The Gentle Beauty of the Disabled Boss

Chapter 82 Kitchen Killer

The young assistant came early and started cleaning his room, and now it doesn't look so messy. She still has one last bit of work to do, and after making Qiao Yun's bed, this matter is considered finished.

"Brother Qiao, you have to give me a raise!" said the young assistant as he looked at the room he had tidied up.

Qiao Yun relies on his assistant to help him with many things. At least the assistant knows about his daily life.

Qiao Yun nodded: "More! I'll ask Brother Qi to give you a raise!"

The assistant ran away grinning, and Qiao Yun lay on the soft bed, looking at his phone.

Zuo Shilou sent a file over with the name "Mu Changfeng".

When Qiao Yun clicked on it, all the information about Mu Changfeng appeared in front of him.

Mu Changfeng was not a small businessman as he said. Mu Changfeng's family business did not involve real estate, so Qiao Yun had rarely seen him. However, Mu Changfeng was a big shot in the medical field, and many of his industries were well known to Qiao Yun.

This document also recorded some of Mu Changfeng's important experiences. Qiao Yun quickly flipped through the long list. It was nothing more than which year an agreement was reached with which company, which year a certain drug was produced, in short, it was very impressive.

This information does not involve Mu Changfeng's personal feelings. I don't know whether it was intercepted by Mr. Zuo or not written at all.

In short, this information only allowed Qiao Yun to understand Mu Changfeng, and was of no help at all for Gu Lianyun's affairs.

Anyway, this information is useless.

Qiao Yun closed the file, sighed, lay down on the bed, rolled around a few times, and felt really bored. He then thought of how Zuo Shilou had rejected his courtship in the hotel, and he became extremely angry.

Mr. Zuo is very happy to work, but he is absolutely unwilling to have any relationship with me. Is it because I have no charm?

Qiao Yun pouted, feeling very aggrieved.

He made a video call to Zuo Shilou, and the call was quickly connected.

Zuo Shilou was in the car, and Qiao Yun also saw a small carrot pillow he had placed there.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Shilou's voice rang out.

Qiao Yun paused, a little aggrieved: "Mr. Zuo, do you not like me anymore?"

Zuo Shilou's expression flashed with panic. He sat up straight and asked quickly: "What happened? Did anyone say anything? Don't believe those people. I love you the most."

"But Mr. Zuo rejected my advances and refused to touch me in the hotel. It must be because I am unattractive and Mr. Zuo is tired of me."

Zuo Shilou was relieved, but also found it a little funny. It had been so long since this happened, but Qiao Qiao was suddenly sad about it. He comforted her softly, "Qiao Qiao is the most charming. Didn't I say that Qiao Qiao's wound hasn't healed yet?"

Qiao Yunyue suddenly zoomed in and put the camera against his face, and the wound appeared on the screen.

The scar has fallen off and new flesh is growing now. That piece is pink and has a different color from the surrounding skin.

The camera was so close that it also captured Qiao Yun's eyes. The charming peach blossom eyes blinked, and the clear eyes seemed to have been washed by water.

The fine pixels also captured Qiao Yun's eyelashes, one by one, long and curled, gently sweeping across as Qiao Yun blinked, as if sweeping across Zuo Shilou's heart.