Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi got up, and Chu Muhan held her back, "I'll open the door."

He walked straight out, watching through the cat's eyes vigilantly.

Outside the door, there was a takeaway guy wearing a yellow coat and a yellow safety helmet. He looked at his phone impatiently and pressed the doorbell a few more times. Chu Muhan didn't relax his vigilance and opened a crack.

The delivery boy asked, "Hello, is this Song Qianxi's house?"

"Yes!" Chu Muhan looked at the bag in the delivery boy's hand and nodded, wondering when Song Qianxi ordered takeaway.

"There are a lot of takeaways, do you need me to carry them into the house for you?" the delivery boy asked politely.

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Chu Muhan made sure that the other party was just an ordinary takeaway boy, opened the door, and the takeaway boy came into the room carrying bags of milk tea.

Song Qianxi, who heard the movement, went out to find out. Seeing the table full of ten bags of milk tea, each with ten cups, she said in amazement: "Mu Han, are you going to have a milk tea party at home?"

Chu Muhan asked back, "Didn't you call it?"

Song Qianxi shook her head, "No, it's impossible to buy so much even if you drink milk tea."

The two looked at the delivery boy in unison. The delivery boy confirmed the order and address again and again, "It's not wrong, this is it, but no one answered the phone number left by Ms. Song."

Song Qianxi leaned forward to look at the list, "This is not my number."

Chu Muhan was suspicious, glanced at the number, and the bottom of his eyes instantly rolled up with a storm, and he shouted: "Go back!"

The takeaway boy's face collapsed when he heard this, "Boss, you are embarrassing me. It took me a long time to deliver it here, and you asked me to return it. I don't need to send the rest of the order?"

Song Qianxi understood the difficulty of the takeaway boy, and made a relief, "You go, put these here."

"Okay!" The delivery boy turned his head and left, but was stopped by Chu Muhan again, "Wait."

The takeaway guy turned around reluctantly, wanting to scold his mother, but because the man's aura is too strong and he has money, he really can't afford to provoke him, "What else is there?"

Chu Muhan asked sharply, "How did you get in?"

Longhua high-end apartments are no better than other communities. The security here is better, and the delivery staff are not allowed to enter.

Takeaways are placed at the property office, and special property staff will deliver them to your door.

"Just come in directly." The takeaway boy looked confused, what kind of problem is this?

Chu Muhan frowned, waved his hands and said, "Let's go."

After the delivery boy left, Song Qianxi sent Wang Mengxue two cups of milk tea.

She came out and leaned against the dining table, opened a cup of milk tea, and just biting down on the straw before she could take a sip, Chu Muhan snatched it and threw it into the trash can, and then threw away the rest.

Song Qianxi whispered, "Why did you throw it away? It's a pity."

Chu Mu's cold eyes shot over, Song Qianxi kept quiet, why did she get angry when she was so well behaved?

At this time, there was a commotion downstairs.

People are very sensitive to their own names. Song Qianxi vaguely heard someone calling her name outside the door. She went to the window and opened it, and saw many residents poking their heads out.

Downstairs, a man shouted with a loudspeaker: "Song Qianxi, be my girlfriend!"

Song Qianxi 囧, who is this person?My brain is sick!

Suddenly, the surrounding air pressure dropped, and Song Qianxi turned her head sharply.

Sure enough, Chu Muhan stood behind him, looking at the man downstairs with sorrow, his black eyes were ready for storm.

It was scary for Chu Muhan to get angry.

Song Qianxi was afraid that he would blow his hair, so she hurriedly closed the window and drew the curtains, so that she couldn't see it.