Chapter 409

A meal is full of twists and turns until dark.

Fortunately, Zhan Muqian hasn't come back yet. After finishing the cotton cleaning, he waits silently.

Although I wear gloves when I peel shrimp and crab, the cotton and cotton technology is still hard, and I still pricked my fingers in several places.

Aunt Qiao took the medicine box and gave her the medicine.

At the same time, I feel guilty.

"I knew that I really shouldn't let my wife cook. Especially I shouldn't let my wife do this kind of rough work. This hand is broken How could a little girl do such a job? "

"When Mr. Zhan sees me later, he must scold me to death. Maybe he will drive me away, madam. I think I will lose my job..."

Cotton can't help but be happy! Aunt Qiao, don't advise! I'm covering you! You can't lose your job without me. What's the small injury? It doesn't hurt at all! Aunt Qiao, did you make it? I used to fight in groups. I used to fight against each other and swing the wine bottle... "

"Sir!"

Aunt Qiao was so excited that she almost didn't reach out to cover his wife's mouth.

Mian Mian is talking hard. Suddenly, she is interrupted. Suddenly, she looks like a little son of a bitch. The whole person is not good.

Zhan Muqian frowned slightly at first. Even though he was cold, he went straight to the stairway without expression.

Cotton wool almost bounced from the sofa, and little squirrels jumped up to him. Their tiny bodies stood in front of him, and little eyes looked at him wrongly. Their voice was soft: "you're back, hungry, have a meal..."

The cold and awkward man slowly lowered his eyes for a long time, glanced at her coldly, and his voice was very cold: "I'm not hungry."

This is a clear refusal, seeing the man to the floor.

Aunt Qiao could not hold her breath and said in a high voice, "Sir, you'd better eat something. It's bad for your stomach to be hungry for too long, and this meal..."

Before her voice fell, she was severely stopped by Mian Mian's fierce little eyes.

The atmosphere was a little weird for a moment.

Zhan Muqian seems to realize something wrong, but he can't say what's wrong.

Mian Mian has been with him for a long time. Although he can't say and feel his temper very thoroughly, he is a little sure.

If we want to divide the anger level of war leaders, we can basically divide it into three levels.

First of all, he will change his face, and then he will scold her for a few words, which is the slightest anger value.

Second class is now like this. He is obviously unhappy. His face is full of unhappiness, saying that he is like a dignified old cadre, but if he is like an awkward young master, it's almost the same

Third class Anger value burst, the coping method has not been developed, which is the highest level of anger that is difficult to measure.

At present, he is only second-class.

Mian Mian feels that she can fight, so she stops aunt Qiao and stands on tiptoe.

He stretched his arms out boldly, and his little claws were firmly around his neck.

"Oh, uncle, I've been waiting for you to go home. I haven't had dinner yet. I haven't had a good lunch. I've been waiting for you for so long. Would you like to have some with me?"

Mian Mian keenly observed all the subtle expressions on his face.

Although he was still expressionless, his eyes were obviously puffed when he heard that she had been hungry.

Little fox spirit felt that there was a play, and the war elder of her family refused to give up