When I got back to the villa, it was already noon. I didn't have time to eat breakfast, He Yumo's stomach was already hungry, and she just wanted to find something to eat quickly.

She ran into the villa without any image, but unexpectedly bumped into a tall back when she entered the door.

Ling Han frowned and turned around, looked at He Yumo with an eager look, and asked unhappily, "What are you doing again?" ”

"I just brought the salute." He Yumo shrugged his shoulders and showed Ling Han the salute behind him.

Ling Han said helplessly: "Let you rest, not let you do this." ”

"Oh, by the way, can you lend me some more money?" He Yumo asked cautiously, completely ignoring Ling Han's displeasure.

She is now homeless, the card he gave her has long been invested, the fashion design itself is very expensive, when she was abroad, she did several part-time jobs, and the money he gave her could only pay for tuition, and she still had to do the rest by herself.

Ling Han turned around and walked into the villa, and after a long time, a sentence came: "What do you want money for?" ”

He Yumo followed behind Ling Han, sat on the sofa next to him, and said seriously: "I want to rent a house." ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you live here?"

"But... But this is your place, and I don't like to disturb people. He Yumo explained seriously.

Ling Han lit the cigar in his hand and said casually: "This is just one of my villas, not my home, I rarely live here." ”

"Really?" I rarely come, so it's such a coincidence that I came today? It's obvious that it's insincere! He Yumo only dared to say the latter words in his heart.

Ling Han didn't bother with her on this topic anymore, and said irritably: "I just came from the company, and I haven't eaten yet!" ”

What's the matter with me! He Yumo muttered in her heart, but on the surface, she still understood what he meant, and said respectfully: "Wait, I'll cook for you." ”

After saying that, I walked into the kitchen, and I was still hungry! also let her cook, she has been a professional instant noodle for 20 years, where has she ever cooked?

He Yumo reluctantly opened the refrigerator, looking at the complete colors inside, she took a few tomatoes out casually, and heard that tomato scrambled eggs are still very easy to make.

Ling Han was smoking a cigarette in the living room, he had forgotten that this was the first one, the crackling sound from the kitchen made him very unhappy to hear, could this woman cook?

Striding into the kitchen, He Yumo was cutting the tomatoes rolling around with a trembling look, holding a knife in her fair-skinned slender hands, and her face was already covered with fine sweat.

"Go to the living room and stay!" Ling Han dragged He Yumo out of the kitchen domineeringly, but he went into the kitchen himself, if he was letting this woman get down, he wouldn't have to go to work in the afternoon.

He Yumo sat boredly on the sofa in the living room, sticking out her tongue at the majestic figure in the kitchen, what's wrong with not being able to cook? Do you want to look at yourself with that helpless and contemptuous look?

It didn't take long for Ling Han to bring out a big bowl of soup from the kitchen, and He Yumo went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks.

Looking at the colorful and fragrant tomato egg soup on the table, He Yumo's sense of taste was stimulated, and he took a bowl of it, blew it, and drank it.

Ling Han frowned: "He Yumo, how long have you not eaten?" ”

"It's been two!" He Yumo replied as he drank the soup.

When the blow was almost half cool, she pursed her lips, the sour taste of tomatoes flowed into her mouth, and she said excitedly: "Ling Han, your cooking skills are good!" ”

"Ling Han, your cooking skills are good!" This sentence made Ling Han lose his mind again, what a familiar tone, what a similar face, Ling Han's heart trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" He Yumo looked at Ling Han's stiff expression suspiciously.

After a long time, Ling Han came back to his senses in a daze, picked up the soup in his hand, took a few sips casually, picked up his suit jacket, and said to He Yumo: "I'm going to work." ”

He Yumo nodded lightly, it's really boring, and I won't praise him with affection in the future.

After Ling Han left, He Yumo directly picked up the big bowl of soup and drank it all, but her stomach was still empty, and she could only stuff this little thing between her teeth.

She sat leisurely on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and dialed a local newspaper, and anonymously sent the intimate photo of Zheng Shiming and a certain woman to the newspaper.