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Han Qiao smiled perfunctorily, "Don't think about those messy things."

Fang Mu hummed and pulled himself back to his senses.

Then, he began to tell Han Qiao about the process of buying the house.

After listening, Han Qiao had no expression on his face.

coincide?

Pooh!

Most coincidences are carefully designed.

Besides, how could Fu Yuyao not know that she lived in this apartment? It was obvious that he had made sufficient preparations to choose the house opposite her apartment.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many coincidences.

Only Fang Mu was naive and didn't think so much.

The perfunctory look on Han Qiao's face became more and more obvious. "It's quite a coincidence. I'm tired after a day, so I'm going back to rest first. If you have a dinner date tonight, don't call me."

Fang Mu instantly thought of what Han Cheng had done.

He touched Han Qiao's head distressedly and said, "Go back and rest. Don't think too much."

How could Han Cheng, that rubbish, be worthy of causing his Ah Qiao any annoyance?

"Yeah." Han Qiao responded and ignored Fu Yuyao.

Anyway, she had already failed with Fu Yuyao, so there was no need to pretend to pester him anymore.

Fu Yuyao didn't say anything with a cold attitude.

He looked at her with deep eyes as she walked in and then closed the door.

Fang Mu sighed and muttered, "Aqiao has been very tired recently. I'll make her some chicken soup to nourish her."

Hearing this, Fu Yuyao looked at Fang Mu deeply.

“Are you sure you can make chicken soup?”

Fang Mu said shamelessly, "I can't do it, but I can learn!"

He patted his chest confidently.

Then I took out my phone and searched for chicken soup tutorials.

Oh, to make chicken soup, you must first buy a suitable pot and then buy a chicken.

Fu Yuyao, "..." Those who didn't know would think that Fang Mu wanted to poison Han Qiao.

He turned and went into the apartment.

Fang Mu stood at the door and stared at his phone for a while, said hello to Fu Yuyao, and went downstairs happily.

It was an hour later when Fang Mu returned to the apartment.

He bought a lot of things.

There is a casserole specifically for stewing chicken soup, with chicken and various ingredients.

Fu Yuyao watched in silence as Fang Mu rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

He lowered his head, his thin lips slightly raised.

He held the phone with his bony fingers and sent a text message to Han Qiao.

He had memorized that cell phone number long ago.

Fang Mu went into the kitchen to make chicken soup for you. Fu Yuyao.

at the same time.

Han Qiao, who was lying on the sofa, received a text message and sat up suddenly.

Fu Yuyao?

Fu Yuyao actually sent her a text message!

How did he know her cell phone number?

"..."Oh, that's right. There's the naive Fang Mu next to Fu Yu. It's just a cell phone number. You can see it by taking Fang Mu's phone.

After thinking for a long time, Han Qiao turned his attention to the first half of Fu Yuyao's sentence.

I was so surprised just now that I only stared at the three words "Fu Yuyao" and forgot to read the words before it.

Fang Mu made chicken soup for her?

this……

Excuse her frankness, but Young Master Fang has lived a life of luxury and has probably never been in the kitchen.

Han Qiao got up helplessly and went to knock on the door opposite.

When Fu Yuyao heard the knock on the door, the gloom in his eyes disappeared instantly.

He just had to beckon the little liar into the trap.

He walked over and opened the door.

Just standing at the door, Han Qiao smelled an unpleasant odor.

Han Qiao, "???"

She walked into the apartment, glanced at the kitchen, and looked at Fu Yuyao in shock, "You won't stop Fang Mu?"

Fu Yuyao, "I can't stop him. I can't stop him from loving his sister."

Han Qiao turned his head speechlessly, walked quickly into the kitchen, took a look at the mess on the floor, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind!