Before this, Qiu Mucheng had fantasized about tonight's scene countless times.

Amidst the slow music, the family sat together happily, Ye Fan talked about what he had seen and heard on the road, Qiu Mucheng vomited some trivial matters in the company, and then they blew out candles, cut cakes, and tasted the 82-year-old Lafite red wine .

Even Qiu Mucheng fantasized about Ye Fan's surprised expression when he came home and saw the table full of food.

Fantasizing about Ye Fan's approval of her, fantasizing about Ye Fan's admiration for her.

Let him know that she, Qiu Mucheng, is no longer a wife who can't even cook.

Even Qiu Mucheng considered that if Ye Fan behaved well that night, she would not mind giving him her virginity, which she had treasured for more than twenty years, to bear children for him and dedicate her life to him. All good.

In Qiu Mucheng's fantasy, that night was so romantic and beautiful, warm and happy.

But Qiu Mucheng never imagined that the dinner she had been looking forward to so much was still empty after all.

Of course, Qiu Mucheng just felt lost when Ye Fan missed the appointment.

She was irritated that if she couldn't make it back in time, why didn't she call ahead and explain.

She can tolerate Ye Fan's dishonesty, and Ye Fan's deceit, but she cannot tolerate Ye Fan's ignorance of her, his indifference to her.

Give me a call and let me know. Is it difficult?

Qiu Mucheng has already decided that if Ye Fan can't give her a reasonable explanation for this matter, she will ignore that bastard for the rest of her life.

It's just so annoying!

Damn it!

She had been preparing for this dinner for so long, but in the end she was tricked by that bastard Ye Fan.

The more Qiu Mucheng thought about it, the more wronged she became, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

If Ye Fan appeared in front of her at this time, Qiu Mucheng promised that she would be so angry that she would slap him against the wall.

The kind that can't be picked off!

Finally, it was time to go to work.

Qiu Mucheng washed up and was ready to go to work.

Before leaving, Qiu Mucheng picked up the food and wine on the table, ready to pour it.

Seeing this, Ye Ximei quickly stopped her: "Hey, Mucheng, what are you doing?"

"You didn't eat a single bite of your hard work all night. How could such a good meal be poured away?"

Ye Ximei urged anxiously.

Qiu Mucheng snorted coldly, "What's the use of good food, anyway, people don't care about it, so it's better to dump it?"

"Don't, Mucheng."

"Don't fall."

"Mucheng, don't worry, Mom will make the decision for you."

"When that brat comes back, even if he is kneeling, I will let him finish the meals you made." JrNovels.com