(Girls' Literature)

Zhao Lingli escaped from Wu Minghui's home. Mellow rolled back to her dessert shop.

See her come back. The owner of the store next door came to inquire about today's matter with a gossipy face: "Boss Zhao." I heard that Manager Wu was injured in your store today. ”

Zhao Lingli looked at her with a smiling face.

Something like this happens. It's also something she doesn't want to. She regretted dying. Usually a female man is a female man. At that time. How can the brain be short-circuited for a while. I want to pretend to be a weak woman. As a result, he smashed Wu Minghui's foot. Causing so much trouble.

"Boss Zhao. Manager Wu is said to have a bad temper. Pay attention to yourself. The owner of the store next door reminded.

Zhao Lingli still forced a smile: "Got it." ”

She had already seen Wu Minghui's bad temper just now.

"Alas. Actually, listen to what others say. Manager Wu wasn't like this before. He's a super nice guy. Gu family and wife. It's his wife who ran away with someone. It became like this...... "The woman didn't know that she was saying good things for Wu Minghui. is still comforting Zhao Lingli.

All kinds of things about Wu Minghui. Zhao Lingli has heard of it somewhat. Sure enough, Wu Minghui is an infatuated person. Thinking about his house just now. Look at the empty kitchen. It didn't feel like home at all. I don't feel the warmth at all.

Zhao Lingli's heart. Inexplicably.

Now Wu Minghui has injured his foot. What if he was home alone.

Zhao Lingli thinks about it and thinks about it. It is extremely reassuring that Wu Minghui is not at ease. Wait until ten o'clock in the evening. After the dessert shop closes. She is in a specialty crockpot shop nearby. I asked for a cup of pork knuckle soup. I went to Wu Minghui's home again.

The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Zhao Lingli just stood at the door. I couldn't help frowning.

"Didn't you tell you to get out. What are you doing again. Wu Minghui was in a wheelchair. Stared at her.

Zhao Lingli mustered up her courage this time. didn't turn around and walk away because of Wu Minghui's angry reprimand.

She went straight around Wu Minghui. Walked into the house.

The living room was a mess. The coffee table was filled with beer cans. Two jars rolled down. Dropped to the ground. The beer inside was dripping all over the floor. The two teacups that Wu Minghui dropped earlier. Girls' literature is updated for the first time, and the dregs are still in place. Unattended.

Zhao Lingli frowned. Didn't say anything. Walked briskly to the kitchen. Set the pork knuckle soup in a bowl. I found the trash can. Start cleaning up the mess in the living room.

Throw the scraps of a teacup on the ground into the trash. I also collected the beer cans on the coffee table.

Wu Minghui opened his drunken eyes. Watch her do it all. I saw that she even took the other two cans of beer on the coffee table for him. He stopped her with a big tongue: "Put it down for me." ”

"You're drinking too much. Zhao Lingli said. is still tidying up the coffee table with his hands and feet. He didn't stop because of Wu Minghui's stopping.

"Tell you to put it down for me. Wu Minghui shouted.

。 but they have not heard. Clean up the coffee table. Go and look for the mop again. to mop the floor.

Wu Minghui's eyes turned red. I drank a lot. Now I see that this woman is blatantly disobeying his will. He was really angry.

I saw Zhao Lingli coming over with a mop. Wu Minghui reached out and dragged her. Only then he forgot. Zhao Lingli originally belonged to the category of female men. He was so drunk and dragged Zhao Lingli. Not only did he not hold Zhao Lingli. In a wheelchair by yourself. Rather, because of the reaction force. The wheelchair slides backwards. Set it aside on the coffee table. He almost fell out of his wheelchair.

Wu Minghui stretched out his hand to support the wheelchair. But now I'm drunk. Beyond one's power. Although the wheelchair was propped up. But the fate of falling to the ground is still unavoidable.

Really in front of this woman. It's so embarrassing again and again.

Wu Minghui struggled to get up. Seeing this, Zhao Lingli had already exerted her female man's substance. stepped forward and picked Wu Minghui up from the ground. Placed on the sofa.

"I don't want you to hug me. Wu Minghui refused. But such a refusal. It doesn't work.

Zhao Lingli blushed. Place him on the couch. Keep your head down. Walked away without saying a word. Use a mopping pat to remove the smudge from the floor.

Wu Minghui is angry. The woman was deaf and mute. I don't understand him. Nor can he speak.

Anyway, now I have a foot injury. He just reclined on the couch. Half-squinted eyes full of wine. Staring at the dead woman busy in the living room.

"I bought pork knuckle soup. I'll give you a hot drink. Zhao Lingli said this. into the kitchen.

She had been afraid to look at him. She was scared just to look at him. The courage I mustered was gone. She had to be deaf. Pretended not to hear what Wu Minghui said. according to your own heart. Do everything well.

Wait for her to come out of the kitchen with pork knuckle soup. Wu Minghui was lying on the sofa. I fell asleep. Unexpectedly. The man was drunk. I fell asleep so quickly.

Zhao Lingli stood at the door of the kitchen for a moment. Confirm that Wu Minghui is really asleep. She brought the pork knuckle soup back to the kitchen.

Go to Wu Minghui's bedroom. He took a thin quilt and came out. Girls' literature is updated as soon as possible, ready to cover it for him. Zhao Lingli realized this. Wu Minghui should wash his face and hands.

The warm towel gently wiped Wu Minghui's face. Zhao Lingli only now dared to seriously look at the sleeping Wu Minghui.

This man. I'm in my early thirties. A square face. The facial lines are extremely handsome. Ying Ting's thick eyebrows. Long eyelashes. The bridge of the nose is held up with a beautiful curve. The chin is blue. The stubble has some faint signs of coming out.

This is a man who is deep and has a story.

Zhao Lingli looked at him. More and more red faces. Fortunately, there are no outsiders in this room. Wu Minghui was also asleep. No one paid any attention to her expression.

It seems to be asleep. Wu Minghui had extremely painful thoughts. The center of his eyebrows. Involuntarily crumpled. Painful and anxious.

Zhao Lingli watched. Stunned. He stretched out his hand. Trying to iron out the wrinkles between his brows with his hands. She inexplicably likes this man. There are a few heartaches in his complex.

A woman's love. There was a kind of love in the first place. It's called mercy.

She's now. There is a little bit of such pity for Wu Minghui. This man who usually doesn't smile in front of people. It made her fall in love at first sight. Inexplicably fell in love.

Gentle fingers touched between Wu Minghui's eyebrows. He seemed to have a feeling. His brow furrowed slightly.

"Sweet ......," muttered. He cried out.

Zhao Lingli listened to this. Girls' literature was updated for the first time, and my heart was stabbed. In a panic, he withdrew his hand. But I saw Wu Minghui shouting. He fell asleep again. It seems that he just saw Tang Tian in a dream.

"Is there really such love? Zhao Lingli smiled bitterly. Get up and pour water.

I saw Wu Minghui sleeping deeply. Zhao Lingli didn't dare to alarm him again. She kept her promise to Wu Minghui. Dedicated to being a part-time maid who doesn't want money. Tidy up your living room. Even the balcony was cleaned up for Wu Minghui.

When Wu Minghui woke up. The sky was just dawning. The kitchen is still lit. The aroma of porridge came from the kitchen.

He froze. Sit up from the couch with your body propped up. Only then did I find that I was covered with a quilt. Let him fall asleep here at night and not get cold.

There was a moment. He suspected that the snail girl had entered his house.

Just about to stand up. A pain in the foot. He was completely sober. I also remembered what it was.

Yesterday, he was smashed by Zhao Lingli with a bucket weighing dozens of pounds and injured his foot. He was going to torture her. Deliberately let her be a maid. Take care of his diet and daily life. Later, he lost his temper and blasted her away. What a surprise. She turned back again.

Needless to say. Now in the kitchen. It's that woman.

Wu Minghui sat on the sofa. Didn't move. Just listening to the noise in the kitchen.

In the past, the kitchen was his position. He likes to cook all kinds of meals for Tang Tian in the kitchen. Please Tang Tian's heart. And Tang Tian. Just sit on the couch. Watching TV with peace of mind. Then wait for Wu Minghui to prepare the meal. Delivered to her.

Unexpectedly. Now it's turned upside down. He could sit comfortably on the couch. Someone else is busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Pity. The guy who made breakfast in the kitchen. It's not his Tang Tian. If it's really his Tang Tian. He was reluctant to let her into the kitchen. He was reluctant to let her be smoked into a yellow-faced woman.

Zhao Lingli boiled mung bean porridge in the kitchen. I prepared a few more small plates of pickles. Just served the pickles out. saw Wu Minghui sitting on the sofa. Apparently has been awake for a long time.

"You're awake. Zhao Lingli, who was originally calm. Facing Wu Minghui, he was a little flustered.

"Hmm. Wu Minghui responded simply.

The wine is over. He's also recovering from the out-of-control mood he had yesterday.

Zhao Lingli didn't know how to face him.

She ran into the kitchen as fast as she could. Serve the porridge in a bowl. Resting on the table. Then he wrung his fingers uneasily: "Your breakfast is ready." If it's okay. I'll go first. I'll come back at noon to prepare lunch for you. ”

She said so. Grabbed their own bag. Run out as fast as you can.

She was afraid that Wu Minghui would roar again and tell her to get out. She's not a cheeky woman. She couldn't be more pitiful and loving to him. But they also have their own self-esteem.

Look at the appearance of the woman running away. Hell alive. Wu Minghui was stunned.

He vaguely remembered. Had a drink last night. But she was told to get out of here again and again. She didn't roll. But early this morning. I haven't said anything yet. What is she running so fast for.

Wu Minghui propped himself up. Sit in a wheelchair. Go to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Look at the person in the mirror. With a deep vicissitudes and loneliness on his face. Wu Minghui touched his face. In just three years. turned him from a sunny and warm man. Become such a lonely and cold man.

I was hungry. Didn't eat last night. Drinking so much wine on an empty stomach again. Wu Minghui also did not dislike the breakfast made by Zhao Lingli. Alone in a wheelchair, he went to the table.

Wu Minghui himself is a master of cooking. Proficient in every cuisine. The taste is very tricky. But this is an ordinary bowl of mung bean porridge. It made him feel. The taste is not bad. Warm. Very useful.

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