Chapter 12: Memories are a poem

He Jing faced the window and was in the living room blankly, still hoping that the rainstorm would stop soon, so that she could leave here.

Although Yin Shihang's attitude towards her was not bad, he did not humiliate her like before.

But this is his home after all, and it's always not good for her to be in the same room as a woman and a man.

"The clothes are ready for you, go take a shower, rest early, and go to work tomorrow!" Yin Shihang walked up to her side and said in a soft tone.

He Jing came back to his senses and turned his face to look at him, his face was still flushed, and he still couldn't let go.

She retracted her eyes shyly and replied lightly: "Oh, I know, thank you." ”

After Yin Shihang finished explaining, he turned around and left again, without saying what he was going to do.

He Jing looked at his back, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The person who was abandoned and hurt by himself at the beginning has now become the only person he can turn to.

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled wryly, then walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Soon, she took a shower, picked up the clothes that Yin Shihang had prepared for her and put them on.

The moment she saw the clothes, He Jing felt that it was very familiar, and she suddenly remembered that she had also seen Suna wearing his white shirt at his house before.

I even heard Suna doing that kind of thing with him in the room......

Thinking about it, her heart ached fiercely.

After making trouble for a long time, he just regarded himself as a substitute for Suna.

Even so, she didn't have any right to blame him, after all, she was the one who broke up with him in the first place.

For five years, he has his own life and is completely free to talk about his girlfriend, and she has no right to interfere at all.

In the final analysis, it was just her intrusion into his life and disturbing the trajectory of his life.

At this moment, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Immediately after, Yin Shihang's magnetic and mellow voice came again.

"Are you alright?"

He Jing came back to her senses, she panicked inexplicably, she hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve in the mirror, brushed her loose hair, and then went out again: "Well, okay, I'll come out immediately." ”

"I've cooked you something to eat, eat it while it's hot. ”

"Oh. ”

Out of the bathroom, He Jing walked straight to the restaurant.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yin Shihang raised his head and looked at her, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, "You're here, sit down!"

As he spoke, he gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you. He Jing was very embarrassed by him, and hurriedly thanked him.

When she sat down, he reached out and took the insulated cover off the plate in front of her.

"I cooked you a bowl of vegetable noodles. ”

As soon as she went to the bathroom, he immediately went into the kitchen, found some ingredients from the refrigerator, and made her this bowl of light and stomach-warming vegetable noodles.

He Jing looked in the direction of the vegetable noodles, five years later, his cooking skills seem to be better than before, and the cooked vegetable noodles are even better, and he is about to catch up with the skills of the chef of a five-star hotel.

Looking at the vegetable noodles, she was stunned again, and she couldn't help but think of the first time he cooked vegetable noodles for her, and she was so busy that she almost blew up the kitchen.

Recalling the past, a faint smile appeared on her face, but a sour feeling surged in her heart.

Yin Shihang sat next to her, seeing that she was stunned for a long time and didn't move, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked strangely: "What's wrong?" I'm afraid that the vegetable noodles I cook are poisonous?"

"Huh, no......" He Jing was recalled by his voice, glanced at him, and shook his head.

The past is in the past after all, and there is no going back, she can only live in the present and the future.

"Is it really okay?" Yin Shihang always felt that something was wrong with her, twisted his eyebrows again, and asked her again.

He Jing shook his head again, buried his face down, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat noodles with his head down, in order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere between each other.

No matter how Yin Shihang looked at her, he felt that she had something on her mind, but he asked her several times, and she didn't tell him what she thought in her heart.

Seeing her burying her head and gobbling up vegetable noodles, a trace of worry appeared in his heart.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the back of her white hand, "Don't eat it...... It's going to choke!"