Is it because I am too tired to work these days and have been crazy?

Just as I was about to withdraw my gaze, I saw Liang Muqing raise her head.

She didn't seem to expect him to appear on the balcony on the second floor, and was slightly stunned, then smiled.

The corners of the mouth were raised upwards, revealing eight snow-white teeth, and a pair of big eyes bent into crescent moons. Their facial features were delicate and lively, making them lively.

Against the morning sunshine, the flowers behind me all became backs.

Liang Muqing raised the flower seedlings in her hand and waved to Qian Yang. Her eyes were clear and her smile was clean and sweet.

This scene was frozen in Qian Yang's eyes, and his heartbeat suddenly became a little faster.

He retreated in panic and walked back to the room almost like a fleeing.

By the time he finished washing and went downstairs, he had recovered as usual and was the successor of the Qian Group, who was silent and cold before.

Liang Muqing was still planting flowers outside. When the butler saw him coming down, he shouted respectfully, "Big Master."

"Yeah." Qian Yang responded lightly, then walked towards the restaurant.

The housekeeper quickly followed and said with a smile, "Master, today's breakfast was made by Miss Liang himself."

Qian Yang, who had not yet entered the restaurant, staggered and almost fell flat!

Thinking of the bowl of pasta that was comparable to arsenic last night, the blue veins on his forehead thundered!

Thinking of Liang Muqing's scarred hands, his face immediately sank.

"Doesn't there be a chef at home? Why do you have to let her cook?"

Uncle Fu, who was following him, was puzzled on his face. Why did he feel that the eldest young master's tone was a little bit gritted?

It’s an illusion that the love breakfast made by the fiancée himself should be happy.

So Uncle Fu smiled and said good things to Liang Muqing, "It was Miss Liang's request. She heard that you like to eat pasta made by her own hands. She was very happy and insisted on preparing love breakfast for you personally. She tried the recipe for a long time."

Qian Yang, “…”

Which eye can see that he likes to eat!

Why did he get up so late today? Is it because he came back late when he worked overtime?

No!

It was because he got up at three in the morning to go to the bathroom and got up at four in the morning to take painkillers!

Qian Yang's face turned completely dark, "Let the chef..." to make another breakfast.

Before the next half of the sentence was finished, Liang Muqing ran in from outside.

She walked very quickly, with fine sweat oozing from her forehead, her cheeks were slightly red, her mouth was slightly open and her breathing, and her hands were holding unplanted seedlings.

The expression on his face was smiling.

"Qian Yang, have you gotten up?"

He said with bright eyes, then he became shy, "I...I made you a love breakfast."

When she said this, she didn't dare to look at him and lowered her head shyly.

I couldn't help but secretly glance at his expression, which was completely a delicate look of my little daughter who had just fallen in love.

Qian Yang said that he was right and went back.

A slightly cold gaze passed through her shy face and landed on her left hand.

The five fingers were still attached to the Band-Aid, so I only dared to clamp the seedlings with the inner side of my thumb and palm, and I didn't dare to use force at all.

And there were two more bubbles on the back of the right hand that was stained with soil.

Qian Yang's pupils contracted slightly.

Turning around, he walked into the restaurant silently.
Chapter completed!