"Sit down, what are you doing while standing?"

Mu Qingcheng sat in the previous position again, looked up and smiled slightly at the two of them.

At this moment, Mu Qingcheng no longer had the noble image that a goddess should have. She was like a gentle and kind young woman, gentle and quiet, especially when she matched the tea utensil in front of her, she gave people a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"Wife, are you making tea?" Jing Fei came to his senses first, sat down at Mu Qingcheng and said with a smile.

But Mu Qingcheng didn't say anything. He held the teapot in both hands, rinsed it skillfully, and then naturally poured a cup of filled tea for no one of them. Then he raised his head: "I just went to school with TV. How about you taste the tea I made?" After that, Mu Qingcheng looked at the two of them quietly.

Jing Fei was even more shocked. He knew Mu Qingcheng's living habits and wanted to split time in half on weekdays. He was all focused on work. A typical workaholic could not learn tea art at all. However, Mu Qingcheng's actions when he made tea were like flowing water, and he did it in one go. I wonder if he thought he was well aware of this.

Jing Fei doesn't understand tea art, but he can watch it. Seeing Mu Qingcheng's flowing movements, and then listening to her meaning, she just started studying on TV. This is too exaggerated. If this is true, it would be a pity that Mu Qingcheng would not be a tea art woman. She is absolutely talented.

But Murong Qianqian didn't have so many thoughts. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, then frowned slightly. A very bitter and astringent feeling instantly filled her mouth, and she had a complete thought with the fragrance she smelled before...

"Isn't it very hard?" Mu Qingcheng asked looking at her.

"It's a bit bitter." Murong Qianqian put down the teacup.

"This is the tea that I asked the hotel to buy for me specifically. At the beginning, it was indeed bitter and astringent. However, you just need to taste it slowly and you will find that the aftertaste is long. If you don't believe it, try it again. Remember, don't sip it big. Tea should be tasted slowly, especially this cup of tea." Mu Qingcheng explained quietly.

Murong Qianqian looked at Mu Qingcheng in surprise and picked up the teacup again. If someone else said these words, she would definitely think it was nonsense, but she would not doubt Mu Qingcheng, and Mu Qingcheng had no need to tease her.

really.

The second taste is indeed not as bitter as before. Although it is far less exaggerated than Mu Qingcheng said, and there is no longer a long aftertaste, but the taste is indeed much better.

Murong Qianqian slowly tasted it little by little, and finally, her eyes lit up. Although she still didn't feel any long aftertaste, she really felt something strange as Mu Qingcheng said, no longer bitter, but a very special taste...

"How is it?" Mu Qingcheng saw the change in Murong Qianqian's expression and asked with a smile.

"This cup of tea is so strange. It's really not that bitter now." Murong Qianqian raised her head and showed a smile.

"It's really that amazing?"

Before Mu Qingcheng could speak, Jing Fei beside him couldn't help but pick up the cup that Mu Qingcheng washed for him...

"puff"

But as soon as he entered the mouth, Jing Fei couldn't help but spray it out, and almost burst into tears and snot. He looked at Mu Qingcheng with a sad face: "Wife, is this tea? It's so hard to drink?"

Then he looked at Murong Qianqian beside him. This woman risked her life and tasted it for a long time. It's a hell. She can drink this kind of thing.

The strange eyes of the two women who were greeting Jing Fei were like looking at a cow with inexplicable charm.

Play the piano against the cow.

Jing Fei saw this word sensitively from the eyes of the two.

"Tea tasting requires patience and spirit. You are too impetuous." Mu Qingcheng looked down at the tea utensil in front of him and frowned.

Following Mu Qingcheng's gaze, Jing Fei also felt a pain. He just sprayed it out and sprayed it on the tea utensil. He didn't let go of any of the tea utensils. Obviously, there was no way to continue. If you want to make tea, you can only clean it and brew it again.

At this moment, Mu Qingcheng suddenly said, "It's getting late, I'm a little sleepy."

Jing Fei and Murong Qianqian looked at each other, and no one expected Mu Qingcheng to say something like this.

"I originally wanted to make you a pot of tea and talk to you, but now it seems that there is no time left. It's so late again," Mu Qingcheng said as he stood up.

"Yes, it's getting late, Jing Fei, go and rest first." Murong Qianqian suddenly turned to Jing Fei and said.

"?"

Jing Fei didn't move. He hadn't said the purpose of coming here yet. Just leave like this?

But seeing Murong Qianqian keep blinking at her, Jing Fei didn't say anything, so he could only stand up: "Okay, then I'll leave first."

As he said that, he pushed the door and walked out. After going out, he secretly scolded himself for being incompetent. He was just a cup of bitter and astringent tea. He swallowed it as soon as he gritted his teeth and spitted it out and did something. A good exchange conversation was disbanded in advance by myself...

He looked back at the door behind him, and it was not worthy of Murong Qianqian's purpose, but he actually helped Mu Qingcheng to drive him away.

However, Jing Fei believed in Murong Qianqian's ability, and it must have ulterior motives to stay deliberately, but he couldn't help.

never mind.

Shaking his head, Jing Fei simply didn't think about anything and went back to his room. It's useless to think randomly now, but everything will be clear tomorrow...

Let’s talk about the room.

It seemed a little surprised to see Mu Qingcheng not leaving Mu Qingcheng, but he soon returned to normal and didn't say anything. He just looked at Murong Qianqian quietly, as if waiting for Murong Qianqian to speak first.

Murong Qianqian didn't say anything, but bent down and naturally packed up the tea set on the coffee table.

Organize, clean, and then place it neatly... Finally, I started to skillfully make tea...

Although it is not as smooth as Mu Qingcheng, it is done in one go and it is done in a good manner.

Mu Qingcheng always looked at everything in front of him quietly, without saying a word.

"Mr. Mu, please!"

Mu Qingcheng poured out a cup of freshly brewed tea and made an invitation gesture to Mu Qingcheng.

Mu Qingcheng did not refuse, sat back in the previous position, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then frowned slightly, obviously unable to adapt to the bitterness of the tea for a while.

Seeing Mu Qingcheng frowning, Murong Qianqian apologized: "Mr. Mu, my tea skills are limited, you will just give it a moment."

"It's okay." Mu Qingcheng put down the teacup and raised his head.

Murong Qianqian also raised her head, looked at Mu Qingcheng for ten seconds, and suddenly said, "Mr. Mu, I am Jing Fei's lover."

"I know." Mu Qingcheng nodded, no surprises appeared on his face.

Murong Qianqian was not surprised and continued: "Actually, Jing Fei asked me to come in together this time, the purpose is..."

"I will formally introduce you to me, right?" Mu Qingcheng interrupted Murong Qianqian's words, but his expression was calm and he could not tell what he was thinking at all.

"I'm sorry." Murong Qianqian lowered her head and apologized softly.

"If it's useful to say sorry, what else do the police do in this world?" Mu Qingcheng actually said something popular online.

But Murong Qianqian didn't laugh, but she still lowered her head. As the head of the elder sister in Hong Kong, Kowloon and Australia, she felt a little panicked for the first time.

Mu Qingcheng said again: "If you feel sorry for me, if I ask you to leave Jing Fei now, can you do it?"

"I'm sorry." Murong Qianqian apologized again, her voice was even smaller, but the meaning was very obvious.

Mu Qingcheng smiled, very light, but naturally: "That's right. You didn't really apologize to me when you came here. Since that's the case, it's useless to say more of the three words "sorry."

"Aren't you angry?" Murong Qianqian raised her head, Mu Qingcheng's current smile surprised her.

"Is it useful to be angry?" Mu Qingcheng asked back.

"But"

Murong Qianqian's lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

Yes, is it useful to be angry?

Mu Qingcheng said: "Actually, when I was in Hong Kong and Kowloon, I knew about you. It was not only you, but also your sister. I also knew that she had Jing Fei's child in her belly..."

Murong Qianqian's face changed slightly. She had also heard of these things from Jing Fei and her sister. She knew about the contact between Mu Qingcheng and Murong Xiuxiu, but she didn't understand what Mu Qingcheng meant to say these words at this time.

"I know you must be very strange now. Since I know so much, why can I still face it so calmly, right?" Mu Qingcheng looked at Murong Qianqian.

"Mr. Mu, to be honest, if I were you, I would definitely not be like you. If my man had sex outside or even had children with someone, I would definitely be angry." Murong Qianqian did not hide her thoughts at all. She was really surprised now. Mu Qingcheng's performance was too calm, so calm that she could not accept it. She, Ning Yuan, Mu Qingcheng, sarcastically sarcastically at her, might feel more comfortable.

"Jing Fei is also your man now. He has other women outside. Are you angry?" Mu Qingcheng asked suddenly.

"This nature is completely different. Mr. Mu, you are the owner of Jing Fei. I am an outsider. What qualifications do I have to be angry?" Murong Qianqian smiled and shook her head.

"You were wrong." Mu Qingcheng shook his head.

"?" Murong Qianqian looked at Mu Qingcheng in confusion.

"No one in this world is the owner of whom. If you are a human, you are free."

Mu Qingcheng was surprised to Murong Qianqian and continued, "Do you really think I'm not angry? I won't be angry?"

Mu Qingcheng sighed and asked back.

"Then why are you now..." Murong Qianqian looked at Mu Qingcheng in confusion.

"As the same thing, is it useful for me to be angry, or can I change the current facts if I am angry?" Mu Qingcheng's face was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Murong Qianqian was silent. Mu Qingcheng said it right. In fact, what can I do if I get angry or angry? No matter how angry I get, it cannot change the facts.
Chapter completed!