Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

Because there were more than 100 boxes and about a dozen bags inside, and each bag was very heavy, she couldn't take them all together, so Mu Xiaoyan lowered her body and picked up two plastic bags without chewing.

She stood up and paused thinking for 2 minutes, then put the plastic bag in her hand back, ran to the door and pushed the dining cart in, and then took all the dishes on the dining cart and put them on the table. On the opposite side, in other words, put the dozen or so plastic bags containing noodles on the dining car.

Huangfu Xijue sat on the sofa beside her and watched her complete a series of coherent movements, and when she was about to push the cart away, the mouth that had been silent for a long time opened again: "Wait a minute, bring me some more food. "

Mu Xiaoyan squinted at the dinner plates that she had brought for him to eat but put on the floor and said, "Can't these be eaten?"

She wants to see what else he wants.

"You threw those on the ground, so you can't eat them." Huangfu Xijue glanced at the food on the ground, and he straightened his waist confidently.

His sophistry made her dumbfounded, those things were just placed on the ground, there was a dinner plate underneath, and the food inside the cover of the dinner plate was still clean and completely edible.

"Mister, please wait for a while, I will dispose of your garbage first and then send it to you." A strange smile flashed across Mu Xiaoyan's face, her attitude was modest and humble, implying resistance.

Heh, you're picking on me and want me to bring you food again?Dreaming, you wait slowly in the room.

Mu Xiaoyan pushed the dining car out of the room, facing the cold dough, she hesitated and lingered in front of the trash can for a long time.

Throw it away, this is something that my father made hard with his own hands, if you don't throw it away, there is no way to eat these noodles.Even if it was barely edible, she and Wu Yao could finish two bowls together, and the rest of the noodles would still be spoiled, so they should be thrown away...

In the end, Mu Xiaoyan reluctantly put all these noodles into the trash can. She looked down at the plastic bag in the trash can that was still in good condition, and there was still the fragrance of the noodles inside, which made her really feel bad.

She struggled in front of the trash can for about ten minutes before calling her new mission to help a customer lift a suitcase from the car.

Her small body lifted a large and heavy suitcase from the car. She seemed to be struggling, and no one stepped forward to help her. She carried the luggage down by herself.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Huangfu Xijue looked away from Mu Xiaoyan's thin body downstairs. He put down the curtain in his hand, and a trace of sadness inexplicably flashed across his heart.

I don't understand why this little woman wants to work here. Is her family short of money?

He sent someone to briefly check her background. Her father, Mu Jianzhang, and mother, Nianrui, opened a noodle restaurant at home, and the business was good. It stands to reason that she would not be short of money.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Xijue took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the shortcut number and put it next to his ear, and the call was connected within two seconds. He coldly ordered: "Investigate the detailed background of Mu Xiaoyan's family. .”

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, opened the curtain again and glanced down.

Now Mu Xiaoyan had already lifted the huge suitcase out of the car, with a relaxed expression on her face, she even made a gesture of wiping sweat, and followed the guest with the suitcase.