CEO's Kawaii Wife

Female assistant's eyes are full of anxiety: is it really OK? People who pay a little attention to the forum events a while ago all know that the prototype of the cartoon hero is Mr. mu. Is it possible that such disregard has no effect on his image?

General manager Mu's external image is her main responsibility. She is dying of anxiety.

Mu zikun suddenly opened his mouth and said something that made her confused: "don't worry, she will change my outlook sooner or later." When he finished speaking, he drew the corner of his lips to the right.

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Sales picked up, and Anyi was in a good mood. Praised by the editor in chief, she carried a large bag of things home at night.

Just opened the door, the sofa in the living room stood up an uninvited guest: "ah, finally come back."

Mu zikun grabs the mobile phone and looks at her: wait for so long, if she doesn't come back, he will go out to look for her.

Anyi was just stunned, and soon recovered as usual. Although she didn't want him to appear here, she met frequently for a while, and she was immune to his appearance.

Mu zikun took over the things in her hands.

"Where do you put all this?"

Anyi gasped as he walked toward the kitchen: "put the kitchen, put the meat and fruit in the refrigerator. Snacks Forget it. I'll fix it

She followed her into the kitchen and tidied up.

Yu Guang glimpses mu zikun taking things one by one seriously. To be honest, Anyi is still a little moved.

A while ago, he always appeared at the door of her community and unit to pick her up and go to work, but she refused.

At that time, his red Sao Bao sports car was too eye-catching, and the door of the unit was full of people and complicated matters. If it was seen by some talkative colleague, it would be really troublesome. You know, he is a public figure, the famous president of the Mu group.

Unexpectedly, he actually made a compromise. The next day, he changed to a low-key car in appearance and color. Instead, he waited for her on the way to and from work, so as to avoid attracting people's attention at the door.

As he was so attentive, she didn't mean to refuse again.

At this moment, the second ancestor is standing in front of himself, seriously sorting things out.

Anyi sighed. He didn't do it because he wanted to wash away his evil image, did he?

"Ai Ai ~" An Yi reached out to stop mu zikun and carried the small bag of meat in his arms: "it will be used for a while."

Mu zikun's eyes lit up: "do you want to cook?"

Anyi nodded and explained everything with practical actions.

After putting the food back in the refrigerator, mu zikun ran back to the kitchen and watched her wash and cut vegetables with interest.

After all, it's still the second ancestor At this time, she couldn't help at all. Anyi thought, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead. One hand quickly covered her forehead to wipe the sweat for her.

Hot fingers across, warm fingers still remain in the forehead

Mu zikun Chong is still in a daze, she smiles with a sad face.

He suddenly took her by the waist and held her aside.

Anyi struggles in panic, not knowing what he is going to do.

Mu zikun picked up a spoon to stir fry.

Anyi came forward: "Hello, Hello, can you?" But he stopped him: "you just stand and watch, I'll do it."

Anyi looks at him blankly, sprinkling onions, ginger and garlic, cooking incense

His stir fry posture is not big, very elegant and fluent.

After a while, a dish of fried meat appeared in front of my eyes. With its golden color and attractive fragrance, the addicted Anyi immediately felt hungry.

"Go and eat." Mu zikun looked at her and cleverly urged her to eat first.

Can you eat it or not? Is it just like he himself? Anyi looked at him suspiciously, but faithfully and instinctively took over his chopsticks and went to the living room with the plate.

After the first bite, Anyi's eyes widened.

Delicious, absolutely delicious.

After a while, a plate of dishes was served.

Looking at the three elegant shapes in front of her eyes, which makes people very appetizing at a glance, and then looking at the man sitting opposite with confidence, Anyi couldn't help saying, "why help me cook?"

Mu zikun nununuo mouth, tone is very casual: "cooking for your girlfriend, should not be it."

An understatement of a word, but like a small stone, in an Yi heart lake aroused a lot of waves.