Ruoxian cooked by himself and took the initiative to invite him, what was he still awkward? Isn't this a great opportunity to get along with her and improve their relationship?

Forget it, whatever her purpose is. He confessed.

Maybe he loved too much, but he didn't mind. He can be humbled, provided only to one person.

"Oh...... Then I'...... I'll wait for you downstairs. I didn't expect him to change his mind, Lin Ruoxian reluctantly said. Turning around, he ran downstairs in a panic. It wasn't until he couldn't be seen that he finally stopped. Panting and leaning against the wall. The heartbeat was a little disturbed, and it pounded on the chest one after another. She must have been out of exercise for too long! Right! It must be so!

Soon, Fang Yuanxiang's figure appeared in the restaurant.

Sitting at the dining table looking at a simple meal, he felt like he was in a dream.

A table of dishes, her, and him......

Such a heartwarming scene. It was so warm that he wished that time could stand still forever in this moment. It was so warm that he didn't dare to move it while holding the chopsticks, for fear that any movement would make everything in front of him disappear.

"You...... If you don't like to eat, don't be reluctant......" Seeing him sitting blankly with chopsticks, Lin Ruoxian thought that he was not satisfied with these dishes. I can't help but be a little disappointed. Oh, people are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, how can they look at these home-cooked dishes?

Hearing the displeasure in her tone, Fang Yuanxiang hurriedly forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart. Some unidentified fluid in the fundus of the eye is also quickly forced back.

"No, don't get me wrong." As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of Kung Pao chicken. Slowly put it in your mouth and chew it carefully. "It's delicious." He praised from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, he couldn't taste the dish itself at the moment. All the dishes on the table, after putting them in the mouth, have only one taste: moving.

Listening to his undisguised praise, Lin Ruoxian didn't say anything, just buried her head in eating, but the smile on her lips couldn't be concealed after all.

The next dinner was a quiet one. After eating, Lin Ruoxian began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks without saying a word, but Fang Yuanxiang gently clasped her wrist.

"I'll do it." He said.

She cooks for him, so he should do the rest.

Unable to adapt to his touch, Lin Ruoxian pulled out her hand in embarrassment: "No need, you go to work, I'll come"

Fang Yuanxiang looked at her, and suddenly spoke: "Thank you" His voice was very soft, and his face was flushed with a suspicious dark red.

In front of him, he definitely can't be associated with the nickname Iceberg Man.

Facing his serious expression, Lin Ruoxian's face began to burn, and she said embarrassedly: "Ying...... It should be me who thanks you, you helped Xinpeng so much, I thank you for him. ”

The corners of his mouth that had been slightly raised suddenly drooped. The rare tenderness in her eyes also returned to indifference again, and she realized what she had just said. But the words have been spoken, and there is no way to take them back.

"Why did you mention him again?" He asked coldly. Why is the slightest room for fantasy reluctant to give him? Why does Zhao Xinpeng's name haunt him?!

"I ......"

"What are you? Why don't you say it? Didn't you want to tell me how much you love him? ”

The questioning tone made Lin Ruoxian a little annoyed, "That's right! I just love him," she burst out, "I love him so much!" I learned to cook and do housework so that I could marry him and be his wife in the future! The anger was so intense that she didn't even notice his excessively pale face and his hands pressed tightly against his stomach.

Fang Yuanxiang gritted his teeth, "Hehe, is it?" It's a pity that you can't do it in your life! "It was obviously hurting her, but it was his heart that dripped blood.

It turns out that the most sour feeling is not jealousy, but the fact that there is no right to be jealous at all.