The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

After running outside, Qin Xiaochen slapped his hair fiercely. What a problem, he just ran out.

His Second Young Master Qin, what do you want? Now Mo Yanyang is a poor little chef who has no money. Isn't it a matter of minutes to clean up her?

Qin Xiaochen wondered how he couldn't use the skill of deceiving people from his childhood.

He turned his head bitterly and stared at Mo Yanyang!

No, this bad breath must come out.

So Qin Xiaochen turned his head and entered the kitchen without fear of death.

"Mo Yanyang, are you hiding here and dare not meet people?"

No one answered him.

Qin Xiaochen continued: "Today you are comfortable with Xiaoye, I will not tell others. Otherwise, I will call and tell Mo Shixuan that you are in Jinchuan. What will I do if you are in Jinchuan? You owe Mo There are so many people at home, and I will see how you face to meet the Mo family at that time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yanyang used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of hot oil from the pot and splashed it at Qin Xiaochen's feet.

There was some water on the floor of the back kitchen, and when it encountered hot oil, it immediately made a sizzling sound.

Qin Xiaochen was wearing white sneakers with his trouser legs rolled up, revealing nice ankles. Some splashes of oil just landed on his ankles, and he immediately felt a burning sensation.

Qin Xiaochen screamed, "Fuck, Mo Yanyang, are you crazy?"

Only a pair of eyes were exposed on Mo Yanyang's face, which was freezing cold at the moment.

"Believe it or not, Qin Xiaochen, before you make a call, the hot oil in this oil pan will all fall on you. Are you not an international male model? You have no face. I see how you go on the runway."

Mo Yanyang admitted that she really shouldn't do this, but she couldn't help it.

Qin Xiaochen's words were too harsh on her heart.

If he doesn't know anything, he will use the Mo family to attack her.

If she didn't run back then, Rosie had already been put on the operating table, and her heart had been digged.

That's right, the Mo family did raise her, but... does she deserve to die?

Qin Xiaochen's face turned pale: "You...you are such a lunatic..."

"roll."

Qin Xiaochen moved his lips: "Roll away..."

He turned around and ran out, ran to the door and stopped to touch his hungry belly. He remembered the delicious food he had eaten last time, took a deep breath and squeezed his hands: "It's not just a bite to eat, I'm not rare."

Five minutes later, Qin Xiaochen patted the table: "Why are you so slow to make a meal, can't you hurry?"

Mo Yanyang: "Shut up if you want to eat!"

"Shut up and shut up!"

He took out his mobile phone, turned out Mo Shixuan's number, hesitated for a while, and put it down.

...

After half an hour, Mo Yanyang finally made four dishes and placed them in front of Qin Xiaochen.

Qin Xiaochen took a harsh breath of the fragrance that floated, his saliva was already overflowing.

He quickly picked up the chopsticks: "Hey, you are really not afraid, I... tell someone you are here?"

Mo Yanyang: "Then you try, do you have life to go out?"

"I..." Qin Xiaochen suddenly smiled: "You admit it, did you admit that you are Mo Yanyang?"

"Admit what?"

A slightly hoarse smoke came from behind, and Qin Xiaochen and Mo Yanyang looked at it at the same time.

Qin Xiaochen was so scared that he almost didn't fall: "Brother, you... why are you here?"

The tall figure was tall and straight, the backlight came in, and the restaurant seemed to suddenly become much smaller when he stepped in.

Mo Yanyang knew who came. This person was much more difficult to deal with than Qin Xiaochen. She didn't intend to say more, leaving one sentence: "Scan the QR code and pay forty thousand."

After speaking, he turned around and went into the back kitchen.

Qin Xiaoting glanced at Mo Yanyang's back. He walked to Qin Xiaochen and sat down: "If I don't come, you will be demolished."

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