Chatper 12 (1/2)

Qin Muchen put down the things in his hands, sat upright, and looked at her with deep eyes like whirlpools, with incomparable concentration: "Su Ziyue, how old are you this year?"

Being stared at so seriously by him, Su Ziyue subdued unconsciously and stood up straight: "Twenty-two."

A look of satisfaction flashed across Qin Muchen's eyes, and the voice like flowing water was extremely pleasant, but he could still hear the seriousness in it: "As an adult, you have to be responsible for every action you do, Su Ziyue, if you don't take responsibility, you still want to sleep in vain ?”

"You, what did you say?" Su Ziyue was startled by his straightforward words.

However, Qin Muchen was no longer ready to talk to her, so he got up and left the bedroom.

...

Su Ziyue finished hanging up her clothes and came out of the bedroom.

He walked lightly to the kitchen door.

Just when she thought she didn't disturb the man in the kitchen, Qin Muchen suddenly turned her head to look at Su Ziyue, and said seriously, "I'm not very good at cooking Chinese food, I eat Western food for dinner."

Does this man have eyes behind his back?

"It's all right." Su Ziyue nodded like a pounding garlic. People who can't cook don't have the right to be picky eaters!

Qin Mushen nodded in satisfaction.

Su Ziyue stood by the door and poked her head to look inside.

After only getting along for a day, she felt that Qin Muchen was very strange.

When she hung up the clothes, she paid special attention to them. Although the labels had been removed, she could still tell the brands of those clothes. The ones he bought together cost more than 100,000 yuan.

She thought he had no money, but it was not stingy to do so.

Although he is not a son of a rich family, he looks like a man of nobility, with a strong aura, and he doesn't look like someone who can cook at all.

His movements are also very skilled, and he must be cooking from time to time.

None of the rich kids she knew knew how to cook.