Han Zihang wanted to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say it, he just ......

Needless to say, Liu Mei understands him and naturally knows what he thinks.

It's just that the more she knows, the more she knows, the more she doesn't want to do what he wants.

"Don't forget the content of the agreement, obey!"

Liu Mei pinched his chin with his long fingers, sneered and let go of his hand, put the agreement away, and she went straight to bed.

The bedroom was quiet again, and Han Zihang smoked three cigarettes in a row with a low face before going to take a shower and wash up.

......

The next day, Han Zihang was woken up by his mobile phone.

Han Zihang got up, frowned fiercely, took the mobile phone and wanted to scold his mother, as soon as he answered, the aggrieved and delicate female voice reached his ears, and he calmed down a little.

"Zihang, why haven't you replied to my messages?"

Han Zihang yawned, sleepy-eyed: "Why did you call me so early? I didn't even get up, how could I reply to you?"

"You didn't come back last night!" Lin Xi's voice choked up, and he was extremely aggrieved: "Did you sleep with Liu Mei last night?"

"Nope. Speaking of this, Han Zihang's face was not very good, and he still said: "I promised you that I would not touch her." Baby, you don't trust me so much?"

Lin Xi snorted lightly, didn't say yes or no.

At this time, Han Zihang was in no mood to coax her, and said, "I'll get up first, and I'll tell you later." He pinched the call, and he overheaded his head and fell asleep.

As everyone knows, Liu Mei in the small garden on the first floor listened to their calls word for word, and her red lips were full of ridicule.

Taking off the Bluetooth headset, Liu Mei touched the head of the cat in her arms.

Lan Short meowed softly, found an extremely comfortable position, and lay down comfortably with squinted eyes.

"Little without conscience. Liu Mei nodded his nose with his fingertips: "It's the same as your father." ”

The cat was a birthday gift from Han Zihang to her two years ago when their relationship was still in full swing.

The name Tuan Tuan means family reunion.

Liu Mei actually doesn't like to raise small animals very much, and it is troublesome.

It was sent by Han Zihang, and she was raised as a son.

Raising and raising also raises feelings.

It's a pity that I originally had feelings, but I changed my mind!

......

As soon as Han Zihang woke up in the afternoon, and went downstairs after washing, he heard the sound of a knife cutting vegetables from the kitchen, and he paused slightly and pestled into the stairs.

The handsome peach blossom eyes followed the voice, and the tall woman in the kitchen was wearing a bohemian green and white dress, her long curly hair was tied up at will, wearing an apron, and cutting vegetables in an orderly manner.

From Han Zihang's point of view, he could only see her side face, and he was also amazed by the exquisite beauty of the prosperous age.

Han Zihang's breathing was a little short, he rolled his sexy Adam's apple to restrain himself, grabbed the bag with both hands, and walked casually to Liu Mei: "Are you cooking?"

"Hmm. Liu Mei didn't raise his eyelids, and concentrated on cutting the potato pieces: "Potato beef, braised pork knuckle, tomato scrambled eggs, stir-fried water spinach, radish pork rib soup, are all home-cooked dishes you like to eat." ”

The woman's soft voice was charming and beautiful, like a cat's tail, brushing at the position of Han Zihang's heart, scarred and itchy.

"Y-Why do you want to cook?"

Han Zihang's throat was tight, and his drooping eyes flashed with a hint of emptiness: "Don't you always think that the kitchen is dirty and troublesome to cook." ”

In the past, when the two of them were outside, most of the time, Han Zihang also cooked.

Liu Mei is a fairy temper, and has a slight cleanliness habit, and has never liked to do these things.

The air seemed to be still for a moment, Han Zihang frowned slightly, and was about to say something uncomfortably, when Liu Mei suddenly raised the knife in his hand and looked at him.

The cold little face inexplicably makes people feel stunned.

"What are you doing?" Han Zihang subconsciously took a step back, his eyes undisguised nervous and defensive.