Leng Yao looked at this face that was half occupied by scars, and did not feel hideous and terrifying, but felt pity, he reached out and stroked it gently.

Just as Leng Yao caressed Ling Yinxue's little face lovingly, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Leng Yao's hand stiffened slightly, and then quickly retracted it.

Ling Yinxue was touched twice by Leng Yao. For the first time, she could stand it. After all, people care about her physical condition, so she can barely be as calm as water for him to touch.

The second time he touched her face again, she couldn't hold back her excitement, and opened her eyes inappropriately: "Mr. Leng, what are you doing?"

Leng Yao's eyes looked away: "I see that there is a handful of ash on your face, and I will help you wipe it off."

Ling Yinxue didn't believe it, how could there be ash if it was good?

Her mind turned, this person wouldn't want to take advantage of her while she was asleep, right?

Ling Yinxue wanted to shout to Leng Yao with joy: "Come and take advantage of me, I can't ask for it."

But despite her fierce thoughts, her mouth was honest: "Thank you then."

Ling Yinxue touched her scarred face and asked tentatively, "Leng Yao, do you think my scratch is cute?" Like Naruto's face? ”

Leng Yao said speechlessly, "Do you think anyone will see Naruto's face like this?"

Ling Yinxue tightened her brows, covered her face and said, "Then you go, I'm afraid it will affect your mood."

Leng Yao turned around and went out.

Ling Yinxue said angrily: "You, you..."

She got up from the bed speechlessly, walked into the kitchen, and saw that the rice cooker was still in a state of insulation, and a trace of warmth flowed in her heart.

This person is really a knife-mouthed tofu heart.

Thinking of this, she suddenly understood one thing as if she had been enlightened: he should have her in his heart, but he was playing a game of cat and mouse with her.

Ling Yinxue picked up a bowl of porridge, brought it to Leng Yao and sat down, and then smirked at him.

Leng Yao was puzzled, he glanced at the porridge in Ling Yinxue's hand, and hurriedly reminded, "What are you smirking at?" Look at your porridge, it's all sprinkled on my couch. ”

Ling Yinxue lowered her head and looked at it, she really sprinkled a lot: "Isn't this your friend's sofa?"

Leng Yao: "Slip of the tongue."

Ling Yinxue stood up and prepared to find a napkin to wipe the sofa.

Leng Yao took a piece of paper and handed it over, Ling Yinxue ignored the paper in his hand, and stared at his white and tender hands with a pair of eyes, she wanted to take the opportunity to rub oil.

Leng Yao's hand stopped in mid-air and waited for a while, but Ling Yinxue didn't see him take it. He could only wipe himself with a tissue.

Ling Yinxue watched his big hand dangling in front of her eyes, raised her hand and patted her head. She is still too cowardly, she has a thief's heart but not a thief's courage.

She sat down to drink porridge in a daze, and suddenly remembered something: "Mr. Leng, I remember that I was lying on the sofa just now, right?"

Leng Yao said seriously: "It seems so, I can't remember it clearly."

Ling Yinxue knew that he would say this: "Then how did I get to bed?"

Leng Yao didn't look at her, and said indifferently: "How do I know this?" You're not on the couch when I come out of the kitchen. You don't have sleepwalking and swim to bed, do you? ”

Ling Yinxue found that since she opened her mind, she realized that the pervert in front of her did not have a few words of truth in his mouth.

She didn't know if her mind had been squeezed by the door before, and she couldn't even see it.

"You stayed with me for four or five hours and never left?"

Leng Yao was embarrassed now, and it was not appropriate to answer.

"I went back once in the middle, and I was afraid that the snowball would be too noisy and noisy for you, so I sent it back."

This was obviously a lie, and she despised him deeply in her heart.

"The porridge you cooked is so delicious, if I can eat such porridge every day in the future, I will be willing to deduct my performance for half a year at one time." After Ling Yinxue finished speaking, she stole a glance at Leng Yao.

I saw a slight smile flashing on his face, and it was difficult to detect it if he didn't look closely.

"Since you love to play this game of cat and mouse so much, let's have fun. See whose hand the deer dies. ”

Ling Yinxue finished eating the porridge, put the bowl on the coffee table, picked up a paper towel and wiped her mouth hard. She rubbed her mouth red, then turned her head and smiled at Leng Yao, and said softly and glutinously: "Mr. Leng, I didn't have time to tell you before I fell asleep, you look really warm and stylish when you are busy in the kitchen."

Ling Yinxue observed Leng Yao's expression as she spoke, only to see him raise the corners of his mouth proudly, and glanced at her with a proud little look.

Ling Yinxue finished patting her ass and waited for him to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but she didn't expect to wait for a long time and didn't see any reaction from him.

It seems that the magic of this sentence is still a little lacking. She was hesitating to add more fire, Leng Yao picked up the bowl on the coffee table and stood up: "The bowl I used before still has time to wash, for the sake of you being sick, let's wash it for you."

Ling Yinxue sent him to the kitchen, holding her head to watch him busy in the kitchen.

Leng Yao occasionally pretended to glance at Ling Yinxue inadvertently, and found that she was looking at herself intently. In order to maintain his proud image in Ling Yinxue's heart, he straightened his waist and stood straight by the sink to wash the dishes and shabu-shabu, splashing all over without noticing.

After Leng Yao washed the dishes with great interest, he found that the cabinets didn't look very clean, and the floor was dirty. He picked up the rag and wiped the cabinet and the floor, and when he came out to look at Ling Yinxue again, he saw her sitting motionless with her head propped up and her eyes closed.

Leng Yao shouted softly, "Secretary Ling?"

After seeing that she didn't react, he shouted again: "Xiaoxue?"

This little girl is really asleep, Leng Yao is a little disappointed, he has been busy for so long.

He bent down and gently picked up Ling Yinxue and prepared to send her into the bedroom.

Ling Yinxue sensed the movement and drilled into Leng Yao's arms.

Leng Yao glanced down at Ling Yinxue's head, and his heart throbbed. He walked into the bedroom with Ling Yinxue in his arms, he looked at the lovely person sleeping in his arms, and was a little reluctant to put it down.

He couldn't get enough of it, and he turned his head with her, and circled between the living room and the bedroom. After a few laps, he began to be exhausted and out of breath.

Only then did he carry Ling Yinxue into the bedroom and put her on the bed.

After Ling Yinxue lay on the bed, she turned over and turned her back to Leng Yao.

Then she muttered softly, "Yaoyao..."

Leng Yao was a little excited, and was about to answer, only to hear Ling Yinxue say again: "I want to drink water."

Leng Yao's face darkened instantly, and he asked softly, "You want to drink water?"

There was no sound in the room except for Ling Yinxue's even breathing.

Leng Yao guessed that she was talking in her sleep, so she covered the quilt for her speechlessly and went back.

In the dark, Ling Yinxue closed her eyes, bent the corners of her mouth, turned over again and continued to sleep.

The next day, Leng Yao got up early to go for a run, and when he went back, he bought breakfast by the way.

When Ling Yinxue opened the door and saw Leng Yao appearing in front of her house with breakfast, she was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Leng, did you buy breakfast?" I just don't want to cook. You're really my timely rain. ”

Leng Yao gave a big roll of his eyes: "I accidentally bought too much, I'm afraid of wasting."

Ling Yinxue had now completely ignored his poisonous tongue: "That's not bad, it's my honor to be able to eat the breakfast that Mr. Leng bought."

Leng Yao couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth again, he suddenly found that since this little girl was beaten by Xiao San, her mouth seemed to be coated with honey, and the words she said were always sweet and refreshing.

Ling Yinxue ate her breakfast, smacked her mouth, and sighed, "How did I find that today's spicy paste soup is better than before?" Mr. Leng, what do you think? ”