Tong jiumo thought he could leave after signing the contract.

When she got up and left, there was a low voice behind her, "who let you leave?"

"After the contract is signed, I naturally want to go back." Tong jiumo said disapprovingly.

"The contract is signed and takes effect immediately. I can't leave until I let you leave." Mo Qijue said coldly.

"I'm only responsible for three meals a day. Let me rest for a day and start work tomorrow?" Tong jiumo frowned and said.

Is there anyone in such a hurry?

"No, the contract has the final say." Mo Qijue's voice was cold, "go and cook dinner for the little master."

"..." Tong jiumo grinned and looked at him with an arrogant look on his face.

"I have something else to go." Tong jiumo is worried that Tong Lele is unsafe at home alone. Last time she went out for a long time, he had a problem at home alone.

Mo Qijue suddenly got up, came forward and approached Tong jiumo.

Tong jiumo was suddenly shrouded in a tall and dark figure.

She held her breath and looked up at him. "Why are you so close?"

Mo Qijue approached her step by step, and Tong jiumo retreated step by step.

She shivered all over and glanced back to see if there were any obstacles until she was forced to the corner by him.

Seeing this, the bodyguard in the living room stepped back.

"Miss Tong," Mo Qijue stretched out his hand, pinched her jaw with his slender white fingers, raised slightly and met his cold eyes, "you are not allowed to go anywhere when I didn't let you leave."

"We are just labor cooperation..." Tong jiumo felt that the man in front of him was inexplicable.

"Now go and cook dinner." Mo Qijue ordered.

"I'll just go. Don't get so close to me." Her breathing is tight.

She said, pushing him away.

Then run in the direction of the kitchen.

After nine children entered the kitchen, they adjusted their breathing and cleaned all the ingredients on the table.

Looking at the ingredients on a table, she suddenly thought of a question. She rushed out of the kitchen and said to Mo Qijue, "no, I'm here to apply for the post of president of food exchange. Why should I be reduced to cooking for you?"

Why didn't she think of this when she read the contract just now?

She didn't think deeply because she was worried that he would play tricks.

Mo Qijue heard her words and disagreed. "The corresponding occupation of the president of the food exchange is my own personal chef. What's the problem?"

"..." Tong jiumo mourned for a while!

Without saying anything, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Call Mr. Gordon.

She was worried that Mo Qijue would hear her voice on the phone, so she sent a message to Mr. Gordon instead.

[Master, President of the Gourmet Club = private chef? Master, you owe me an explanation!]

After a while, the mobile phone vibrated.

She turned on her cell phone and it was Mr. Gordon's reply——

【yes。】

Tong jiumo was speechless.

Pick up the kitchen knife and stew lean meat.

Chop it hard, as if to vent.

"You can't afford to chop up my cutting board."

Mo Qijue's cold voice came.

Frightened, Tong jiumo's body trembled and his hand trembled, and then the blade crossed the other hand, with blood gurgling.

She threw down her kitchen knife in pain and gasped.

"You are all thumbs! How did you get this famous chef? By selling color and appearance? " When Mo Qijue saw that she was scratched by the blade, he stepped forward, picked up her hand and rushed under the faucet. He asked coldly.

"Ah --"

As soon as the water touched the wound, Tong jiumo cried out in pain.

PS: it's 2 o'clock today, because I'm a little busy ~ old aunt loves you, baby~