Mo Lusheng just drank the soy milk in his mouth and almost squirted out: "Ahem, you, you did it?"

It's not poisonous.

Ye Muting still had a stunned expression, since she left, he had been learning to cook in his spare time.

It's just a pity that no one eats those things she likes to eat anymore.

Not only was Mo Lusheng surprised, but even the tea that Bai Hong, who finally knew about it after a long time, squirted out of the tea in his mouth:

"Damn, the head of the house personally cooks for the wife of the house, you tease me, the head of the house can cook, why don't I know?"

And then...... Leng Rui's thin lips were attached to Bai Hong's ears and rubbed gently,

A low-alcohol voice sounded, with a strong vinegar flavor:

"He can't cook, why do you want to know? I can't 'do', you can experience it."

And then there was no then.

After breakfast, Ye Muting took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Mo Lusheng leaned against the glass door of the kitchen and looked at his figure a little stunned.

In her memory, although the Ye family is not a big family, she has never seen Fu Ruoshui enter the kitchen, at most she just takes dishes and chopsticks, and Song Yu has always taken care of the family.

But now I see that he is wearing a black apron, and his hair is slightly messy.

But there is more of a man's charm.

People who have never touched the spring water with their fingers took the initiative to wash their hands and make soup for her.

She lowered her head and thought slightly, no, no, they, there is no result.

She tried to pretend that she didn't care about the back in front of her:

"In a moment, send me home. ”

She clearly saw that when she finished saying this, the back in front of her was stunned for a moment.

But she still relented and met Ye Muting's turned eyes.

I don't know what emotions are contained, Ye Muting's feeling at this time is that he has fallen from the sky to the ground, and he has suddenly been immersed in the cold ice of winter from the warm spring.

He licked his somewhat dry lips, and a cold voice sounded:

"Are you going back to Xuan Qingheng? Why don't you stay here? It's not your home, but I can give you a home. He said with some urgency, for fear that the person in front of him would leave her again.

Mo Lusheng sighed slightly:

"You don't understand, it's impossible between us, there's no going back in any way. Send me away, it's good for you and me. With that, he turned away.

Ye Muting took a few steps forward with some eagerness:

"Why? Is it because of what happened to me and Lin Ke back then? I was ......"

When Mo Lusheng heard the long-lost name, even if he knew that he might be acting with Lin Ke back then, he couldn't help but think of the intimate scene they had back then.

I still can't help but feel a pain in my heart.

"No, no, you don't have to explain" Mo Lusheng quickly interrupted Ye Muting's words, "It's useless, no matter what you say, it's useless, it's impossible, it's really impossible." ”

There is no hope, what separates them is not only the incident back then, but also the death of their father......

But how was she going to speak? It was his real father, and she wasn't sure which side he would be on if he knew about it? She didn't want to see the day he was embarrassed, let alone feel betrayed by everyone again.

Ye Muting was about to speak, and the phone rang:

"Hey," he said impatiently.

Li Bing, who was on the other side of the phone, listened to the president's tone that was not easy to mess with, and even his heart and liver trembled, and he said tremblingly:

"Mr. Ye, that, the time to board the plane is almost up, and the car is already waiting. ”