One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Mo Nanchuan seemed to be so drunk that he couldn't hear it at all, and just kept whispering softly. I don't know if it was "Yuyu" or "Yiyi" or something else.

Zhuang Chuchu took heavy steps, and Mo Nanchuan pressed down to put a full burden on her weak body.

"Calling, calling, what is it called?! You know how to drink all day long!!"

Finally, after a lot of hard work, Zhuang Chuchu put Mo Nanchuan back on his bed, and immediately panted heavily.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted, Mo Nanchuan, you are really a pig, it's fine if you look like a pig, you are so heavy that you will die."

She put her hips on her hips and looked at Mo Nanchuan who was breathing heavily for a long time, when she suddenly thought of a question.

She originally wanted to inquire about today's affairs, but now it's all right, this pig drinks so much, how can she inquire? !
In the end, Zhuang Chuchu thoughtfully and disgustedly helped Mo Nanchuan, and then returned to her room.

The next day, like yesterday, Zhuang Chuchu took another half-day off, and when she reappeared in the company, it was almost noon.

Her hands were covered with bags, and she moved so awkwardly that she could not be noticed.

When she struggled to get to the president's office, Long Muyun happened to come out.

The man lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the big and small bags in Zhuang Chuchu's hands. After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What is this for?"

Zhuang Chuchu grinned, and said in a hearty voice, "I'll cook for you."

Mo Nanchuan said that Long Muyun had a stomach problem, and if he wanted to keep him, he had to take care of his stomach, so she went out early in the morning to buy vegetables.

"Okay, okay, leave the lunch to me, you can go back to the office and stay."

After finishing speaking, the woman put down all kinds of dishes in her hand, regardless of three seven twenty one, stuffed Long Muyun back into the office, and continued to walk to the lounge.

Then, for a long time, strange female voices came from the lounge from time to time, some proud, some hurried, some doubtful.

"Which one is the chicken and which is the duck?"

"Yes, yes, and eggs."

"What's wrong with this green vegetable?"

"You need to drain the oil first, yes."

"Haha, I'm so talented, it reminds me of this."

"..."

Every word and sentence is Zhuang Chuchu's self-talk, and all of them show her intention and concentration at this time.

After about an hour or so, Zhuang Chuchu carefully stepped into the CEO's office with a tray in his hand.

"what is this?"

Long Muyun glanced at the tray on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Zhuang Chuchu laughed dryly, and explained bravely, "This is the lunch I carefully prepared for you."

Long Muyun picked up a poached egg and looked at it for two seconds, then slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked in surprise, "Are you sure this is for me?"

This is no longer a simple poached egg. Both sides seem to be coated with a thick layer of carbon.

Sitting and watching the other dishes, the meat is burnt, the vegetables are yellow, and the rice is raw, let alone humans, pigs are unwilling to stutter.

The index fingers of Zhuang Chuchu's two hands secretly poked each other, and said with a guilty smile, "Although...it doesn't look very good, but the taste...should be good, try it."

Long Muyun put down the poached egg in the chopsticks, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said calmly, "As the fruit of your labor, I allow you to take a bite first."