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Chapter 503

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Su Qianxun asked Gu Mian to sit beside her. She asked worriedly, "Did Tang Zui make things difficult for you?"

Gu Mian immediately shook her head. "No, he's just a little angry."

Su Qianxun was speechless.

Even though she could tell Tang Zui not to bully Mian Mian normally, she really could not say anything when it came to this kind of situation.

Si Mancheng saw that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he said, "You guys haven't eaten yet, right? The typhoon is so strong now, and we'll definitely be staying here tonight. Why don't we cook together? "

"No!" Tang Zui's tone was unpleasant. It was obvious that he was really unhappy. At least, it was the first time Su Qianxun saw him lose his temper in public.

"I don't know how to cook either," Si Mancheng said meekly.

"I'll do it." Gu Mian quickly stood up. She felt that everyone was in trouble tonight because of her, and she was very willing to cook for everyone to make it up to them.

Su Qianxun offered to help too, so the two young women went into the kitchen together.

Long Sijue and Tang Zui kept staring at the two young women's backs. Tang Zui was really in a bad mood. He asked Long Sijue for a cigarette and went to smoke.

Si Mancheng saw that Long Sijue looked gloomy and asked, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you find Su Qian and bring her back? "

"…"

"She would rather call the rescue center." Long Sijue sounded a little bitter.

She would rather call Ye Gu than him when something happened to her before. Now that she was in danger, she would rather call the rescue center …

How long would it take for her to think of calling him when something happened to him?

Si Mancheng glanced at the young woman in the kitchen. "Jue, I think you might have misunderstood her this time. She might not call you because she's worried that you'll be in danger."

Long Sijue felt his heart skip a beat when he heard that. 'Is that really what the young woman thinks?'

…..

Halfway through the meal, Long Sijue pulled Su Qianxun out of the kitchen. She was about to ask him what he wanted to do when she saw Tang Zui walk in …

Perhaps Su Qianxun was biased. Honestly, she actually hoped that Gu Mian and Tang Zui could fall in love and be together.

As for Tang Ming, she always felt that he and Gu Mian were not compatible, so she also hoped that Gu Mian and Tang Zui could develop a relationship.

Su Qianxun knew that Long Sijue was angry. She wanted to take this opportunity to ask him what was going on.

But before she could say anything, Long Sijue's cell phone started ringing. He dragged her into the living room, pressed down on her shoulders and made her sit down. He then turned and left to make the call.

Su Qianxun was speechless.



In the kitchen, Gu Mian was focused on cooking. She did not realize that the person behind her had changed. She said, "Qianxun, are you done peeling the scallions?"

Tang Zui looked around and saw the freshly washed spring onions. He picked them up and handed them over.

After Gu Mian took it, the onions, which were originally in one piece, were cut into neat chopped pieces with her knife.

"Qianxun, is there anything else you haven't washed …"

Gu Mian was ready. She turned around and was about to help Su Qianxun. When she turned around and saw Tang Zui, she sucked in a sharp breath. She immediately wanted to retreat, but Tang Zui grabbed her arm and dragged her to the sink. He said, "These haven't been washed yet. Wash them clean."

Gu Mian looked at the geoduck clams in the sink, and her fair face immediately flushed.

"Wash them clean. I want to eat them tonight. This is called nourishing!" Tang Zui picked up an extremely fat geoduck and stuffed it into Gu Mian's hand.

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