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"Sir, we found out. Last night's killer was someone from Ji Mingzhe's side."

In the semi-open kitchen on the second floor of the villa, Lei Shao paused while holding the spoon, "Who is Ji Mingzhe?"

Zhuang Shi, "..." He forgot that the news of the husband was closed during this time.

"It's one of Ji Haodong's many sons. He just arrived in City C three days ago and showed up at Rongxing. It seems that the one surnamed Ji intends to pass the seat to him in the future."

"Understood," Lei Shao said, "pay more attention to him in the future."

After the call was over, Lei Shao put the phone aside, took a sip of the bubbling seafood porridge that was cooking in the casserole, and it tasted just right, he put half a teaspoon of salt into it with satisfaction, and then turned off the fire .

The pork ribs in the other pot had also been stewed soft and sticky. Lei Shao cut the washed potatoes into hob pieces and put them in the pot, and then put a handful of shallots on the chopping board.

When Mu Zixing came over, he saw this scene.

He widened his eyes slightly in surprise, and then stood where he was.

The man in the kitchen had broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a slender figure. He lowered his head slightly at this moment, and skillfully chopped a handful of shallots into small pieces.

From Mu Zixing's point of view, the silhouette of the other side's face is very clear and handsome, his sleeves are rolled up on the elbows, and with the rise and fall of the kitchen knife, the slightly undulating forearm muscles are beautiful and powerful.

He was wearing home clothes and a gray apron around his waist. He had a quiet and gentle demeanor.

Mu Zixing had never seen Lei Shao like this before, even when he was with Yan Yi before, he had never been so... approachable.

But at this moment, this person lost all his power and pomp. Standing in the kitchen like this, he suddenly gradually overlapped with the brother Lei whom he had hoped for in his heart.

Such an unattainable dream, he never thought that it would come true one day.

Mu Zixing was stunned for a long time, until Lei Shao noticed him and turned his head to look over, then he came back to his senses and smiled.

"gentlemen."

"Wait for a while, it will be fine soon." Lei Shao said.

When Mu Zixing walked into the kitchen, he remembered his previous surprise and asked curiously, "Sir, you know how to cook?"

No matter what, he couldn't connect Lei Shao with firewood, rice, oil and salt, but the other party stood here, and it didn't violate harmony at all.

Lei Shao handed the mixed vegetable salad to Mu Zixing and said, "I only cook some Chinese food."

"That's amazing too," Mu Zixing said shyly, "I can't even cook noodles."

Lei Shao lowered his head and cracked the eggs into the bowl, and said, "You don't need to know, we will have dinner on the second floor in the future, and I will make it for you. Your body should take good care of itself."

Mu Zixing was stunned, and quickly refused, "How can this be done, I can't ask my husband to give me..."

"Mu Zixing," Lei Shao called out calmly when he stopped stirring the eggs.

Mu Zixing lost his voice immediately.

Seeing his subconscious nervous reaction every time, Lei Shao felt as if a thorn had been planted in his heart, pulling out a dense pain.

He put down the bowl, walked out, carried him to the dining table and sat down, then gently pinched the other person's chin and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Mu Zixing took a quick look at Lei Shao, first shook his head, then nodded.

In fact, the two of them got along slowly, and his fear of Lei Shao was not so deep anymore, he would not always be trembling, as if walking on thin ice, and sometimes when the atmosphere came, he even dared to act like a baby to him.

But the timidity that has been formed over the years has penetrated into the bones, and it is not so easy to get rid of.

Facing Lei Shao, he would still be cautious, afraid that the other party would get angry because of his words or actions.

He was very sensitive to Lei Shao's reaction. When the other party suddenly stopped stirring the egg liquid like just now, and called him without expression, Mu Zixing's heart would suddenly tremble.

Lei Shao saw his helplessness, he sighed silently, leaned over slightly, put his forehead against Mu Zixing's, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Mu Zixing's eyes trembled, his lips moved, "Sir..."

"Don't talk, listen to me first," Lei Shao stood up straight again, allowing Mu Zixing to see his eyes clearly.

"At first, I thought that after a long time, you would get used to it slowly, but now I still want to say something," Lei Shao paused, "Don't be so afraid of me, don't be so polite, what do you want to say, what do you want If you want to cry or laugh, you can face me."

"You can lose your temper at me, you can ask me for anything... I once said, you can try to trust me, I can give you whatever you want, this sentence It still counts."

In the end, Lei Shao pursed his lower lip and looked at Mu Zixing with heavy eyes, "Give Brother Lei a chance, let's start over, okay?"

Mu Zixing couldn't say a word at all, he had already drowned in the deep and gentle eyes of the other party, the only thing he could respond instinctively was to lean up and kiss Lei Shao's lips.

When the two parted panting, he said, "Okay."

A smile flickered across Lei Shao's eyes.

Four dishes and one soup were served on the table. When Mu Zixing was picking up the bowls and chopsticks, he inadvertently spotted a notebook hanging on the refrigerator. He took a closer look and found that the menu was listed according to the advice given by the nutritionist.

Three meals a day, not the same for a week.

I don't know when my husband did it, Mu Zixing felt warm in his heart, and when he sat down, he said, "Thank you first..."

His voice faltered for a second, and he said again, "Thank you brother."

Lei Shaobucai's hands stopped, and he said helplessly, "Don't tease me while eating."

Mu Zixing pursed his lips and smiled, took out his phone and turned on the camera, looked at Lei Shao and said, "I want to take a photo."

"Ok?"

"It's the first time I ate a meal made by Mr., I want to commemorate it." Mu Zixing said.

He quickly pressed the shutter button, took pictures of Lei Shao and the food, and saved them in a separate album.

In this album, there are photos of Lei Shao on various occasions that he secretly took or collected over the years.

When Mu Zixing put his phone aside and was about to eat, Lei Shao said, "This is actually not the first time you have eaten my cooking."

Mu Zixing raised his head suspiciously.

Originally, Lei Shao would not talk about these things. For a long time, his feelings for Mu Zixing have been stuffy in his heart, but thinking of Mu Zixing's cautious attitude, perhaps revealing it appropriately may make the other party feel uncomfortable. Be more at ease.

"Before you were injured and hospitalized, I gave you food a few times, and I made it myself." Lei Shao said.

Mu Zixing's eyes widened suddenly.

Lei Shao continued, "When I was a child, I promised you that I would learn how to cook and cook for you."