Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 33 The Fiery Red Ferrari ([-])
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Mu Ziyuan returned to the villa, changed into slippers at the entrance, sat on the sofa, thought for a while with his fingers in his hands, then called the chef to him, and told him:

"Changing to Chinese food tonight, it needs a portion for two people."

The chef replied respectfully: "Yes!"

Mu Ziyuan wanted to give him a sign to cook, but suddenly he remembered that the doctor in the hospital said that Xia Haiqing was malnourished, so he put down his hand and added:
"Dinner should be balanced in nutrition, and make some snacks that women prefer. Okay, let's get busy."

The chef bowed: "Yes."

Mu Ziyuan stood up, started walking upstairs with his hands in his pockets, and stopped halfway.

I remember that Xia Haiqing liked to eat mutton skewers five years ago. I don’t know if this bad habit has changed now.

As Mu Ziyuan thought about it, he couldn't help but bent his lips, turned around and went back to the kitchen, and told the chef, "By the way, let's grill some mutton kebabs too... the meat should be three-point fat and seven-point thin, put more cumin and less chili." .”

Mu Ziyuan recalled Xia Haiqing's picky taste and continued to make supplements.

The chef had worked in the villa for more than a year, and this was the first time that Mu Ziyuan had talked so much with him. It was almost every detail, and he had to personally guide him.

The chef was a little flattered.

Mu Ziyuan also seemed to feel that he was a bit wordy today, he clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, glared at the chef with a strange expression, turned coldly and went upstairs.

The chef received Mu Ziyuan's stern gaze, and was so frightened that he almost raised his head, puffed up his chest and tucked in his stomach, and stood still in a military posture.

Fortunately, Mu Ziyuan glared at him, then turned around and left. He wiped off his sweat, and started to cook with all his energy.

Mr. Mu attaches great importance to this meal. If he fails to do well, he may not be able to please the diners, and he may be ordered to be laid off directly.

The chef was vigilant in his heart and dared not make any mistakes.

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After Mu Ziyuan went upstairs, he went into the bathroom to take a shower, and found a new suit in the cloakroom to change into. He matched it with a black shirt with silver stitching and a narrow tie with white dots and a black background. He looked in the mirror Handsome and unrestrained, with infinite style.

Mu Ziyuan glanced at it, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

With the same demeanor as before, who else is so handsome that he has no friends except Mu Ziyuan? ! !
The tip of Mu Ziyuan's tongue brushed his silver teeth evilly, put away Piao Yuan's state of mind, turned around and entered the study, and sat upright on the swivel chair.

His legs were very long, and when straightened, they were longer than the Goss wool carpet on the ground.

With his strong fingers, Mu Ziyuan nimbly played with the limited-edition fountain pen, and opened a book worth hundreds of millions of dollars to read.

After browsing through one book quickly, Mu Ziyuan felt that there was no problem and signed his name. When he went to pick up the next book, he suddenly stopped, frowned and raised his arm to look at the time on the watch.

Half an hour has passed, she should be here soon, right?
This thought flashed across Mu Ziyuan's mind, and he was no longer in the mood for work. He put down his pen, stood up, and walked downstairs. He glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling windows inadvertently. Seeing that there was no one, he looked back and sat down on the sofa.

He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, tuned to the traffic news and watched it.

The traffic from the hospital to the villa is a bit of a traffic jam at the moment, and she probably will be late for a while.

Mu Ziyuan looked at the traffic map, stroked his chin and analyzed it.

For the first time, he felt that time passed slowly, so Mu Ziyuan took out a cigar and bit it to his lips, lit it and smoked it to pass the time.

The lips were bitten by Xia Haiqing, and the wound was slightly painful when it encountered the spicy smoke.

Mu Ziyuan stretched out his fingers to touch his lips, then chuckled and said to himself.

"Haven't you kissed in five years? The bite is really cruel."

Even though he said this, the corners of Mu Ziyuan's mouth were still raised happily, and his eyes were sporadically scattered, so soft that it made people intoxicated!

Mu Ziyuan was secretly happy for a while, then an idea popped into his head.

Will Xia Haiqing stay here tonight?

(End of this chapter)