"No, mummy." Xiaomi Dou opened the refrigerator and stood on tiptoe to take out the food inside. She looked back at her and said, "Mommy, you can go and have a rest. Just give Xiaomi Dou 15 minutes."
"Fifteen minutes?"
Han Muzi wrinkled her eyebrows and couldn't help walking in.
"What can I do in fifteen minutes?"
"Boiled noodles, Mommy."
Boiled noodles
Han Mu Zimmer said for a moment, "Mommy, help you."
Xiaomi Dou thought and nodded.
"Good."
So the mother and son cooked a pot of noodles together, saying it was Heli. In fact, Han Muzi didn't make much effort, because she found that Xiaomi Dou's technology was not really covered. He said that learning from Xiaoyan was really learning.
Skillful, in addition to the height is a little short, need to stand on the chair, other is not a problem.
Then they took two bowls of noodles and sat down at the table.
Han Muzi looked at the small noodles in front of her, and suddenly felt very pleased.
From the child fell to the ground to now, he would personally give her this when the mother of the cooking to eat, this mood is very delicate, can not say the road is not clear.
Xiaomi Dou was the first to pick up the chopsticks and put it into his mouth. His action was a little anxious. When he put it into his mouth, his lips were also scalded, which scared him to put the noodles in the chopsticks back into the bowl.
"Be careful. Don't be in such a hurry." Han Mu Ziwei looked at him helplessly, and then took out a paper towel to wipe off the soup from the corner of his lips: "anyway, it's just two of us, and no one is robbing you."
After listening, Xiaomi Dou blinked awkwardly: "Mommy, I didn't mean to, I just want to taste what I made."
Of course, Han Muzi knows that he didn't mean to. Since she was a child, she had high requirements for Xiaomi Dou. In addition, it may be due to the blood relationship. Therefore, Xiaomi Dou's eating movement has always been very slow and elegant, and she doesn't need her teaching at all.
Born good, plus some guidance the day after tomorrow.
"Mommy knows, even if you make it yourself, don't worry. Take your time."
"Well."
Han Muzi took his first bite of noodles and found that The taste is pretty good. It's as good as Xiaoyan's craft.
She looked at Xiaomi Dou in surprise: "you..."
"Mommy, is it good?"
Han Muzi nodded, some can't believe, this is actually made by his son.
"What special sauce did you put in?"
"Didn't Mommy see it all just now?"
Also, just now Han Muzi had been in the kitchen with him. There was no special sauce in Xiaomi Dougen. It was just the heat and the taste was just right.
Think of here, Han Muzi happily smile: "our family millet beans, really grow up."
After eating noodles, Han Muzi went to wash the dishes, and then let Xiaomi Dou go upstairs to take a bath. Xiaomi Dou then cleverly responded.
Han Muzi has finished cleaning here. When she goes upstairs to take a bath, she hasn't seen Xiaoyan's figure.
I don't know how she is now. It seems that she went to Han Qing after work?
Haven't come back yet?
Originally, Han Muzi didn't want to disturb her, but after thinking about it, she felt that she still had to send a message to ask her what the situation was.
Soon after the message was sent out, Xiaoyan replied.
{I tell you, you mu Zi, success or failure is in one fell swoop, you don't want to affect me}
success or failure depends on this?
See this sentence, Han Muzi some doubts, think of that day Xiaoyan said to give Han Qing medicine, eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled up.
You're not really going to prescribe medicine for my brother, are you? }
{nonsense what? Even if I really want to, I dare not, just rub a meal, boo Hoo It's a shame. }
seeing the latter sentence, Han Muzi could almost imagine Xiaoyan's face in tears, and felt a little funny.
It doesn't matter. The opposite face is used to lose. }
{your consolation is really special! }
{come on. }
after cheering her on, Han Muzi did not send messages to Xiaoyan any more, but was dazed at the head portrait of yemoshen.
She wanted to call ye Moshen, but she couldn't save face.
After all, it was she who asked him to give himself space, and she called him now.
Is thinking, Han Muzi really some can't help, put down the mobile phone, and picked up the mobile phone, finally or to night Mo Shen call.
I don't know which country he is in and where he is on business? Is there any time difference with her?
The call from the mobile phone made Han Muzi's heart hang up unconsciously.
When the phone was connected, Han Muzi was shocked and almost threw the mobile phone out. When an unfamiliar female voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, Han Muzi stopped the action."Hello."
She?
Wrong number?
Han Muzi was stunned for a few seconds, then took the phone away and looked at the text displayed on the screen.
This is Yemo Shen's mobile phone number. That's right
But, how can it be a girl answering the phone?
Han Muzi bit her lower lip and felt her heart hanging.
"Hello, I'm looking for..."
"Do you want Mo Shen? He's not available to answer the phone right now
Mo Shen?
Girls are light and thin, and gentle, which sounds like a kind of special gentle and beautiful.
Her lips moved, and before she could ask any more questions, another sentence was added.
"I'll have him call you back when he's done with the bath."
Han Muzi: "it's just
His face changed slightly, and Han Muzi opened his lips: "no more."
Then he hung up a little flustered.
Her legs were a little weak, and she stood there against the door plank behind her, pale.
For so many years, she has been paying attention to him, knowing that there is no other assistant besides Xiao Su and no female secretary around him.
And the woman called him deep, intimate and tender, absolutely impossible to be a secretary.
Not a secretary, then What is the identity of a woman who can have such a close relationship with him?
The answer is It's almost self-evident.
Han Muzi pinched the mobile phone tightly, and his fingertips began to turn white.
A moment later, she let go of her hand as if she had lost her strength and laughed bitterly.
"Muzi, Muzi, you are What do you think? In five years, do you really believe that he will defend himself for you? "
Think of here, Han Muzi's eyes appeared thick self mockery, she put the mobile phone on the table, and then turned into the bathroom.
*
far away Hotel
a beautiful woman of mixed blood sitting on the sofa with her legs folded. When she heard the busy voice coming from her mobile phone, she calmly raised her lip corners, then took down her mobile phone and deleted the call records with her white plain fingers.
At this time, the woman who called him, and hung up the phone in such a hurry, must be a woman with deep thoughts on the night.
Ye Moshen is the man she loves. She wants to eliminate all the women who want to develop a relationship with ye Moshen.
"What are you doing?"
The cold male voice suddenly sounded behind, Duanmu snow has not yet responded, the mobile phone has been taken away by the tall and handsome man.
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