The heat from the coffee cup warmed Ye Zhiyu's palm.

She thought, did Rong He know that her original intention of choosing to enter the entertainment industry was because celebrities made money quickly, just enough to support their own mouth?

Ye Zhiru held the coffee cup, watching Rong He busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner, the action of cutting vegetables with a knife was very neat, and the wooden cutting board was cut by him, which was very crisp.

Ye Zhilu was a little surprised in her heart, she took a sip of the hot cappuccino, and when she put down the cup, her upper lip was dipped in a row of white glutinous cream.

She didn't know that Rong You could cook since she was a child, but when she met today, it really subverted her understanding of him.

At this moment, outside the window of the kitchen is the dark night, the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, the sound of boiling at the bottom of the pot, and the sizzle of fried steak are like a wonderful stereo audio, which surrounds my ears.

Rong He fried the steak, and when he turned back to get the salad dressing, his eyes noticed a touch of cream on Ye Zhiyu's lips.

His gaze seemed to be locked, and he stared at it for a long time.

Ye Zhilu looked at him blankly, and was about to say something, when Rong He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her little lips.

Ye Zhilu's brain exploded, she held her breath and sat there blankly.

Ye Zhilu thought that he was still holding a cooking knife in his hand, for fear that he would accidentally poke himself.

She wondered if she should push him away, but his warm and silky lips, like cotton, sweet and soft, made her involuntarily immerse herself, and she didn't want him to leave at all

But when he thought of what had happened to him these days, he didn't seem to want him to do something to himself, after all, he didn't think about forgiving a cheating man.

The ambivalence made her entangled for half a day, until Rong He left her lips, and Ye Zhizhi had not yet made a decision.

Rong He raised his head, and his indifferent gaze fell on Ye Zhiyu's blank face.

"Hand me the salad dressing."

After a while, Ye Zhi didn't react.

"Huh?" The exploding brain turned into boiling blood, causing Ye Zhifu's face to flush.

"Salad dressing." Rong and his face repeated without changing color.

Ye Zhilu patted his face, pretending to be calm: "Here, where is it?" ”

"Behind you."

Rong and the appearance of nothingness, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Zhilu swallowed his saliva, turned sideways and grabbed the salad dressing on the back and handed it to Rong You.

After Rong He took it, he turned around and continued to work in front of the stove.

Ye Zhiwei hurriedly took a few deep breaths and warned himself not to fall on him, otherwise the things in his previous life would happen again!

After Rong and Jie are ready, a few dishes are brought to the restaurant and then turned back.

Ye Zhilu was about to hit the ground while holding the cooking table, but Rong He grabbed her shoulders to stop her movements, and picked her up.

"I can walk ...... myself," Ye explained.

"Don't be reckless at this time." Rong and Leng replied.

Although he knew that she could walk on her own, he felt distressed when he saw her limping.

Rong He put Ye Zhiru on the dining chair and turned to leave.

Ye Zhiwei was anxious, and couldn't help but speak: "That ......"

Halfway through the words, Ye Zhi stopped talking again, and the extra words were stuck in his throat and couldn't be spoken.

"I'll take a bottle of wine." Rong and Leng replied and continued to walk forward.

Ye Zhiyu's heart fell, and his face was a little solemn.