Chapter 1986

"Are you all right?"

Mu Mian held a spoon in his hand and said, "it's OK. It's OK."

He saw that there were a lot of red spots on her bare arm, apparently because of the dinner.

He took her hand out of the kitchen.

"It's really OK."

He pushed her to the sofa, then turned to the front of the cabinet, took out a medicine box, rummaged inside, found a Yunnan Baiyao, and folded it back to her.

He drew a basin of water, took a towel, first gave her two arms and cheek gently wipe, and then picked up the ointment, squeeze out a little, put it on the swelling, and said fondly: "cooking this kind of thing, or leave it to Aunt Lin, the industry has expertise, your hands will be used to make movies in the future."

Mu Mian smiles: "I want to be a perfect woman in the hall and in the kitchen, can I?"

Tang Jian gently tapped her forehead: "don't be greedy. You can be a director and cook. Aren't you robbing others of their jobs?"

Mu Mian reached out and touched his forehead: "would you like to taste my dinner? I'm very attentive."

How could Tang Jian fail her heart?

On the table, there are four dishes and one soup, roast pomfret, asparagus and shrimp, boiled cabbage heart, sushi, Pleurotus eryngii, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

First of all, from the selling appearance, Tang Ji'an highly affirmed: "there are meat and vegetables, reasonable collocation, four dishes and one soup, well-off level, good."

Mu mianle Zizi: "take a bite, eat quickly."

Tang Jian sandwiched a piece of roast Pomfret. It tastes delicious. The fish is fresh and natural. With the help of aunt Lin, the taste will not be bad.

"It's delicious. Green is better than blue. Aunt Lin is a good master."

Mu Mian murmured: "it depends on whether the apprentice has savvy. Why don't you praise me if you only praise aunt Lin?"

Tang Jian was afraid of exaggerating too much, and her interest was too high.

He still thinks that women should be pampered. When they are interested in cooking a meal, he will be distressed if she often cooks.

"Well, it's delicious."

Although praise a little stingy, but mu Mian is still very happy.

After dinner, the sun was completely below the horizontal line, and the cage was yellow.

Tang Jian washed the dishes and took her upstairs.

"You go into the bedroom. I have work to deal with."

Mu Mian Qingying: "well, don't work late."

"Yes."

In midsummer, she was half lying on the bamboo chair by the window, sultry and unbearable. The floor fan was blowing, and she was reading a novel in her hand.

After a while, it began to rain outside the window. It rained heavily and washed away the heat. Finally, I felt some cool wind in the room.

It was raining heavily. Mu Mian took a bath, but it was still raining outside.

She looked at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Tang Jian didn't mean to go back to his room.

Since she had resisted before, he had followed the gentlemanly fashion and never touched her again.

It's been half a month now, and she feels shamelessly like I still have a little desire.

With this in mind, her face had turned red and her chest was stuffy.

She ran to the fan in front of the fan, and just after taking a bath, she blew directly at the fan. The girl was dying to get sick.

After blowing for a long time, she felt that the heat in her body couldn't come down. She got up and made a cup of tea and went to the study with the cup in her hand.