Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 690 My Fiance
After eating the lotus root slices, Caring quickly put down the bamboo stick in his hand.

He casually grabbed a bunch of potato chips and handed them to Mu Zhanchen.

With that stabbing action, Mu Zhanchen thought in a trance that she was holding a sword in her hand.

Want to stab him to death with a sword.

Seeing that the blush around her ears tended to spread to her face, Mu Zhanchen stopped teasing her.

He just smiled and bit off a piece of potato.

Slowly chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed.

Seeing that he had eaten a few slices, his concerned face improved a bit.

"All right."

After eating the baked potato chips, Mu Zhanchen looked down at the skewers in his hand.

Set aside on an empty plate.

Caring is going to get the skewers.

But a hand was stretched out towards her.

Confused, he raised his head and blinked slightly.

I saw Mu Zhanchen's fingers caressing the corner of her lips.

The warm touch usurped all her consciousness.

She felt that the finger rubbed the corner of her mouth lightly before taking it away.

His gaze unconsciously fell on Mu Zhanchen's finger that he took away.

Seeing this, Mu Zhanchen pointed his fingertips towards her, and said in a low voice, "It's stained with sauce."

Looking at the cold white fingers, there is a little dark red sauce.

Caring blinked again.

He took out a tissue from the side and handed it to him.

Mu Zhanchen didn't intend to take it, but just spread his palm in front of her.

A little sauce was stained on the slender and fair fingers.

Obtrusive and obtrusive.

He hardly thought about it, and cared to press the tissue in his hand.

Wipe it twice and take it away.

Looking at the finger pulps that had regained their fairness, the frowning brows loosened.

"Caring about your classmates, is this your boyfriend?"

A girl came over.

Caring turned around, frowning and looking at the girl who came closer.

This girl seldom talks to her.

Although they have been classmates for a year, they have little friendship with each other.

Seeing that her eyes were almost glued to Mu Zhanchen's body, her caring eyebrows were raised in displeasure, and she corrected her softly, "My fiancé."

This reminder made the girl subconsciously look at Mu Zhanchen's finger wearing the diamond ring.

Holding the skewers in her beautiful hands, she moved skillfully without any stagnation.

Even the posture of brushing the sauce is so pleasing to the eye.

"Your fiancé can also grill skewers? Looks delicious."

After a short period of embarrassment, the girl naturally praised Mu Zhanchen's craftsmanship.

Most of the mood of caring about eating skewers was destroyed.

Picking up a skewer of barbecued meat and taking a bite, he let out a cold "hmm".

"Can I have a bunch?"

Jian caring didn't mean to invite her.

The girl blinked her eyes and looked at Mu Zhanchen.

Although it was a question, I already took care of the plate in front of me without politeness.

Caring's eyebrows darkened, and he stabbed at her hand with the iron skewer that had just finished eating the barbecue.

Before the girl's hand touched the barbecue, he stopped her hand with an iron stick.

A little sauce left on the iron stick stained the girl's hands.

With a cry of surprise, she withdrew her hand.

Looking at the sauce on his hands, his eyebrows raised suddenly, "What are you doing?"

Her voice was a little sharp, and her caring eyes were full of anger.

"My brother baked it for me. If you want to eat it, there are plenty over there."

She pointed to a table not far away.

There are more than a dozen ovens here.

The students, excluding theirs, shared five of them.

Among them, three servants in chef uniforms were roasting, and two were roasting by two boys from their class.

The rest, only a middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and was grilling meat.

The rest are baked by servants.

Adults are relatively reserved, and occasionally eat a bunch.

Lots of chatting with champagne in hand.

The servants grilled the skewers, and put them on the table beside them.

At this time, there are also a lot of grilled meat and vegetables that have just been baked.

But she had the cheek to come here to snatch food from her.

Mu Zhanchen came late and had just started baking.

The baked ones were not enough for her to eat, so how could they be distributed to others?

"There are so many on your side, why don't you allow others to eat them? Concern, this is Xiao Jun's birthday party, can you stop being so selfish? You didn't buy these dishes."

Girls are going to be pissed off.

Also brother.

Is it disgusting?

She usually doesn't fit in and doesn't play with the classmates in the class.

She was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable here, so she kindly came over to talk to her and gave her a chance to integrate into the class.

I didn't expect that she didn't appreciate it.

Even a string of mutton skewers are reluctant.

It's not their food, as for?

"Then trouble you to call Xiao Jun over. How much is the dish I ate today worth? I will pay for it."

Caring about his brows and eyes lightly, he took another skewer of mutton from the plate and skewered it.

He took a bite without hesitation.

There was no emotion in his voice.

"You are too much! We are classmates, are you so disrespectful?"

The girl gritted her teeth angrily.

Of course it was impossible for her to call Xiao Jun over.

But she didn't expect that Caring would be so disrespectful to her.

"Where did I get along with you?"

Caring looked at her strangely.

If I remember correctly, she used to join forces with Tao Beibei and Wang to allow them to speak ill of her behind her back.

Although she doesn't hold grudges, it's impossible for her to speak kindly to a person who is full of hostility towards her.

How much lack of love does it take to do such a thing?
"You didn't roast this meat, what are you doing? Sir, can I have a taste of your cooking?"

The girl endured and endured, and then she resisted not going up to tear up Caring's disgusting face.

Smoothing down the hair on the sideburns, he raised his head slightly.

A pair of eyes refrained from looking at Mu Zhanchen's face, but stared at the hand of the barbecue.

There was a little expectation and shame in his eyes.

She knows her strengths.

Many people have said that she lowered her head slightly and focused her eyes, like a star.

At school, she also had many suitors.

It's just that she doesn't like those naive boys in school.

In contrast, a successful man like Mu Zhanchen is more attractive to her.

Caring about that kind of person, with a cold face all day long, is so difficult to get along with.

How can you have such an outstanding boyfriend?

"No."

It was the man's deep and indifferent voice that responded to the girl.

She couldn't help but look up at the man in surprise.

But the man's eyes were always on the skewer in his hand.

It seemed that the living girl in front of her was not as attractive as the skewered meat in her hand.

"You obviously baked so much, do you care about your classmates eating it all by themselves?"

Biting her lower lip, the girl looked unwilling.

She has enough confidence in her appearance.

Why doesn't this man even look at her?
"It's not that she eats it alone."

Mu Zhanchen said without raising his head.

The action of brushing the sauce is meticulous, more skilled than those servants of Xiao's family.

There is also an elegance and luxury that those people don't have.

It's obviously such a down-to-earth thing as grilling skewers, but he does it with ease, elegant and calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, a string of mutton skewers was delivered to his lips.

As if to prove to the girl what he just said.

Mu Zhanchen finally raised his eyes.

There was a trace of warmth in the black eyes.

Qing Jun's perfect handsome face seemed to be lit up because of this warmth.

The whole person came alive.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the meat skewer.

A cheerful smile on his face showed his good mood.

I have fed too much, and I am used to caring.

Even had some fun with it.

Seeing that he had finished eating a bunch, he took out a tissue and handed it over.

Seeing Mu Zhanchen raised his eyebrows and looked over, he tapped the corner of his mouth with another finger, "There are seasonings."

"You wipe it for me."

Mu Zhanchen motioned her to look at his hands.

In one hand, he held an iron skewer with meat on it, and in the other hand, a brush with sauce.

Caring rolled his eyes, reluctantly raised his hand, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue randomly twice.

(End of this chapter)