56: C56 I Don't Know How to Coax Them

C56 I Don't Know How to Coax Them

When the housekeeper saw her confused face, he exclaimed and blurted out, "What else can it be? You don't like it... Cough, cough, cough. "

"What do you like?" Mu Shinian put down her chopsticks and looked at the butler in puzzlement.

The housekeeper laughed dryly and forced a smile. "Aren't you related to our young master's fiancée? Then coaxing him is a matter of course."

Yes...

It was hard to tell that the butler was quite old and was quite fashionable...

Mu Shinian shook her head and ate again, "I won't go, I won't."

... ""

Why was he so stubborn! If he didn't know how to do it, he could at least learn it with a little bit of sincerity! This is a good time to promote the warmth of your relationship!

After a row of bullet comments rose in the butler's heart, he had an idea. He limped over and brought out a bowl of noodles. "Miss Mu, my legs are not good these days. I can't climb the stairs. Please help me send some noodles upstairs."

Mu Shinian finished the last piece of braised pork ribs and was silent for two minutes. Then she bid, "I will think about braised pork ribs tomorrow."

"No problem, no problem!" The housekeeper generously put the noodles in front of her, "As long as Young Master finishes eating the noodles, I will make pork ribs for you every day."

After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen. He walked very fast and his steps were vigorous. There were no signs of his legs failing at all.

Mu Shinian carried the bowl of delicious noodles upstairs and leisurely thought that it was the housekeeper who was good to Bo Qian. She was only a delivery man.

There was no bedroom, no study, no balcony...

Mu Shinian opened the door and did not find anyone.

If she had dough, it would not taste good. If Young Master Bo was picky, he might not eat it. If that was the case, the housekeeper would not make pork ribs for her. With basic principles, Mu Shinian bravely pushed open the door of the gym.

There was the sound of water flowing in the room.

Then, with a splash, Bo Qian came out from the bottom of the pool. He held the railing with both hands and stared at her quietly.

Under the bright light, the man's figure was very good and his muscles were clearly defined. The lines were tight, like a cheetah hiding in the dark. His entire body was in a state of readiness, and the water droplets slid down his skin. Leave a thoughtful arc.

As expected, God favored this man.

From top to bottom, every part of him looked as if it had been meticulously carved.

Bo Qian seemed to have not seen her at all. He took a towel, covered his head, took a beer from the side, opened it, and took two sips.

Mu Shinian lowered her head. Really, if she did not eat the noodles, it would be a lump. Her little ribs would also fly away.

Mu Shinian's heart was in a dilemma. She took the noodles over. "Let's eat."

"What are you doing here?" Every time he came back from the old residence, the housekeeper would not dare to approach him.

Because at the old residence, there would always be people seeking death to provoke him.

If he was unhappy, it would only make others even more unhappy.

"I'm here to deliver noodles." In comparison, Mu Shinian clearly did not think so much.

Bo Qian turned around and looked at her meaningfully.

One. This girl had given him too much in one month... Surprise, whether it was the first time he saw her cold expression, the ruthlessness when she first attacked, or the shock from the love letter...

Bo Qian did not have much of an appetite, but under the girl's expectant gaze, he still took it. "Wipe your hair."2

The meaning of these three simple words was very obvious.

Mu Shinian pursed her lower lip and started to wipe her hair with a small face.

Fine, I'll wipe it, you eat it!

The housekeeper's culinary skills were never picky.

Bo Qian, on the other hand, did not know how to taste it.

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