612: C612 His Disappointment

C612 His Disappointment

Qin Muchen raised his eyebrows noncommittally. He placed his palm on her back and pushed her to the sink beside him. After he put down the kitchen knife in his hand, he let his hands catch her and began to wash her hands.

His series of actions were somewhat unexpected. Su Ziyue was stunned and was completely pulled by him.

"What are you doing?" Didn't this person say that he wanted to eat onion oil fish? Why did he wash his hands for?

However, it seemed like it had been a long time since Qin Muchen had done something so intimate with her.

Qin Muchen wordlessly helped her wash her hands and then took a towel to help her wipe them clean, as if he was taking care of a child.

Su Ziyue's face turned red for no reason. When Qin Muchen helped her wipe her dry, she pulled her hands back.

Qin Muchen did not show any reaction to her actions. He also washed his hands, picked up the kitchen knife, and stood in front of her with both hands raised.

Su Ziyue was stunned for a while before she suddenly realized that Qin Muchen wanted her to help him put on the apron.

He wanted to cook?

Su Ziyue took off her apron and put it on for him.

Qin Muchen looked down at her and asked her to put it on for him.

Su Ziyue's hands went around his waist and tied a button at the back. She did not take back her hands. When she looked up, she saw Qin Muchen staring at her with a burning gaze.

Su Ziyue was slightly surprised and quickly retracted her hands. She began to feel strange in her heart.

"What's wrong with you?" She hesitated and still asked him this question.

Recently, his temper had been very irritable. Even when there was a time when he eased up, it was only after she did something that suited his heart that his temper became a little better.

Previously on the phone, he clearly said that he wanted to eat the onion oil fishs that she made. In the end, when he returned, he wanted to take over and cook them.

It had been a long time since she had eaten Qin Muchen's cooking, and it had also been a long time since she had seen him cook.

The way he cooked was even more mesmerizing than the way he worked.

More importantly, the way he cooked only belonged to her.

Qin Muchen glanced at her, then turned around and continued to do what she hadn't done before, cutting the onions.

Su Ziyue didn't go out either. She just stood beside him and watched him cut the onions.

She placed her two small hands on the platform and slightly tilted her head to look at him cutting the vegetables. She also looked at his face from time to time.

After Qin Muchen finished cutting the green onion, he suddenly raised his head to look at her. He frowned slightly and said, "Don't get in the way here. "

When Su Ziyue heard this, dissatisfaction quickly accumulated in her eyes. With a small snort, she turned around and left.

This time, it was Qin Muchen's turn to be surprised.

He really went out?

However, a few minutes later, Su Ziyue came in again. However, there was an extra chair in her hand.

Seeing Qin Muchen looking at her with a heavy gaze, Su Ziyue grinned innocently. "I will sit at the back and it will not affect you. I will accompany you to talk. It is boring to cook alone. . . "

There was a fawning smile on his face. His fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of light as it shook his eyes.

Qin Muchen retracted his gaze and continued to cook in silence.

Mo Xiyi said that he was currently suffering from a mental illness, but he still remembered Su Ziyue's favorite dishes and taste.

Su Ziyue felt that Qin Muchen was a little strange today.

Although he did not pay much attention to her when he came in, she did not feel that he was angry. Instead, she could feel his disappointment.

Yes, it was a heavy sense of loss.

What was he feeling down about? Wasn't he going to socialize?

In the middle of the socializing, he called her to make onion oil fishs. In the end, before she could finish, he came back and even took over to cook for her.

This kind of him made Su Ziyue think of the days when the two of them were in Yunzhou City.

Su Ziyue sat behind him and looked at his wide back. She found a conversation with him and asked, "Did you not eat in the restaurant?"

This time, Qin Muchen finally paid attention to her.

"Yes. "

Although it was only a slight response, it was enough for Su Ziyue to be happy.

Although Qin Muchen did not look back at her expression, he could feel her happiness.

His hand movements slowed down, the space between his eyebrows rose, and his eyes darkened.

It was unknown if it was Su Ziyue's misconception, but Qin Muchen's meal was especially slow. He also spent a lot of time, as if he was deliberately stalling for time.

Although Su Ziyue was puzzled in her heart, she also knew that if she directly asked him, she definitely would not be able to get anything out of him, so she did not ask too much.

In any case, he could not use his normal heart to judge what he was doing.

Su Ziyue looked at his back, her thoughts flying, but she didn't forget to send a message to Nan Chuan and Mo Xiyi, telling them that Qin Muchen had returned.

. . .

The next day, Su Ziyue and Qin Muchen just arrived at the company when they received a call from Mo Xiyi.

Mo Xiyi did not have any extra small talk and directly said, "I might have made a mistake in my judgment of mister's situation. "

Su Ziyue did not dare to slack off when it came to Qin Muchen.

She stopped sorting the documents in her hands and asked him, "What do you mean?"

She looked up through the glass door at Qin Muchen's desk. He had just gone to the bathroom and had not come out yet.

After making sure that Qin Muchen would not come out anytime soon, Su Ziyue turned around and sat down to continue listening to Mo Xiyi.

"Morgwen family does not have a history of mental illness. This time, my judgment was wrong. " Mo Xiyi's voice was steady and serious, without any abnormalities.

"What?"

Su Ziyue should have felt happy and surprised when she heard this news, but her doubt was stronger.

She wanted Qin Muchen better than anyone else, but she knew very well what kind of person Mo Xiyi was.

He was strict and rigid. He would tell her that Qin Muchen might have a hereditary mental illness acting up. Even if she did not have a 100% chance of success, she would still have an 80% chance.

How could there be a gap? That night, he completely denied it.

"Let's talk face to face. " Su Ziyue had doubts in her heart and wanted to talk face to face with him.1

Mo Xiyi did not refuse. "I happen to have something to talk to you about. I will come over at noon. "

After he said that, he hung up the phone.

From the beginning to the end of the call, Mo Xiyi acted very normal. There was nothing unusual about it. However, Su Ziyue felt extremely strange in her heart.

Knock knock!

The sound of fingers tapping on the table interrupted Su Ziyue's thoughts.

She suddenly looked up and saw Qin Muchen standing in front of her.

"You. . . You came out. " Su Ziyue quickly stood up.

In front of Qin Muchen, she had a feeling that he had seen through her. So, even if he didn't say anything, she still felt guilty for picking up Mo Xiyi's call.

Qin Muchen glanced at her indifferently. He stretched out his arm and extended his long finger. "I need to use that document right away. I'll arrange it immediately and give it to me. "

"Okay, right away. " Su Ziyue nodded her head repeatedly.

When he saw that Qin Muchen was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly turned around to look at Su Ziyue.

Su Ziyue had already lowered her head and was seriously tidying the document that he had pointed at earlier.

He stood still for a few seconds, his dark eyes filled with clouds. The rain was rolling.

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