The steward said: "Mr. likes to eat ... cough, gentleman actually likes bitter gourd."

"Huo Mushen likes to eat bitter gourd?" Song Ci was sitting on the blanket and couldn't imagine it.

"Yes." The housekeeper turned to leave, suddenly turned his head, and said again: "If the wife likes to eat sweets, I will send someone to ask the dessert master to do it. The wife still does not eat outside.

. ""

"Why?"

Song Ci suddenly became blank and felt that he didn't know anything.

She was confused by the bib.

"Mr. cleanliness is also because you eat things outside, which leads to pneumonia, so his wife ... can stop it." The steward was polite, then exited the living room, turned to the kitchen to order the servant to prepare for dinner.

Song Ci glanced at the cake on the coffee table and brushed the remaining cakes into the trash can.

Huo Mohen did too much for her. He knew that she was tampered with the memory and did not forget to be good to her little by little!

She can no longer make trouble with the pretext of tampering with the memory, maybe try to start to understand and stimulate her previous memories!

Song Ci got up and followed the housekeeper into the kitchen, which surprised the housekeeper: "Mrs., why are you here? This place in the kitchen is not suitable for you!"

Especially for a person who does not distinguish a salt and sugar, the housekeeper is really dare to compliment!

Song Ci didn't take it for granted, and laughed: "Butler, let me make a meal for Huo Mu Shen! I have always been cooking for me before, and I want to make it for him."

The housekeeper looked at the letter doubtful: "Mrs. ..."

He couldn't say whether it was good or disaster, and he could only empty the kitchen!

The maid next to the maids widened one after another, looking at Song Ci like looking at the strangeness: "In the impression, the wife has basically never entered the kitchen, let alone cooking."

Song Ci looked at all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen, it was a bit unable to start.

The housekeeper really couldn't see it. He made up and asked carefully: "Mrs., do you need off -site guidance?"

Song Ci frowned, and then nodded hard: "I think I need it."

The housekeeper who was regarded as a savior handed the knife over: "Mrs., are you really going to do it?"

"Prepare!"

Song Ci is extremely firm.

"Oh well."

The housekeeper was ashamed, but it did not stop.

"Mrs., first ... right ... right ... be careful ... then ... wrong ..."

After a while of sound came from the kitchen, after Song Ci barely made a plate of bitter gourd, it was stopped by the housekeeper, and the polite ‘Please’ go out.

Song Ci was sitting next to the dining table, brushing comments.

The business of the Bu Yan has passed, but netizens still have not let go of this topic ...

Xu was too serious. When Huo Mohen came to her, Song Ci didn't notice it, but only felt that the cold and sinking breath lingered at the edge of the nose, making her unconscious.

"What are you thinking about?"

Men's low magnetic voice suddenly falls.

"You ... you!"

Song Ci showed a charming and flattering little look, and seemed to think of something, and looked up: "I cook for you,"

"Do you cook for me?"

Huo Mu frowned, and his voice was somewhat low, so he was mixed with strong doubt.

"Yeah, I still asked the housekeeper to teach me for a long time." Song Ci turned back, handed the bitter gourd in that set, and used a small fork to the side of his mouth.

"You make me bitter gourd." Huo Mu stared at her with black eyes.

Song Ci looked at him innocently and smiled: "Don't be too excited. I did it for the first time this time. I will cook for you as soon as I have time, you can rest assured."

Huo Mu santaly drew his eyes: "You mean, you have to make me bitter gourd every day."

"Isn't this your favorite dish?" Song Ci was innocent and aggrieved.

"When will I ..." At first glance, Huo Mohen's eyes couldn't help but open her lips and ate the bitter gourd on her fork.

For a moment, a thick bitterness spread into the throat.

Huo Mo Shen is extremely convinced: "Song Ci did not suffer to make bitter gourd!"

Like ... she blinked big eyes and asked him: "Is it delicious?"

"……tasty."

Huo Mo Shen violated his heart.

"It's delicious, I will do it for you every day." Song Ci felt that she finally had a chance to make a little change for Huo Mushen. Real individuals were full of pink bubbles.

Huo Mu Shen held her long arms and dismissed calmly: "No, where can I want you to move, you usually obediently beside me, don't cook, um?"

Song Ci nodded: "So delicious, I tasted it too."

"It's not to say it for me, the little cat." Huo Mohen took the tray from her hands, and his eyes flowed over a touch of helplessness: "You go to eat other things, I will continue the cross -border meeting after meals."

"Is there a lot of companies recently?" Song Ci asked whispered: "I have one thing to tell you."

"Um."

"It is about the business. You have been asking me when I died before, I don't know, but I can definitely not now, but two years, because I will go to jail three years later ..." Song Ci

Low saying: "So don't worry."

Huo Mu sinking his eyes and sinking: "No, I will be by your side for a lifetime."

Song Ci shook his head and looked up at Huo Mu Shen Yingyi's facial features. After a few seconds of condensation, he moved his lips and said, "I know, but the foot saying has happened recently.

. ""

"What are you talking about?" Huo Mu Shen was sharp.

Song Ci told Huo Mu sigwine to tell Huo Mu in 151 that he just saw the neck that he just saw on the Internet, and he heard Huo Mohen's faint cold cold, and invaded Song Ci's bone marrow.

Song Ci leaned in front of Huo Mohen's chest with his small body, and softly shouted: "Husband ~ I'm okay, maybe the person behind him wants to remind me, do I think about it?"

Huo Mushen looked at, his heart was soft, his eyes were pity.

"Small resignation, nothing will happen."

He passed the cold light under his eyes and sneered inside.

I didn't expect that old foxes couldn't sit still so soon!

"Well, I believe in you." Song Ci Xingguang fell on Huo Mohen's body, raised his head slightly, and just saw the man's edges and corners.

Because it was indoor, the light was not clear, Song Ci could see that the man's face was covered with shadows, inexplicably with air -conditioning pressure, and as Song Ci finished speaking, the low -rotated airflow became deeper and deeper.

Ink color is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Ci stood up to touch his eyes, and couldn't help worrying: "I have a way."

"What is the way?"

Huo Moshen was brewing how to lead people out, or how to erase all!

Song Ci held his lips and said, "I have sneaked in charity with Bu Yan before, and I can just take this opportunity to say it. Maybe I can use this opportunity to lead the people behind ..."
Chapter completed!