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Mu Anan woke up in the middle of the night.
After going from the sofa to the bathroom and then to the bed, she was exhausted and exhausted.
I didn't want to move a single finger.
The reason why I woke up was purely because when I turned over, I subconsciously went to find the familiar embrace, but in the end, I missed it.
She touched the seat next to the bed, which was empty.
And the quilt is cold, obviously people have been away for a long time.
Mu Anan struggled to get up from the bed, and casually brushed her messy long hair.
Before half asleep and half awake, the eyes were still swollen.
"seven¡¡"
She subconsciously called out, but found that her voice was very hoarse.
Moreover, Qi Ye didn't sleep beside him in the middle of the night, unless something happened, so Mu Anan didn't want to shout.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
After searching around the room, but found no trace, Mu Anan finally went to the study.
She didn't knock on the door, but secretly pushed the door open a little.
When I probed inside, I heard voices inside
"Qi Ye, behind Zongzhengqing are the uncles of the Zongzheng family, so they are full of confidence."
Mu An'an immediately recognized that it was Rosen's voice.
And Qiye has not responded.
The incident of Zongzheng Xiangyun did not uproot the Zongzheng family's collateral lineage.
The reason is that someone in the Zongzheng family was protecting the collateral, so Zong Zhengqing was left behind, leaving behind such a funding problem.
Mu Anan glanced at the time.
It's 1 o'clock in the morning.
She quietly closed the door, withdrew from the study, went downstairs and went directly to the kitchen.
There are also maids on duty in the kitchen.
As soon as she saw Mu An'an, she immediately said, "Miss Mu, do you need supper?"
Mu Anan waved his hand and stepped directly into the kitchen.
But when standing in front of the kitchen door, Mu Anan turned back to the servant and said, "Come in."
The servant looked puzzled, but he quickly put on the chef's hat and followed Mu Anan into the room.
"I need to cook a bowl of noodles now." Mu Anan said standing in front of the kitchen utensils.
The servant replied immediately, "Okay, I now"
"You stand over there."
Mu Anan interrupted the servant and said, "You just need to tell me the steps of cooking this bowl of noodles."
When Mu Anan said this, the servant immediately understood what she meant, which was to let the servant guide, and then she would cook by herself.
After all, it is Miss Mu.
From the first day Qiye moved into the villa, the housekeeper showed Mu An'an's photo to all the servants, indicating that she was the mistress of the villa, and everyone should remember it.
However, because there is no official result yet, Qi Ye does not allow everyone to be called 'Young Madam', but to let everyone respectfully call him 'Miss Mu'.
In the villa, Mu An'an has a distinguished status.
Although the servant was surprised in his heart, he did not dare to disobey Mu Anan, so he followed Mu Anan's request and guided him beside him
20 minutes later.
The second floor, the study.
Luo Sen had already stepped back, and Zong Zhengyu leaned on the chair in the study, watching the data display on the computer screen.
These data are the capital flow of the Zongzheng family group in recent years, as well as the personal capital flow of Zongzhengqing.
Zong Zhengyu has been working on this set of data for 7 minutes.
? No inappropriateness was found.
His right hand propped his forehead, and his index finger stroked the brow bone over and over again.
The face is dignified.
'Calculate'
The study door was gently pushed open, Zong Zhengyu did not change his movements, but frowned.
When he felt someone approaching, Zong Zhengyu directly ordered, "Go down."
It's as if the other party didn't hear it.
Even put a bowl of noodles in front of Zong Zhengyu.
"I said, next"
Zong Zhengyu put down his hands, but when he saw the person coming, all his words disappeared.
"Why did you wake up?"
He stood up, pulled Mu Anan into suspicion, and stroked Mu Anan's waist.
Mu Anan sat down by Zong Zhengyu, and she sat on his lap.
"I woke up in the middle of the night and found that my boyfriend was gone, so I couldn't sleep."
"Sorry." Zongzheng Yu kissed Mu Anan's forehead, "I'll take you back now."
"I am not sleepy. "
Mu Anan pressed Zong Zhengyu, and at the same time pointed to the noodles on the table, "Have some supper first."
The noodles are very light clear soup noodles.
The thin noodles have clear roots and the soup is simple.
However, in such a late night when he was troubled by work, the beautiful woman was pregnant again, and this bowl of clear soup noodles made Zong Zhengyu's heart deeply touched.
He suddenly hugged Mu Anan tightly, and rested his chin on Mu Anan's shoulder.
Mu Anan patted Qi Ye on the shoulder, "Are you tired?"
Her voice is soft and gentle.
Zong Zhengyu nodded, "Well, I'm very tired, Sister An."
"It's okay, Sister An is here." Mu Anan said, "When you're tired, just hug Sister An, everything will pass."
She hugged Zong Zhengyu tightly, and suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'm with you."
In autumn night, there is always a bit of coolness.
Available in the room.
There is her, there is a face.
No matter how difficult the road ahead is, it becomes insignificant.
Mu Anan opened Zong Zhengyu slightly, turned around and held the bowl on the table with both hands.
"Be careful it's hot."
Zong Zhengyu wanted to take over, but Mu Anan refused.
Mu Anan held the chopsticks, "I'll feed you."
As he spoke, he had delivered the noodles to Zong Zhengyu's lips, and looked at him expectantly.
Zong Zhengyu bowed his head and ate it.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Mu Anan asked.
Knowing that her cooking skills are poor, Mu An'an specially asked the kitchen servant to stand by and watch.
Say it step by step.
Even the amount of seasoning is strictly controlled by the servants.
The main reason is that I don't want to eat a bowl of noodles that don't taste very good in Zong Zhengyu's busy late night.
At first, Mu An'an wanted to put a lot of things into the noodles, but the servant reminded him that it was too late, and the lighter it was, the better it would warm the stomach.
"Is it delicious?" Seeing that Zong Zhengyu hadn't responded, Mu Anan's eyes dimmed.
Slowly moved the bowl to the table, "If it doesn't taste good, we won't eat it, let the kitchen make it again"
"tasty."
Zong Zhengyu reached out to hold Mu An'an and finished speaking, bowed his head, and took a sip of the clear soup from the bowl.
The warmth went all the way from the throat to the stomach.
"Our little girl's cooking skills have improved." Zong Zhengyu raised his eyes, looking at Mu An'an with gentle eyes.
"You can comfort me."
"No."
"You were afraid that I would be unhappy, so you just said it was delicious. I know what my skills are."
Mu Anan's voice was weak.
Zong Zhengyu didn't say much, he lowered his head and took another sip of the soup.
When she raised her head, she pinched the back of Mu An'an's head and kissed her.
Kiss the clear soup into Mu An'an's mouth.
When it was over, he asked, "Does it taste good?"
Mu Anan pursed her lips, pondering over it carefully, "Hmmit's pretty good."
"So, don't you continue to feed?"
Mu Anan raised his head, and immediately smiled at Shang Zongzhengyu.
She laughed, and holding the chopsticks, she fed Zong Zhengyu the bowl of noodles one bite at a time.
There is not even soup left.
After eating the noodles, Mu Anan reached out to wipe the corner of Zong Zhengyu's mouth, "Then you are busy, so I won't disturb you."
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