Tying up the pink floral apron with lace that Xia Lian hung in the kitchen, Qin Yuhuai deliberately walked to the fitting mirror in the living room and shook it, looking at his dignity in the mirror, he couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

When I went to school, I followed the rules and focused on my studies, and after graduation, I was ambitious and devoted to my career, and once, the marriage that I expected to stand up for the year was just a step-by-step plan to find a suitable person to marry and have children, even if it was an explanation to my deceased parents, but she came, suddenly, and lost suddenly.

After the age when she was easy to be impulsive at the beginning of her love, she thought it would be good to endure it, but no matter who she was by her side, no matter who she had in her heart. I never thought that I would love someone to such a point in this life, but when I met her, I really couldn't help it, I couldn't help but miss it, I couldn't help but cling to love, this name is a bit rustic, and people are not very bright fools, at first sight, even the figure was pitiful, and he was willing to reconcile the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the kitchen.

And those who are comfortable in the mall may not be able to come easily in the kitchen. I finally rummaged through the cabinet to find where the rice was, but the next second I was embarrassed by the ratio of rice and water, the water in the rice cooker was injected again and again, and I was still a little nervous, I didn't know whether this porridge should be cooked thinner or thicker, and even the vegetables became cautious, afraid that the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board would make a noise to Xia Lian, who was half-asleep and half-awake, but all the worries always inevitably became a reality, and Qin Yuhuai, who was engrossed, didn't know that not far behind him, there was already a teary-eyed person, Leaning barefoot against the kitchen door, his soul was frozen in despair.

There was a moment of trance, Xia Lian thought that Yin Tian had returned, the man who had been silent to her from beginning to end, when did his conscience find out that he was busy in the kitchen. I can't say that I was moved, but I just felt that my former self was pitiful and pitiful.

The passing of "......" has become a thing of the past, and people who don't want to look back are still inevitably emotionally in the story, but fortunately, no matter how mixed their emotions are, they are finally brought back to reality by a crisp blow.

It was Qin Yuhuai, who accidentally knocked over an empty bowl at hand when serving porridge, spun it in the air several times, and finally fell to the ground and shattered.

"Mr. Qin......" When Qin Yuhuai turned around, she met him with a stunned gaze, the rope of memory, searching in the shallow time, everything was still clear - redemption in the shade of the tree, the stalemate in the car, the inexplicable sadness and loss in the conversation, and the charm in the bedroom in the morning, the person who was forced to kiss her ear must not be Zimo, she was suddenly at a loss, "I ......" choked the tears in her eyes, she tried to explain something, but she didn't know where to start.

"Morning!" He smiled, his smile melted into the sunlight, and his eyes shone as if he had been wounded, and he acted as if nothing had happened.

"Morning......," she whispered, "Morning," she whispered, feeling as little as if they had been in the room.

"Are you feeling better?" Stooping down to pick up the pieces on the ground, he asked.

"Well......," she said, also walking over and squatting on the ground to help, "thank you! The two people who finally approached, but they were only separated by one night, and they were pulled away by a word.

Qin Yuhuai thought to himself, the so-called end of the world is nothing more than this, always entangled in love and sorrow.

"I'm coming!" Noticing the bare feet, he pulled away her outstretched arm in time, "What if you get hurt again?" ”

"It's all right......" she said, pulling up the rag from the floor and dusting it carefully. This seems to be a common occurrence.

"Do you really think you're an iron man?" He asked with a smile, deliberately getting close, deliberately reminding. obviously looks unfinished, but people can't pick out half frivolity.

"Huh?" Frozen there in astonishment, she suddenly felt that her cheeks were hot enough to spread out a hot spring egg. In his mind, he copied all the scenes he had experienced with him.

"Fool ......" the index finger circled and bounced on her head, and he took the rag from her hand, afraid that the scales stuck to the cloth would pierce her hand. Once, he had personally experienced that kind of pain, he couldn't see it, he couldn't touch it, but he followed him like a shadow, and he had been faintly hurting.

"You...... Busy, right? Coming back to her senses, she asked.

"I'm hungry!" He said. How could he not understand Xia Lian's thoughts, it was clear that he had given an eviction order, but he didn't want to leave yet, maybe stay a little longer, so as not to be so superficial in her heart.

"The breakfast downstairs was all local snacks!" She's witty.

"I like to eat my own ......," he paused, looking up at her and smiling.

"......" for a long time, and couldn't find a way to deal with it, she just got up and stood there in a daze, watching him continue to slowly clean up the remaining scraps, hopeless and helpless. This man with his own light is too good to be frightened.

"So you want me to go?" Rinsing the rag clean and neatly put it back in its place, he walked over to her, still smiling, but his eyes occasionally swept away.

"No......" she still denied his help, "I'm thinking about you, I'm afraid of delaying your work......"

But, obviously, her dumidity couldn't escape his eyes, "I'm gone, what are you going to do?" He asked about the rest of his life.

"I have Zimo!" She smiled, leaving nothing to chance.

"Girl with no conscience!" When pampering becomes a burden, love is always powerless. With his half-outstretched hand retracted, he walked out of the kitchen towards the door.

"Mr. Qin......" Standing far away from him, she suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" He responded. The person who was about to go out was complacent, thinking that she would be saved.

"Wait a minute......," she said, hurrying to the balcony.

And he, following her figure, saw the straight hanging suit, and then closed the door in frustration.

"Mr. Qin?" When she returned with her clothes, the living room was already empty, and she whispered again, but after looking at the kitchen and knocking on the bathroom door carefully, there was no shadow of Qin Yuhuai, thinking that he was already gone, she let out a long breath as if she was relieved.

It's not that I don't know how to repay my kindness, but in the face of Qin Yuhuai, I am always faintly a little uneasy. After Yintian, Xia Lian has always been suspicious of this kind of person who stands at the top of the pyramid, not to mention, after yesterday and this morning, she can no longer be calm, at least she can't.

Thankfully, he was gone, and she was glad he was. Unfortunately, the clothes in my hand were not returned.

Spread the suit on the sofa stupidly, went back to the room and took a clean nightgown, when passing through the living room, she only took off the suspender belt inside, and the outer gown was thrown away, and it happened to fall on Qin Yuhuai's suit impartially, but she only glanced at the gown from the corner of her eye to see if the gown had fallen to the ground, and entered the bathroom casually.

"How do you ...... It's so good-looking......" her fingers touched the projection in the mirror on the wall, and she smiled dumbly - this unkempt person with a sour smell all over his body was really difficult for Qin Yuhuai, no wonder he slipped away so fast.

And she couldn't ask for it.

After unloading his defense, his whole body suddenly relaxed a lot, especially after taking a shower and washing, the whole person was refreshed, and even his stomach couldn't stop gurgling.

Ignoring the dripping drops of water at the ends of her hair, she was thinking about the fragrance of rice wafting from the kitchen, and said, she really wanted to thank Qin Yuhuai, such a wealthy, good-looking and considerate man, I am afraid that it is rare to see him several times in life.

However, all the gratitude fell back to reality in the next moment.

"Mr. Qin......" couldn't wait to pass by the living room, and her whole body was petrified there.

"I'll return the key......" said that he couldn't ignore the indecency, he could only sit on the sofa and look through Zimo's old book over and over again, "Zimo is afraid that going in and out will disturb your rest,......" Actually, he just went downstairs to buy some pickles and came up.

"You should knock on the door......" she said, her heart beating out of order. When I just took a shower, the bathroom door was all open.

"I knocked, you ignored ......," he explained, and couldn't help but look at her innocently, but when he raised his eyes, he couldn't hold back his projected gaze, and the temperature kept rising—she, with her well-proportioned limbs and crimson face, stood there like a fairy wrapped in a gouache silk skirt, delicately looming in the cover of less than a meter.

"Then wait a little longer!" Apparently, she was so angry that she forgot the fact that she was barely clothed, "she can't ...... without permission"

"What do you want me to do?" Interrupting her, he asked, his voice was gloomy and his eyes were burning, "Girl, you don't allow anything, it's always been ......" desires, which always make people sink into losing their minds.

"I ......" Qin Yuhuai's attempt is already Sima Zhao's heart, but why do people who should hate it to the bone have a kind of guilt, "Mr. Qin, the reason why I was like that in the morning is because of ......" Yes, if you must investigate right and wrong, then she is the initiator, simply do things by yourself and explain it clearly, but when the words come to the mouth, it is difficult to say after all.

"Which one?" Knowingly, his gaze fell on her smooth shoulders and undulating chest, and the occasional droplets of water from her hair were playfully reflected at the highest point in front of her, adding a little clarity to the chic, like a budding bud.

"Forget it!" Pursing her lips in annoyance, she said. The senses are cool and cold, so that people no longer have time to care about other things, and even so embarrassed that they forget the way to go back to the bedroom to change into casual clothes, so they can only tug the corner of the skirt and try to transfer the wet parts, but they lose sight of one or the other, and the spring on the chest is flashing.

When he was in a hurry, he saw him get up and take the nightgown next to him, but she retreated again and again.

"Don't you want to wear it?" With a frown, he asked. If she hadn't hit the wall, she would have dodged again and again.

"Of course not!" She retorted, clinging to the wall like a gecko, just leaning straight back.

"Come on......" took her arm and pulled it in his direction, and he returned to his previous gentleness. For her sake, there is nothing that cannot be restrained.

"Thanks......" she tried to get her pajamas back.

"Raise your hand!" Pulling off his clothes and looking ahead, he waited patiently for her to take the initiative to come in. From a condescending perspective, an inadvertent view will be unobstructed, and he is afraid that he can't help but be impulsive and hurt her.

And she, except to be obedient, has no choice, "thank you......" After he thoughtfully fastened his belt for himself, she said again. The vocabulary has reached the point of exhaustion.

"Anything else?" He asked, looking disgusted.

"I haven't thought about it yet......" she didn't dare to look at him shyly, and she whispered.

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you!" Leaning into her ear, he said.

Wait for her, wait for the old things to be light, wait for her to love......