Mu Shao's favorite: sweet wife, you have to be good!

Chapter 72

"I fired them all, leaving only one friend of yours." Mu Yijue spoke calmly, as if he fired those dozens of servants, just as casually and indifferently as a feather falling on the ground.

her friend?Xu Muci pondered for a while, and then remembered after a while that the friend he was talking about was Wang Wanyu.

But what did Mu Yijue mean by this?
"You mean to let Wang Wanyu serve you after I leave, right?" Xu Muci's words came out with a sour taste that even surprised her.She quickly changed her tone, trying to look as calm as possible.

Mu Yijue didn't expect Xu Muci to say such a thing, no one could see the haze in his eyes clearly.

He spoke coldly, his tone as solemn as ice: "You can think so if you want. Can you cook now?"

When Xu Muci heard Mu Yijue's answer, his heart seemed to fall from the flames into the ice cellar.

She smiled mockingly and nodded: "Okay, Mr. President."

After Xu Muci went to the kitchen, Mu Yijue frowned fiercely.The document in his hand had been crumpled by him inadvertently, and the ink was not clear.

Xu Muci put on an apron in the kitchen, making scrambled eggs like flowing water.

But her mind didn't know where it went.

Mu Yijue is really going to let Wang Wanyu replace her as his personal maid?
Will Wang Wanyu agree, will she be happy?

Xu Muci's thoughts were heavy, and when a drop of oil in the pan burst onto her hand, she was shocked and broke away from this thought.

Xu Muci caressed the hot red spot, and the thoughts in her heart were gradually cleared up by her.

Anyway, she wanted to leave Mu Yijue and the Mu family.Whether Wang Wanyu or Zhang Wanyu is his personal maid, it has nothing to do with her!

Why is she thinking so much? It's really unfounded worrying?

Xu Muci smiled mockingly, and put the two scrambled eggs in his hands into a western-style porcelain plate, which was quite beautiful.

He walked out of the kitchen, holding the plate in both hands, and landed in front of Mu Yijue's table.

The tablecloth, knife and fork were ready, and his big, bony hands waved naturally on the plate. In a blink of an eye, he had already wiped out a fried egg.

Xu Muci stood aside, watching Mu Yijue's eating.Can't help but exclaim, a nobleman is a nobleman, and there is an inexplicable elegance in gobbling food.

Perhaps Mu Yijue felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Xu Muci, turned his head to look at Xu Muci, and saw that she was staring at him dully.

The handsome eyebrows frowned, and the brows raised slightly, "What are you doing watching here, sit down."

Xu Muci happened to be tired from standing, so she didn't shirk at all, and sat directly on the seat farthest from Mu Yijue.

Seeing Xu Muci avoiding him like this, Mu Yijue had nothing to say. There was a faint smile on the corners of his lips, but it was replaced by coldness in a blink of an eye.

"Where's your meal?" Mu Yijue's eyebrows and eyes flashed a look of confusion, and his eating hand stopped instantly.

"I didn't do it. I only made yours. I'm not hungry." Xu Muci didn't expect Mu Yijue to ask this question, and was taken aback for a moment.

The puzzlement in Mu Yijue's eyes instantly turned to gloom, and he stopped the action of cutting the fried egg in his hand.

"Whoosh-"

Mu Yijue directly passed the plate full of fried eggs to Xu Muci.

"Eat all of this, or you will never leave my Mu family." Mu Yijue said coldly, his eyes were as black as ink, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

(End of this chapter)