The fourth step, flip it, and the fifth step, it comes out. ”

007：“……”

That's it......

It's out......

You're so embarrassed to say it.

Ling Mei can see something from 007's expression, although Xiao Heng never says it, it is possible that her cooking is really unpalatable.

Ling Mei snorted, emptied the food into the trash, and turned around to buy two meals from the restaurant next to her.

Ling Mei carried the insulated box, drove to the Shaw Group, and entered Xiao Heng's office with ease.

007 shook his head and floated behind Ling Mei.

I don't know what the host thinks, after the last incident, let alone revenge, I didn't have a temper at all, and I was very good to Xiao Heng, so that it didn't know what the host thought, the more transparent a normal person is, the more clearly he thinks about the causes and consequences of this matter, the more he responds.

But the host thinks clearly, but the better it is for Xiao Heng.

007 held up his little face and looked at Ling Mei, such a cold beauty is willing to wash your hands and make soup for you, not to mention Xiao Heng, just one of them is willing to sink into this gentle trap, alas, sorrow.

Seeing Ling Mei come in, Xiao Heng closed the pen, raised his head, and revealed a pair of eyes, the pupils were splashed with ink-like color, and there was clearly no trace of impurities, like a winter night interstellar hidden in the vast stars.

Ling Mei tore off her mask, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she shook the lunch box in her hand.

The two of them sat down on the sofa and opened the insulated lunch box in front of them.

Several dishes are extremely delicate and delicious, and they are still steaming.

Xiao Heng looked at the woman next to him with sideways eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle, with a somewhat teasing tone, "You did it?" ”

Ling Mei's eyes were certain, she thought about it sideways, and then nodded at Xiao Heng seriously.

Xiao Heng smiled indulgently, and he didn't pierce it, "It's a lot of progress." ”

Xiao Heng has never let Ling Mei cook at home, not because she is afraid of being tired of Ling Mei, but just because Ling Mei cooks unpalatable but doesn't know it.

Only Ling Mei could make him wash his hands and make soup willingly, and even he was a little glad that he could at least catch her stomach.

I don't remember exactly how they got to this point.

There is no confession between them, no vigorous love and hatred.

Sometimes in the kitchen, she's picking vegetables, he's stir-frying. The range hood at work brings a little noise, and the world is like the color of fireworks.

Sometimes she lies on a white openwork swing chair on the balcony and reads the script, and he watches the stock market in the living room.

He looked up and saw the woman get up and pat her sleeves, startling the white dove that lived on the eaves and flapping her wings and flying away.

Unintentional moments, it will always give him the luxury of living like this in this life.

But he knew that she didn't love him.

During the time she appeared, he began to eat on time, removed the bitter coffee he used to drink, and began to make tea and drink wolfberries for health.

Sometimes when he is working, he can't help but raise his head and go to the place where she is used to sitting, and when he sees no one, he will feel a little lost in his heart.

Xiao Heng had already picked the fish, put it in front of Ling Mei, and chuckled, this damn habit is terrible.

The strategy value has risen and risen recently, and it has stabilized to 80, and it will no longer rise.

007 squirmed and came to find Ling Mei.

Ling Mei glared at it before it spoke embarrassedly, "Lord, I caused something small. ”

Ling Mei looked at it, "What's the matter?" ”