It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, Leng Lie and Han Shang came back from going out for a drink, pressed the code to open the door, and walked in. Stretched out his hand to turn on the lamp, the crystal clear chandelier lit up, looking at the clean and tidy living room, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he walked to the living room and looked at the neatly folded quilt on the sofa, looked at the clean kitchen sink, and the TV with a black screen, the whole room was very quiet, he used to like a quiet person the most, but now he feels * quiet.

What's wrong with me? Drinking too much? Leng Lie couldn't help but put a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, took off his coat, tore off his tie and threw it on the sofa, turned around and walked into the bedroom, but saw the clothes of the woman on the bed. There was a sudden strange feeling in his heart, he couldn't tell the feeling, he only felt that the smell of that woman still remained in the room, and his heart was happy. Picked up the woman's clothes and hung them in the closet one by one, looked at the woman's clothes that were occupied by most of the wardrobe for a long time before closing the wardrobe door and turning around and walking to the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom and saw the messy woman's skin care products on the sink and the woman's pajamas, I saw the figure of a woman in my heart, still with a confident and arrogant smile on her face. Leng Lie turned on the shower and let the water sprinkle on his head, and his clothes were already soaked and clinging to his body......

Deluxe rooms in the hotel.

Chu Mengyao was lying on the beauty couch in pajamas, applying a mask, Owen and his girlfriend Xiaoxiao. Packing up the new clothes she bought for the afternoon.

"Yaoyao, where did you say you were staying these days?" Owen asked incredulously.

"In a zombie-faced home." Chu Mengyao thought of Leng Lie's anger in her heart, how could there be such a rigid person.

"Yaoyao, do you really want to marry Leng Yichen?" Xiaoxiao asked as she straightened her clothes.

"How is it possible, I don't want to marry him, I don't feel good when I think of his arrogant appearance. Let me marry him? Think beautifully. When it came to Leng Yichen, Chu Mengyao was angry in his heart. How could her father arrange such a person to marry her, it is even more ruthless than a zombie face. Suddenly, Chu Mengyao's heart appeared with the zombie face of Leng Lie. Damn, how can I recall such a zombie face, but after all, I lived in someone's house for several days, and I didn't say hello to anyone when I left, thinking about picking up my phone and opening WeChat, fortunately, I had already added the man's WeChat, took a beautiful photo of myself, and paid a text: Isn't it boring to have a night without this palace! Don't miss me too much! After sending it, he threw the phone aside with a proud face.

looked at Chu Mengyao, who was holding the mask and smirking. Owen and Xiaoxiao glanced at each other, what was wrong with her.

On the other side, Leng Lie was lying on the bed, leaning on the head of the bed and holding a book in his hand, looking at it elegantly.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang, WeChat message. Leng Lie opened it and saw that it was Chu Mengyao who came to fight, a photo of him wearing a mask, although he couldn't see the expression on his face with the mask, but he saw the confident and arrogant smile in his eyes. And see the accompanying text. A smile tugged at the corner of Leng Li's mouth. Picked up the phone and sent it a few words, then threw the phone aside, and continued to look at the book in his hand, but the expression on his face was much more relaxed.

On the other side, Chu Mengyao took off the mask and massaged the residual essence on her face. The phone rings. Pick up a tissue to wipe your hands and open your phone's WeChat. It was sent by Leng Lie, who opened the message and saw the text, but looked at the phone screen with disdain on his face.

"There was no one in the house, the room was much cleaner! If I don't take the clothes in the closet, I'll throw them away. "What? Much cleaner? Won't it be clean when you get me in your house? Dare to throw my clothes. Hum!

Chu Mengyao held the mobile phone and pressed the text with an unhappy face: Don't touch my clothes, otherwise I won't be done with you. I snorted coldly and threw my phone aside, got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

"What's wrong with her?" Owen asked curiously as he looked at the vanishing back.

"How do I know. After packing up, let's quickly evacuate, trapped to death. Xiaoxiao said and walked to the bathroom door, knocked on the door and said, "We're leaving, you rest early." ”

"Okay." Chu Mengyao's muffled voice came from the bathroom, and it seemed that she was washing her face. When she washed her face and came out, she was the only one left in the huge suite, she walked to the sofa and picked up her mobile phone with one hand, picked up the water glass on the table with the other, and walked to the bedroom. When I turned on my phone, there was no message, this person wouldn't be asleep. Chu Mengyao took a sip of water and put the water cup on the bedside table, while she jumped on the bed, sat cross-legged, shook the hair behind her, and dialed the cold mobile phone.

Leng Lie was cooking noodles in the kitchen when he heard his phone ring and pressed the stove button. When I came to the bedroom and picked up the phone, I saw that the call was Chu Mengyao, and there was an unread WeChat message, and I was happy to connect the phone in my heart, but I said in a cold tone: "Is there something?" ”

"Don't throw my clothes. Do you hear that? Chu Mengyao said arrogantly.

Hearing Chu Mengyao's arrogant voice, the corners of his cold mouth rose in a pretending provocative tone: "Why should my family listen to you." ”

"You... What are you doing? Chu Mengyao, who was originally angry, suddenly changed the topic and asked.

"I'm cooking supper."

"Supper? What to do? Noodles from last time? Chu Mengyao's eyes straightened when she heard the supper, and she had to admit that the cold-boiled noodles still tasted very good. I only ate a few bites last time, but I can't forget the taste.

"Yes." Leng Lie hummed softly and walked to the kitchen with his mobile phone, turned on the stove button again, and put the noodles in one hand. Pick up chopsticks and stir gently.

"I really want to eat it, what should I do?" Chu Mengyao said in a coquettish tone. Chu Mengyao's coquettish skills are amazing.

Listening to the pitiful voice on the other end of the phone, the corners of Leng Li's mouth rose again, and he could imagine what the woman's expression was now. When the noodles are cooked, I press the stove button, tilt my head to hold my phone, reach out for a bowl, and put the noodles in the bowl. Walked to the table with the bowl and put it down, sat down on the chair, stretched out a hand and held the phone again: "I only cooked one bowl." Sorry for not having your share. ”

Listening to the angry tone, Chu Mengyao said angrily: "Hmph, who is rare, hang up." She hung up the phone angrily, threw the phone on the bed, and stretched out her arms to burn the pillow. Pouting and cursing: "Damn cold, hate, hate, hate." ”

Holding the phone that suddenly hung up, he smiled coldly, put down the phone, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the noodles elegantly. He was used to it alone, used to being quiet, but suddenly the appearance of that woman seemed to break these, although they only lived in her house for a few days, during these days, they spent most of their time eating dinner together, eating supper together, although the process was not pleasant, but since she lived at home, the home seemed to have a different feeling than before. What it was like, Leng Lie didn't know, the only thing he knew was that he was a little unaccustomed to being so quiet at home now.

Sometimes habits are hard to change, but sometimes habits that have been persevering are easy to break. It's as if Leng Lie said that he only cooked one noodle, but there are still many noodles in the kitchen pot......

[The author has something to say: There was no update yesterday, I'm really sorry, my baby son, sick, so there is no update, strive for more updates today, thank you again for your support and attention! ] 】