and asked me if I had a girlfriend......

Si Fu leaned into the sofa and listened attentively.

followed Jiang Muqi's narrative and memories, and walked through the time when the two met and fell in love six years ago.

From Jiang Muqi's moving voice, she slowly sketched the image of Bai Qingqing, and followed Jiang Muqi to the cheerful and confident girl.

I can't help but feel lost in my heart, and I am even a little jealous of the previous Bai Qingqing, she is lucky, there is someone who loves her from beginning to end.

She enjoyed Jiang Muqi's heartwarming affection and unreserved love from beginning to end.

Hearing the end, Si Futian began to bubble sour in his heart, buried his head in the sofa cushion, and stopped listening to those words.

When Jiang Muqi finished speaking, an hour had passed.

The only listener didn't react at all, Jiang Muqi turned his head to look over, but Si Futian had already buried himself in the sofa and fell asleep.

Jiang Muqi lowered her head and smiled, stretched out her hand, and gently lifted the sideburns that fell from her ears.

When the other party fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were unhappily pursed, as if he had been wronged.

Jiang Muqi rubbed her thumb lightly on the tip of her nose, and the other party wrinkled her nose impatiently in her sleep.

Jiang Muqi lowered his head and smiled again, leaned over to pick up the person on the bed, and entered the bedroom.

Si Futian woke up in the morning, and as soon as he turned over, his body fell into a solid embrace, and the top of his head was a strange and familiar breath.

His body stiffened for a second, and Si Fu tilted his head.

It's really Jiang Muqi! This man was lying on her bed, and he covered her with a quilt last night!

Si Futian was so stimulated by this situation that his heartbeat almost stopped, and he subconsciously raised his foot and wanted to kick Jiang Muqi out of bed.

As soon as he stretched out his foot, his ankle was pulled and hurt.

Si Futian was stunned, and then remembered that her ankle had been injured, and now she was not suitable for too intense exercise.

Si Fu sat up angrily, and as soon as he sat up, he found that the clothes he was wearing now were not the same as last night's set at all, but the pajamas she had put in the closet.

In this room, she was the only one with Jiang Muqi, and just thinking about it, she could know who helped her change this set of clothes on her.

Si Fu was so angry that his chest began to hurt.

Staring at Jiang Muqi sideways, there was an urge to chop up this person and throw it out to feed the dog.

Jiang Muqi may have sensed a burning gaze in her sleep, pressed the corner of her forehead and sat up, looking at her with sleepy eyes, "Awake?" ”

His voice was full of hoarseness that he had just woken up.

Si Fu pushed Jiang Muqi's body, how could this person lie on her bed so naturally and without any guilt.

As soon as his hand stretched out, he was grabbed by Jiang Muqi, pulled and pulled, and just held it in his arms.

Jiang Muqi touched the back of her head, and her tone was doting, "Rest for a while, I'll go prepare breakfast for you." ”

After speaking, Jiang Muqi covered all the quilts on her body.

Get up and walk out of the bedroom by yourself and close the door thoughtfully.

Si Fu's heart was full of anger, as weak as a punch on cotton.

The only consolation is that Jiang Muqi is still wearing his blazer.

In other words, the two of them just slept together last night, and they didn't touch each other at all.