Chapter 5033: Go around
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"Oh, goodbye ... road, be careful on the road ..." Looking at the car away, Han Yu felt a bit confused, so he stood there quietly and watched the car disappear in front of him.
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Zhang Xingyun sent Han Yu home and returned to the villa.
In the villa, Uncle Li was just preparing to make lunch. Zhang Xingyun was at school at noon. Lunch and afternoon meals were made by Uncle Li.
"Xingyun is back!" Uncle Li's voice came from the kitchen.
"Uncle Li, let me cook." Since he came back, Zhang Xingyun was embarrassed to let Uncle Li cook for him.
"It's okay, the company hasn't been busy in these two days, and I haven't cooked for Xueer for a long time. You can go to the living room to watch TV and wait for a while." Uncle Li smiled lightly and started to prepare rice to cook a pot Porridge.
At this time, a sound of footsteps sounded upstairs, and soon a pretty figure appeared at the door of the kitchen.
Mo Xixue heard the voice of Zhang Xingyun and Uncle Li. When he arrived at the kitchen, he immediately stopped Uncle Li from continuing to make rice.
"Uncle Li, just let the wood cook. If you are old, sit in the living room and watch TV. Wait a minute for dinner!" Mo Xixue pulled Li to go to the living room. The latter was helpless. When did you get older?
Although Uncle Li is more than 50 years old, due to the practice of martial arts, it seems to be more than 40 years old, and the whole person is energetic, and the word "old" is not at all related.
"You girl ..." Uncle Li doesn't know Mo Xixue's thoughts. This girl didn't even finish a bowl of porridge when she ate at noon, and she didn't even eat a lot of dishes. She always frowned when she ate. The expression is to be disgusted.
Mo Xixue blushed and blushed, "He is a bodyguard, he should have been cooking, and he said that before, he was paid, otherwise he will be deducted from his salary!" Great.
Hearing the word "salary deduction", Zhang Xingyun immediately started to cook rice and boil rice porridge. He didn't dare to be indifferent, but suddenly thought that he can now have a two million check in his bag!
"However, it's still far from a hundred million. If there is less money, that's money. You have to treat them the same, so you don't give up, don't give up!" Zhang Xingyun was thankful that he was not blinded by the two million.
The food quickly came out, and the three of them sat together and began to eat.
Uncle Li was a little surprised, he knew the character of Mo Xixue, and he did n’t like sitting with strangers for dinner, but she actually let Zhang Xingyun sit in the living room to eat, and it was quite harmonious to sit together ... Uncle Li An inexplicable smile flashed in his eyes.
The other two didn't feel much. Mo Xixue had a natural face. Only when he saw the cartoon on TV, a slight cramp appeared on Qiao's face; Zhang Xingyun didn't care anymore. He always felt that he was popular!
After eating a few dishes, Uncle Li had to admit that Zhang Xingyun had better cooking skills than him. When he took a bite of porridge, he became more self-confident, so after eating, Uncle Li hurriedly left the villa.
Zhang Xingyun finished the tableware, but he saw Mo Xixue standing at the kitchen door, and seemed to have something to say.
"Is there something?" Zhang Xingyun asked.
"Which ... Can I go out and walk around, staying at home for two days, I'm almost suffocating!" Although Mo Xixue was usually homeless, she didn't go out for a week, so she would hold back her illness. .
Zhang Xingyun frowned slightly, the enemy was dark, I was in the bright, in case of danger, Zhang Xingyun did not dare to guarantee Mo Xixue's absolute safety.
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