Chapter 81 End of the main text
After receiving his brother's request, Mu Hongbo went to Long Yancheng without stopping.
Suddenly, only Xiao Fufu was left at home.
After experiencing various exciting extreme sports, porcelain doll dressing, classical art learning, etc., Mu Qingliu finally discovered a new hobby.
It was learning to cook.
The pot was stewed with sweet, spicy and salty flavors, and the air was filled with the flavors of the world. No matter how rich or smart you are, life will eventually return to the ordinary fireworks of the world.
It's just that Mu Qingliu's cooking posture is very novel. Every time Song Yin goes home, he feels like he has walked into a large laboratory.
Mu Qingliu was like a skilled civil engineer and a winner of a superb chemical experiment award. He held an electric knife in his hand and measured the length, width and height of the square piece of meat, and then cut the meat into small square pieces of equal area.
Song Yin stood at the door of the kitchen, eyes wide open and mouth wide open, watching the other party's meticulous carving.
Mu Qingliu had heard the footsteps early, raised his goggles between his face to his forehead, smiled charmingly and said, "Go take a shower quickly, tonight's main course is Mu's sauce square steak, with foie gras truffles, peach heart tomato pasta."
Song Yin took the initiative to come over and hug his waist, and instantly glanced at the finished product on the test bench.
Each piece of pasta was no longer the familiar golden color. I don't know how it was dyed into cherry blossom powder, and then carved into peach hearts of the same size with a mold.
The salt, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, and seasonings were all measured to the exact degree with an extremely accurate electronic scale, and then neatly arranged on a serving plate.
Song Yin's arms tightened, and he smiled and blew into someone's ear and said, "It must taste good."
[Oh my god~]
[Fortunately, the stinky villain only has a strong interest in cooking. If he was obsessed with making bombs or something, I seriously doubt that with his exploratory spirit, he would be able to make one.]
Mu Qingliu saw that the others didn't have any opinions, but Song Yin sometimes unconsciously called him [stinky villain].
This detail made Mu Qingliu a little concerned.
Mu Qingliu turned back and kissed him, saying calmly, "It must taste good. It has been scientifically formulated with less salt and oil, and balanced nutrition, which is most suitable for the physical development of teenagers."
Song Yin was amused by him, "Nonsense, I celebrate Youth Day every year, and I have developed almost everything that should have developed."
Then he went to take a shower happily.
After removing the sweat stains of the whole day, Song Yin felt extremely refreshed. Sometimes after he and Mu Qingliu took a bath, Mu Qingliu always liked to hold him and stand naked in front of the floor-length mirror.
Mu Qingliu was not there now, so Song Yin stood in front of the mirror alone, carefully examining everything about himself.
His skin was very fair. After getting married, it was especially well moisturized by Mu Qingliu recently, and a delicate pink radiated from the depths of his fair skin.
Although Song Yin is born with a curvy figure, he is very tall and has a delicate but not effeminate appearance.
Even though he is the passive partner in bed, and physically, he can never match the super endurance of the villain Mu.
Also, Song Yin's body is covered with a thin layer of muscle. The programmer sits in front of the computer for a long time all day, but he has not become bald or fat. This is all thanks to Song Yin being forced by Mu Qingliu to exercise together every day.
At this moment, the person in the center of the mirror is very handsome.
Song Yin stroked his cheeks and body, just like Mu Qingliu doing the same thing in front of the mirror every day.
The young handsome guy does have enough capital to attract a partner.
Song Yin's hand finally stopped at his abdomen. His muscles were very thin, with a slight mermaid line and vest line, unlike Mu Qingliu who was perfect in every way.
Every time he stuck to Mu Qingliu, he always felt like a thin little boy, trapped in the solid shadow of the huge outline behind him.
"I seem to have a little fat on my belly." Although it was only a little bit, which was within the normal range, Song Yin was still a little worried.
Could it be that Mu Qingliu had been cooking for him recently, and he had eaten a little too much to show his support?
However, Mu Qingliu was a talented player, and the food he cooked was actually very delicious. His knife skills were sophisticated, and the plating was exquisite, and he did not allow any sloppiness.
Because his partner is a person who strives for perfection, the careless Song Yin dares not be too sloppy. Compared with other science and engineering men, Song Yin has a much higher requirement for himself. Every time he takes a shower, he is willing to spend more than ten minutes on body scrubbing to make every detail of himself clean and fragrant.
Respect your spouse's efforts.
The two enjoyed dinner happily.
Song Yin helped wipe the grease off the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. He quickly returned to the bathroom, took out the dental floss to clean the gaps between teeth one by one, and then brushed his teeth carefully.
Mu Qingliu went in to take a shower, locked the bathroom door with his backhand, and directly locked his wife.
Song Yin immediately laughed, "What do you mean? I took a shower as soon as I got home."
Mu Qingliu slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then the buttons on the collar, one by one, until his full chest and abdominal muscles were exposed. His
big hand went to Song Yin's waist, pulling him back into his arms, and said with a hint of teasing, "Now, the smell of oil and smoke on my body is completely on you."
The implication was that they should take another shower together.
Song Yin didn't want to take another shower, and raised his nose to smell the center of the other person's shirt.
"There is no smell of oil and smoke at all, it smells very good."
Mu Qingliu curled his lips and pulled out the shirt tucked into his pants completely, completely revealing all the secrets of his muscle lines.
"Then smell it again, is there really no smell?" Mu Qingliu's eyes darkened, and he bent his legs slightly and sat on the sink, like a king looking down on the world, "I will let you go only after you have smelled it well."
[Ahhhhh!]
[This bad guy!] Song Yin's face couldn't stand his fiery provocation, [I knew this guy was a stinky villain, a big bad guy who likes to oppress people!]
Mu Qingliu stroked his earlobe, pulled it, and signaled him to hurry up.
Song Yin had no choice but to half-kneel on the ground obediently, smelled it carefully, and his face was hot and about to burn.
Mu Qingliu lowered his eyelashes and asked deliberately, "What's that smell?"
Song Yin bit his lips tightly, and even his neck was hot. "It's not the smell of oil smoke, it's the masculine smell of my husband."
[This stinky villain, I am so angry, I have to scold him! ]
[stinky villain, stinky villain! stinky villain!! ]
[Hmm]
Mu Qingliu bent down with satisfaction and kissed his wife's cursing mouth.
There is nothing wrong with being a stinky villain. At least when bullying his wife, Mu Qingliu felt that he lived up to the name and was very upright.
The next day, Song Yin turned over from the deserted bed. He remembered that he seemed to be unconscious in the bathtub last night. How did he move to here?
Song Yin was going to take another nap, but then he thought that when he was a vegetable, he slept too much, so now he has no desire for sleep.
He got up, put on his clothes, and when he went downstairs, he bumped shoulders with Ivan who was going upstairs.
The laptop in Aiwen's hand fell to the ground and broke, but he held it firmly in his hand.
[(/≧▽≦)/]99+
[So awesome! ]
[Is this guy from the special forces? ! ]
Aiwen has always liked soft and cute things, and he also admired the boss lady who could spray all kinds of bubbles every day.
Song Yin apologized to him and was distracted while walking.
Ivan smiled and said, "I'm lucky I didn't knock you down. It's just a notebook..."
As he said that, he suddenly remembered something and pulled Song Yin, who was about to leave, "Mr. Song, I happen to have a video here. I think you will definitely feel something after watching it."
Song Yin said sideways, "It's not that kind..."
Ivan: "...I'm a serious bodyguard."
Song Yin laughed awkwardly, took Ivan's laptop, and opened a video clip in the file.
The video effect is relatively blurry, mainly because the lightning in the video is too terrifying, bright and dense, destroying the clarity that the camera can achieve.
The only thing you can see is that the whole building is shaking and about to fall, and stones and debris are splashing after being hit by lightning.
Song Yin had never seen the true appearance of the Phantom Building, but he was in the center of a thunderstorm at the time. He had only experienced that kind of fear once in his life, and it was already engraved into his DNA.
Then.
Song Yin saw a figure with an umbrella on his back, dangerously passing through countless lightning bolts, and finally landing on the edge of the top floor with difficulty.
Because the entire video was a residual image, the audio track was completely destroyed and there was no sound, and even the picture was very bad.
However, Song Yin somehow saw who the other party was.
He knew that figure by heart.
At the moment when the figure was about to land on the top floor of the tall building, a thunderbolt hit the edge, and the rubble that exploded broke the man apart, and he fell rapidly from the building directly in front of Song Yin.
"No!"
Song Yin was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He reached out to touch the video screen, and the video stopped completely at this moment.
The man fell down.
"So, Qingliu was going to save me at that time?"
"In such a dangerous place, did he jump directly to save me?"
Song Yin's face was pale and pale.
Ivan said from a professional perspective, "Because Mr. Mu is still alive and well, I want you to take a look too."
"Yes, low-altitude parachute jumping is very dangerous, and the death rate is very high, but you were also in danger at the time, surrounded by lightning, and the whole building was on the verge of collapse."
"Mr. Song!"
Song Yin didn't listen to his opinion on this matter at all, and jumped down two steps at a time.
That day!!
Mu Qingliu actually used such a dangerous method to save himself? !
[Mu Qingliu, you big fool, what should I do if you die! ]
Song Yin thought about the moment when Mu Qingliu fell from the phantom building, and even the blood in his veins froze into ice.
Mu Qingliu fell to his death.
This was the plot that Song Yin feared the most, and Mu Qingliu almost fell from the top of the building.
In order to save him! !
[Too terrible! Too terrible! I almost killed him! ! ]
Song Yin was looking for Mu Qingliu everywhere, crying and shouting in a low voice.
"Qingliu! Husband! Where are you!!"
Mu Qingliu was sitting in the sunshine of the courtyard, enjoying the quiet morning. When he heard his wife calling him, he couldn't help but stand up, wondering if his wife was angry.
After all, he deliberately did a lot of bad things that a stinky villain deserved last night. He
was feeling guilty.
Song Yin had already found him. His wife was very beautiful at the door. The person illuminated by the morning light was like a rising star in the dark.
However, why did his wife cry so pitifully?
Mu Qingliu looked seriously at the dense bubbles of complaints behind Song Yin.
Hundreds and thousands.
All written.
[Mu Qingliu, I love you! ]999+
[Mu Qingliu, I love you! ]999+
[Mu Qingliu, I love you! 】999+
Song Yin is too shy. No matter how Mu Qingliu forces him, he will never say a word about love easily. He
is even less affectionate than him, a person with emotional apathy.
Including the word "husband".
Song Yin has called him "husband" three times since his marriage. His mouth is the hardest part of his body. No matter how Mu Qingliu kisses him, he refuses to call him more.
Once.
Mu Qingliu thought that Song Yin was too young and not good at expressing love. Later, he thought that even he himself was not very good at using the right emotions, so what basis did he have to ask his wife?
Mu Qingliu once saw a very simple sentence in a book.
Wait for the flowers to bloom.
He is willing to spend his entire life waiting to guard the blooming of a delicate flower.
Now.
Song Yin was crying so hard that his back was full of bubbles of complaints.
[Mu Qingliu, I love you!] 999+
[Mu Qingliu, I love you!] 999+
[Mu Qingliu, I love you!] 999+
Pink hearts were flying all over the sky.
Mu Qingliu was in the deep morning light, and it seemed that the corners of his mouth had melted and he could not suppress it. He stretched out his arms towards a poor little thing.
He said calmly.
"Yin Yin, come here."