948: C948 Waiter You Have a Bad Temper

C948 Waiter You Have a Bad Temper

"Your woman?" Sheng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly. "Mu Qichen, Dano is your woman."

She paused and said, "If there was once a woman who could be called anyone, I would not be your woman."

When he heard that "not only your woman," Mu Qichen's face suddenly darkened.

However, it quickly returned to normal.

Although he hadn't had direct contact with Sheng Yan in the two years after the fall of Sheng Family, he knew most of her whereabouts and knew very well if she had any other men.

However, being clear was one thing and hearing her say such words was another.

Since she said so, did it mean that she actually had such thoughts?

Sheng Yan once had a boyfriend's best friend whom she had a good relationship with - Sheng Yan treated others as a man's room, but others thought of her boyfriend. Later on, the Sheng Family did not have one. That dog man first begged the family to let the Sheng Family in. Then, he confessed to Sheng Yan, but was rejected by Sheng Yan. The dog man was unwilling. He intended to drug Sheng Yan and force a relationship. Mu Qichen found someone to beat that dog up fiercely. He used some methods to make that person automatically stay away from Sheng Yan.

Even those men who had never gotten Sheng Yan and did not know her very well were attracted to Sheng Yan one by one, let alone Mu Qichen.

"Sheng Yan, don't say such things to anger me. You know I can't be provoked." Mu Qichen's voice sank. "What if I want to use my actions to make you realize that you are my woman?"

They were all adults. The meaning of this sentence was too obvious.

Sheng Yan's expression changed slightly. She shut her mouth and did not speak anymore because Mu Qichen could really do such a thing. Once she opened her mouth, she might not be able to control her mouth.

"Say something, waiter." Mu Qichen was laughed at by her "three times shut mouth."

"Say my a * s." Sheng Yan gave him three words.

Mu Qichen clicked his tongue and suddenly heard Sheng Yan stomach rumbling.

Sheng Yan was speechless. She wanted to scold someone.

Mu Qichen stared at the cold-faced woman sitting across from him, who looked like a little princess. Her stomach was growling, but she pretended that nothing had happened. For a moment, he felt that it was a little funny, but he could not laugh.

"Are you hungry?" He looked at the time. It was only ten o'clock in the morning. He should not have been hungry so early.

He quickly made a guess. "You didn't eat breakfast?"

Sheng Yan was unwilling to admit it. She continued to remain indifferent and did not speak. She refused to communicate.

Admitting that she did not even have breakfast, how miserable was that?

Mu Qichen sent Aunt Chen a text to inquire about the situation. He learned that Sheng Yan was called to the hospital by Wan Liwan the moment she woke up. She was said to have breakfast and did not even have a drop of water to drink.

With a dark expression, he called the hotel's front desk and asked the kitchen to bring some food over. He glanced at Sheng Yan out of the corner of his eye and remembered that this person's mouth was so crafty that it seemed like he had installed some unknown instrument. He could tell that he was not satisfied with the slightest difference in taste, so he called Yue Gui. He asked him to order a serving of ramen from Uncle Ming and send it over.

When Mu Qichen did all of this, Sheng Yan looked at him with a puzzled look.

"You want to eat breakfast here?"

Mu Qichen looked at her as if she was retarded.

Sheng Yan quickly realized that he probably ordered for her. For a moment, she was a little embarrassed about the retarded words she had just said, but she did not know how to communicate with Mu Qichen.

He had ordered breakfast for her. She should have rejected it, but she did not care.

However, she did not have breakfast because of him and his family. He should be responsible!

Moreover, if she rejected him, it would appear that she didn't have the confidence and mind to do so.

If the former Miss Magnificent had said in her WeChat Moments that she wanted to eat XX's noodles, more than ten take-outs would be sent over within an hour - they would come from different people.

Sheng Yan's heart was full of drama. After a dozen or so minutes, the door of the room was knocked.

"Hello, is this the meal you ordered?"

"Yes."

The person who sent the dishes was a man. He looked to be in his twenties.

The other party was about to push the dining cart in when Mu Qichen suddenly thought of Sheng Yan, who was wrapped in a bathrobe and sitting on a cloth sofa.

She was clean and cold, noble to the point of making people want to destroy her.

A man would probably not be able to move his eyes away from her.

"I'll push it in." Mu Qichen blocked his way. "You can go now."

“...” The man was stunned. "Okay. You can call the reception desk after dinner. We will have someone to clean it up."

Mu Qichen impatiently hummed in acknowledgment. There were only four words written on his face: You should leave quickly.

The adapters even suspected that there was something shady in the room.

Mu Qichen pushed the small dining cart in and saw Sheng Yan hugging her knees as she sat on the single sofa, tilting her head and thinking about something.

It was beautiful and quiet.

It was so beautiful that it looked like a painting.

Luckily, he didn't let the man in just now.

Mu Qichen's desire to possess Sheng Yan was lower than his desire to not protect her.

Sheng Yan heard the sound of the stick rolling in the dining car and came back to her senses. Her gaze fell on the food on the dining car.

Milk yolk, prawn dumplings, zealots, egg tarts, oatmeal, belly of money, and soybean milk.

There was also a dish, Mushroom Chicken Thread Porridge.

Sheng Yan felt that her appetite had been completely ruined by this bowl of porridge.

"Not hungry?" Mu Qichen saw that she did not have the intention to eat and even looked depressed.

"I don't want to eat anymore." Sheng Yan's face turned to the side.

She was obviously angry.

"Waiter Sheng, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qichen knocked on the table. "The food isn't delicious. Are you a three-year-old child?"

Not eating breakfast was very harmful to the body.

Sheng Yan felt that this person really did not know how to speak.

No, she was prepared to say that when Mu Qichen faced other people, he was still a polite and even somewhat humble and arrogant noble young master. He was the person in charge of the Mu family, but when he spoke to Sheng Yan, he was exceptionally rude.

Sheng Yan used to wholeheartedly throw herself on Mu Qichen. She loved him to the extreme. Even if what he said to her was not as pleasant as what other men said to her, she still liked Mu Qichen.

Because she liked this person, she indulged and liked everything about him. Even if he spoke to her stiffly, she still felt that this was a special treatment.

Because of this special treatment, she was secretly happy.

But the situation now was different. Why would she be tolerant and tolerant of other women's fiancé?

She, Sheng Yan, did not have such a good temper!

"This porridge is an eyesore."

Mu Qichen found it funny. "Waiter Sheng, you have such a big temper."

Why did I offend you with just a bowl of porridge?

Sheng Yan was inexplicably angered by his smile.

"Mu Qichen," Sheng Yan pointed at the bowl of mushroom chicken porridge and asked, "If I pour this bowl of porridge on you, will you still be willing to eat this dish tomorrow?"

Not willing.

Not only tomorrow, but also in this lifetime.

Mu Qichen pursed his lips. He recalled the time when he met Sheng Yan in the hospital. He had seen the rice grains and chicken strips of porridge hanging on her body.

Mu Qichen covered up the bowl of mushroom porridge and said with a rare good temper, "It will never appear in front of you in the future."

Sheng Yan's expression was sickly as she thought in her heart, If you say you won't appear, then you won't appear? Are you a god? Arrogant!

Someone knocked on the door again.

Mu Qichen went to open the door. When he came back, he had a bowl of Pufferbone ramen in his hand. At the top of the bowl of Pork Noodle Soup was a fried golden egg with green onions sprinkled on it.

A rich fragrance assaulted his face.

The food brought by the dining car was exquisite, but it couldn't be compared to this bowl of noodles.

Pufferbone ramen instantly rekindled Sheng Yan's appetite.

Mu Qichen saw Sheng Yan's small eyes secretly peeking into the bowl of noodles. She had not eaten breakfast yet, so he was not in the mood to tease her. He put the noodles on the coffee table and motioned for her to eat.

Sheng Yan had received the most orthodox education from a socialite since she was young, but she liked to sit on the carpet in private and eat on the coffee table.

Because of this preference, she had been taught a few times by Mu Qichen when she was young. If it was fruitless, then so be it.

Sheng Yan felt that the fragrance of the noodles was very familiar. She glanced at Mu Qichen and slid down from the sofa. She sat on the carpet and started to eat the noodles.

"Is it Uncle Ming's craftsmanship?" Sheng Yan was shocked.

Uncle Ming was the former cook of Sheng Family. He had worked in Sheng Family for more than ten years. Sheng Yan could be said to have grown up eating Uncle Ming's cooking and was very familiar with most of the dishes he cooked.

Later, Sheng Family was overturned and Uncle Ming left Sheng Family. Sheng Yan had a long time of difficulty eating - because of her mouth, she wanted to eat Uncle Ming's cooking.

Mu Qichen nodded slightly. "Don't talk while eating."

Sheng Yan had not eaten this taste for a long time. Plus, she was hungry, so she ate very attentively.

She ate very quickly, but she did not lose her elegance.

"How did you order the noodles made by Uncle Ming? Is Uncle Ming running his own restaurant now?"

Sheng Yan asked very seriously. It looked like if Uncle Ming was opening his restaurant, she would have to take care of his business every day.

Unfortunately, her wishful thinking was in vain.1

"No." Mu Qichen said, "He's now my personal chef."

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