Rebirth of Sweet Love: Master Mu Chases His Wife to the Crematorium

Chapter 175 Nice to meet you
The chef who was chatting with Mu Shihan saw the heroine appearing, so he quickly got up and pretended to introduce high-end ingredients to him.

However, when he saw the girl's appearance clearly, he felt a little awe of the cold-faced big boss in his heart.

Five years have passed, and the object of his pursuit has not changed!
When Luo Wanning walked into the restaurant, everything around her felt a sense of familiarity.

However, she obviously only came to this restaurant once.

The waiter guided her to the best position.

The man was wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone at the neckline, revealing his sexy Adam's apple. He looked less serious and more lazy.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was resting his head on one hand, carelessly stirring the boiling red oil pan with his extended chopsticks.

Deja vu scene.

Luo Wanning was about to sit down without saying a word, when she suddenly fell into a pair of dark eyes.

The man raised his head slightly, "Miss Luo, you're late!"

Luo Wanning's heart skipped a beat, as if a certain nerve had been flicked.

Because of what he calls himself.

After thinking for a few seconds, she picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, then said as a matter of course: "You didn't ask me if I was free in advance, of course I have to finish my work before coming over!"

She thought to herself: I didn't come to the appointment for dinner.

However, what Master Mu did next made her a little confused.

"Well, it's my fault. Ms. Luo has a lot of things to do every day. It's my honor to be able to spare time to attend this appointment, so I will wait no matter how late it is!"

Mu Shihan paused at this point, and then added bluntly: "Because you are worth it!"

Luo Wanning's whole body trembled, and her scalp also went numb for a while.

The last sentence sounds a little familiar, is he possessed by Lu Jingchen?
"Mu Shihan, you don't have a fever, do you?" She stared blankly at the man's serious expression.

"Why did Miss Luo say that?"

Luo Wanning trembled again, wanting to reach out and touch his forehead.

"Where do you sing? I don't have time to compete with you!"

Immediately, the man sat up straight suddenly and looked at the opposite side seriously.

After carefully thinking about his words, he said, "I've thought about it for a long time. Since we didn't get along well in the past, let's regard today as our first day of acquaintance."

Luo Wanning was sluggish, what's the mess?

Before she could figure out what was going on, a shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes, and a big hand with distinct bones stretched out towards her.

Looking up, the man had already stood up, his indifferent and handsome face was a bit gentle and refined by the soft light of the restaurant.

"Miss Luo, nice to meet you!"

Luo Wanning felt her head was surrounded by crows, and her mind was boiling like the lipstick frying pan in front of her.

The hand in front of her was still refusing to let go, so she had no choice but to pinch his fingertips with two fingers.

"Uh"

A dark light flashed in Mu Shihan's eyes, and he sat down again.

At this time, the chef who was standing by and arranging the ingredients for them suddenly spoke to him in French.

"Inadvertent physical touch, it is easy for long-lost couples to find the past feel."

"What about the scale?" Mu Shihan turned his head and asked.

"For example, when you pass a tableware to the other party, your fingers gently brush her wrist, or when she has food in her mouth. You know!"

The old man spoke eloquently, his tone full of ups and downs.

Luo Wanning blinked her eyes at the two of them, and finally understood what was going on in her heart.

play with me?Then I will accompany you!

"Mu Shihan, please pass me that colander!"

After finishing the sentence, the chef raised his eyebrows at him, indicating that the opportunity has come.

Mu Shihan hurriedly passed the colander over, unexpectedly, the other party pointed at the pot with his chin, "Scraping foam."

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The chef kept mumbling aside, he really wanted to do something beautiful for adults.

Not far away, two waiters cast a sympathetic look at a certain grandfather.

It's not good to trust anyone, but this old bachelor!
(End of this chapter)