An Ran was suddenly a little scared of Chi Cheng like this.

Because of his appearance, the contrast between his gentle and noble temperament on weekdays is too great.

"I ...... I'm just ......" An Ran's hand unconsciously clenched the back of the chair beside him.

I just want to cook a meal for you.

Chi Cheng lowered his head, the broken hair on his forehead hung down, and he couldn't see his expression at this moment.

But that sexy thin lip pursed into a cold gaze.

"In the future, don't make any more claims." He threw down the sentence, bypassed Enron and left.

With a bang, the main entrance of the villa was slammed shut.

An Ran stood in place in a daze, his expression full of astonishment.

Zhang's mother was also dumbfounded, and hurriedly stepped forward, "Miss An Ran, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine......" An Ran struggled to squeeze out a wry smile.

She is notoriously good-natured.

But at this moment, he is a little angry......

I worked so hard to make these dishes.

He doesn't appreciate it.

Why lose your temper.

Mother Zhang patted An Ran's back and sighed, "The young master is really ...... Miss Enron, you are obviously kind. ”

"Perhaps...... My brother is just not in a good mood. An Ran muttered, "It's okay, I'll eat it myself." ”

What she has worked hard for, since others don't appreciate it, then she will take it herself.

What's ...... Big deal.

An Ran sat down, picked up his chopsticks and ate them.

But when these foods are eaten in the mouth, why is there no taste?

-

Chi Cheng drove through the streets, his originally amber pupils darkened a lot due to the accumulation of emotions.

He didn't say a word, and drove in silence.

The car drove all the way towards the suburbs.

Before passing by a certain flower shop, Chi Cheng stopped as usual, pushed the car door and walked into the small shop.

The owner of the flower shop is a middle-aged woman over half a hundred years old.

As soon as he saw Chi Cheng coming, he smiled and said, "Mr. Chi? It's been a long time since I've seen you. ”

Chi Cheng smiled faintly, but the upward curvature of the corners of his mouth was not obvious.

"It's still a white rose, isn't it?"

The man stood there with one hand in his pocket, "Hmm. ”

The flower shop owner hurriedly selected a few white roses, carefully wrapped them, and then handed them to him.

Even though Chi Cheng's mood at this time was extremely gloomy, he still had a cultured appearance, and stretched out his hand to take the flower, "Thank you." ”

After saying that, turn around and leave.

Holding the flower in his arms, Chi Cheng pushed the door of the flower shop and walked towards his Porsche.

The tall figure against the golden sunlight is just a back that can be seen well.

The new clerk in the flower shop was a little stunned, "Boss, who is he?" ”

"It's a regular customer in the store." The flower shop owner's eyes were also on Chi Cheng's back, "I used to come every other month, but now I don't see him for two months." ”

"Then he bought flowers for his girlfriend?"

The florist shook his head, just a sigh.

On the outskirts, a cemetery.

The weather was grey.

Chi Cheng stood in front of Chi's mother's tombstone and leaned over to put the flower lightly.

The photo of Mama Chi on the tombstone is very gentle, and at first glance she is the kind of woman who is as gentle as water.

"Mom, I haven't come to see you for a long time, will you blame me?" Chi Cheng's originally clear voice was a few degrees lower, and it sounded a little hoarse.