Ye Zhihan couldn't figure it out, even though his head hurt to death when he thought about it, he couldn't think of anything useful. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a sound of the door opening and closing outside, and Ye Zhihan knew that it was Fang Yu who came back.

So he raised his hand and gently closed the notebook, put it back in the drawer, and gently pushed the drawer back.

He dragged his somewhat uncomfortable body out of the study, but Fang Yu was not in the living room.

He heard movement in the kitchen, and walked through the living room toward the kitchen door.

After walking to the door, he didn't go in, the kitchen door was open, and he stood at the door and saw that Fang Yu was wearing an apron, his long hair was draped behind him, and he was busy making lunch face in.

Ye Zhihan's body leaned on the door frame of the kitchen very casually, holding his hands on his chest, and looked at the girl who was busy in the kitchen.

The girl's slender back, white sweater, blue denim, and a small plaid apron are tied on her body, completely like a little family woman.

The girl was picking vegetables and busily picking up a spoon to stir the steaming stuff in the pot.

Ye Zhihan sighed softly, and somehow, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he left the kitchen door lightly.

I don't know if it's because I'm reading the diary and feeling uncomfortable when I see Fang Yu cooking in the kitchen, his movements are too serious, and I'm a little excited?

In short, he just felt that something was wrong, he felt uncomfortable, and his body was uncomfortable, and when he came back from the kitchen door, he went straight back to his room.

I walked to the bed, took off the slippers on my feet, pulled the quilt with my hands, and lay down.

Since he woke up at Liu Fengshui's house, he felt exhausted, tired and weak, what happened before, in order to pretend that he did not have amnesia, he couldn't open his mouth to ask, of course, there was no way to know.

I wanted to rest myself for a while, but I was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

He lay on the bed for less than an hour, Fang Yu pushed the door and walked in and called him to eat, of course, Fang Yu worked hard to make the meal, and kindly came in to call him, even if he was uncomfortable, he had to barely stand up and eat this meal!

After walking into the dining room, the fragrant smell made Ye Zhihan's heart feel a little more comfortable.

Sitting on the stool at the dinner table, I saw that the table was full of dishes!

There are braised pork ribs, spicy chicken nuggets, stir-fried meat with green peppers, sauerkraut fish, and a few vegetarian dishes, there are seven or eight kinds of dishes!

When Fang Yu saw Ye Zhihan sitting down, he smiled, put a bowl of rice in front of him, and put the chopsticks on the bowl full of rice for him.

After doing this, Fang Yu walked around to Ye Zhihan and sat down slowly.

Ye Zhihan raised his eyes and glanced at the girl opposite, then picked up the chopsticks that the girl had prepared for him, copied a mouthful of rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although he was a little unwell and had no appetite, in order not to disappoint the girl, he saw a plate of braised pork ribs in front of him, so he copied a piece and put it in his bowl.

I don't know if it's psychological, or if the atmosphere is very embarrassing, after a meal, Ye Zhihan hardly spoke.

In order to alleviate this bad atmosphere, Fang Yu also got up from time to time to add some dishes to the person opposite.

Fang Yu was busy all morning in order to make these dishes!

There was a light snow outside, she braved the snow to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and when she came back, she didn't dare to rest for half a minute, and began to be busy cooking again, but she was so busy that she finally sat down at the dinner table, and all she could see was the person in front of her, depressed and unhappy.

(To be continued.) )