After receiving the information that Meng Zhiyang would be home before eight o'clock, Lian Wuyi almost ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, turned out all the fresh ingredients, and put them on the glass table to see how to match the dishes, and immediately started to prepare dinner.

After cooking the last dish and bringing it to the table, Lian Wuyi went back to the kitchen to see the thick soup that was still simmering slowly.

Looking at the time, the soup should be almost stewed, but I don't know how it tastes?

In fact, there is no one who has drunk Lian Wuyi's ability to stew soup without praise, but today it was stewed for Meng Zhiyang, and she was afraid that it would not be good enough to disappoint Meng Zhiyang.

In order to ensure that there was no problem with the taste of the soup, Lian Wuyi took a small bite of the soup with a bowl of half a bowl, and felt the taste that her taste buds told her, she looked at the soup in the bowl and said to herself:

"The taste is already very strong, but it doesn't seem to be salty enough, and I don't know if he likes to drink a lighter taste?"

Lian Wuyi didn't know that his self-talk was heard word by word by Meng Zhiyang, who was standing at the door of the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the door, he wanted to put the thermos pot in his hand in the kitchen first, and as soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he saw her taste the soup, and naturally heard her stupid self-question.

However, she seemed to care that he was not satisfied with her stew. Her concern pleased him, because she was thinking of him in the soup.

Meng Zhiyang walked behind Lian Wuyi happily, just as Lian Wuyi turned around, and suddenly saw a person, Lian Wuyi was so frightened that he instinctively took two steps back against the stove, and the position happened to be the position where the soup was still stewed.

Meng Zhiyang's heart tightened, and he grabbed Lian Wuyi and took it into his arms, and cursed in his mouth:

"Am I a ghost, scared like this when you see me?"

If she retreats a little harder, she will knock over a pot of soup if she doesn't do it, in case she gets burned to ......!

Thinking of the worst outcome, Meng Zhiyang frowned and became irritable, he didn't want to see her get hurt.

Lian Wuyi shrank at his curse, and she looked up at his frowning face, feeling a little wronged.

She was already timid, and she was frightened when he walked silently and suddenly appeared in front of her. Moreover, how could she have said that he was a ghost?

"I didn't know you were back, and I was scared when I suddenly saw someone."

As soon as Lian Wuyi finished speaking, he lowered his head a little lower, not daring to look at him, and forgetting that her body was still being held by him.

Because of holding Lian Wuyi, Meng Zhiyang easily smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus on her body again. Especially from her hair, the smell is stronger.

He remembered that she had braided her long, loose hair in the morning that suited her, and now she had coiled it all over her head to form a half-loose and half-tight ball. There were still untied strands of hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks, scattered casually around her ears.

Meng Zhiyang suddenly wanted to take a good look at her hair, he forgot that he was still teaching her stupidity, and said to her in a low voice:

"Raise your head!"

Lian Wuyi looked up according to his instinctive reaction again, but saw his different eyes, he seemed to be looking at her very attentively, why?

Meng Zhiyang found that whether it was wearing loose braids or coiling up all his hair, it was very suitable for the quiet and pure temperament of Lian Wuyi.

Tie up her hair, her thin white neck is exposed, and at a glance, the delicate collarbone that is not covered by clothes and her flawless slender neck are particularly eye-catching!

If you look closely at her face, there is no makeup at all. She didn't even melt the eyebrows that a woman needs to make.

But she is right not to make, because her eyebrow shape seems to be born beautiful enough, and she doesn't need to use an eyebrow pencil to add to it.

and the eyelashes on her clear double eyelids, long and slightly curled, like a fan fluttering when blinking, which is particularly exciting!

"Do you have any perfume?"

Is the scent of osmanthus on her body due to long-term use of a certain perfume or other skin care products? But it doesn't smell like an artificially created fragrance at all!

Lian Wuyi blinked, not understanding how he could ask her if she used perfume?

Although he was puzzled by his question, Lian Wuyi still answered truthfully:

"I don't use perfume, I'm allergic to perfume smells that are too strong, and I sneeze easily when I smell it."

"Then why do you always smell of osmanthus on your body?"

"Osmanthus fragrance?"

Lian Wuyi thought about what he said, and she guessed that he was too close to her, so it would be easy to smell her body fragrance.

Get too close! Oh my God, isn't it just that they're too close, and they're all hugged, can they not get close?

She reacted and pushed him, saying:

"You... You let me go first, okay? ”

Meng Zhiyang wanted to say that it was not good, he really hoped that her reaction could be half a beat slower!

His hand holding her finally let go, compared to Lian Wuyi's helplessness, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, what if he just hugged her?

"That...... The meals are all ready, you ...... Why don't you go eat it first, and I'll help you serve the soup out? ”

"You don't want to know what I taste, just give me a sip of the soup now and see if it's salty or light."

"Huh?"

"Ahh

Meng Zhiyang looked at Lian Wuyi's somewhat delicate face, and his mood returned to comfort. She seems to be a magical creature because she can make him happy at any time and irritable at any time.

So far, she is the person in this world who can touch his two emotions at the same time.

Who is she sacred, why can her ability be so big, so big that after a short time with her, she always makes him think about her every move inadvertently?

Lian Wuyi didn't know that Meng Zhiyang had a lot of thoughts in her heart at this time, and she felt embarrassed because he heard her talk to herself, and obediently served a little soup to Meng Zhiyang.

But Meng Zhiyang didn't answer, he just looked at her and said:

"I haven't washed my hands yet."

Lian Wuyi looked at him, didn't wash his hands now, isn't it okay? The washbasin was right next to him.

But Meng Zhiyang just didn't move, just looked at her, as if he wanted her to guess what he meant.

"I ...... Feed you to drink? ”

"Hmm."

Meng Zhiyang answered as a matter of course, but Lian Wuyi couldn't be as calm as him, and he was not a patient who couldn't move, so wouldn't it be strange that she asked her to feed him soup so intimately?

But he said that he just wanted her to feed, could she not feed?

Feeding people and drinking soup is not a difficult thing to do. But feeding Meng Zhiyang soup, she felt very difficult.

Because it was a bit messy, she could only blow the hot soup first according to the habit of feeding Lian's mother and Grandpa Lian, and then lift the soup spoon and send it to Meng Zhiyang's mouth.

Meng Zhiyang looked at the thick soup on the soup spoon, just now her breath was blowing in the soup, he drank it now, as if he had drunk her breath into his stomach too, right?

I drank the soup, probably because there was her breath in the soup, and it tasted particularly sweet.

Lian Wuyi saw that he had swallowed the soup, but he didn't say a word, so he took the initiative to ask him.

"How? Do you need to add a little salt? ”

"I can't taste it."

"Huh?"

If you can't taste it like this, how can you taste it?

"Do you need two more sips?"

Lian Wuyi thought that he hadn't drunk enough, so he fed him another spoonful to his mouth, but Meng Zhiyang said:

"You come to drink the soup, I'll draw conclusions about the taste."

Lian Wuyi is stupid, what kind of way to taste the taste, she drinks the soup, how does he know how it tastes?

"Drink quickly, drink all the soup in the bowl first."

Meng Zhiyang urged Lian Wuyi, Lian Wuyi didn't understand what he wanted to do, but he still stupidly drank the little soup in the bowl, then licked his lips and said:

"I don't think so...... Not......! ”

Lian Wuyi was defenseless, he simply wanted to discuss with Meng Zhiyang whether to add salt to the soup.

But why should he...... Kiss her???

Time seems to stand still, but it ripples in the still......!!

The kitchen was already hotter, Lian Wuyi had been busy cooking, and her body was still sweating slightly, but now she felt that her whole body was even hotter.

Because of the temperature, because of the heartbeat, because of his sudden passionate kiss, she could barely parry. But she was willing to let him kiss deeply, and she even responded to his ...... slowly.

But she felt like she was about to suffocate, and she couldn't take everything he gave.

Just when she thought she was going to faint, Meng Zhiyang's kiss stopped, but his lips were still down to hers, and his forehead was touching hers.

Because both of them are breathing rapidly, each other's breath is constantly inhaled into each other's chest and lungs!

Meng Zhiyang finally pecked Lian Wuyi's seductive red lips before forcing himself to stay away from her lips, if he hadn't felt that she couldn't bear his deep kiss for longer because she was jerky, he wouldn't have been willing to stop at all.

Looking at her confused and watery beautiful eyes, Meng Zhiyang raised his lips and smiled evilly, and said:

"The taste is just right, you don't need to add salt, let's serve the soup out, it's time to eat."

Leaving behind Lian Wuyi, who had lost his soul, Meng Zhiyang went to the dining room to wait for dinner first.

Lian Wuyi clutched his chest and breathed heavily, he asked her to drink soup, and he came to conclude that this was what it meant.

However, he is too bad, what kind of way to taste the taste, obviously just eat her tofu, right?

No matter how shy he was, Lian Wuyi dragged and dragged in the kitchen, and finally brought the soup to the dining room table and put it away.

Meng Zhiyang didn't speak like he was fine, and he had already started to eat vegetables.

Lian Wuyi wished that he wouldn't speak, and she didn't know if she could talk to him normally now.

But she still had to speak, because she was going down to the twenty-seventh floor, and the degree might have returned, and she promised to take care of cooking to keep the rent low.

"You... Eat first, I'll clean up the dishes later. ”

Lian Wuyi wanted to run away quickly, but Meng Zhiyang didn't give her a chance to leave, he stopped her and said:

"Stop, why are you going?"

Lian Wuyi looked back at him, opened his mouth and said:

"Brother Cheng may be back, I'm ......."

"Tell him to come up and eat."

"Huh?"

Lian Wuyi didn't expect Meng Zhiyang to let the degree come to eat, but he lost his temper last night because of it, didn't he?

"Then I'll go down and call him ......."

"Is the phone used to make soup? You are not allowed to go down. ”

He had to go down and invite someone to have a meal, so he didn't want to use such a high level of courtesy.

"Oh."

Lian Wuyi didn't dare to refute Meng Zhiyang's domineering, so he could only use his mobile phone to make a WeChat voice.

However, before the degree side answered, Meng Zhiyang got up and snatched the phone from Lian Wuyi's hand and looked at it.

Lian Wuyi's voice name on his mobile phone is "kind long-legged uncle".

The degree is a kind long-legged uncle in Lian Wuyi's eyes, so what kind of existence will he be in her eyes?

In other words, that guy is kind and woolly, which eye does Lian Wuyi see that he is kind, and her eyesight is fine, right?

After waiting for a while, Meng Zhiyang almost hung up directly, but he answered the voice, but he only said the word "Wuyi" on his side, and Meng Zhiyang said directly to Lian Wuyi's phone:

"Roll up and eat by yourself in three minutes, and don't wait for it."

After speaking, he hung up the voice directly and put Lian Wuyi's mobile phone next to him, as if it was his mobile phone.

I don't know if it's because of the degree, Lian Wuyi found that Meng Zhiyang's face changed to an expression that no one should approach.

She didn't speak, and she didn't dare to rush to get her mobile phone back, so she silently went to the kitchen to get an extra pair of dishes and chopsticks to prepare.