There was the sound of pots and pans colliding in the kitchen, Bo Yeyuan was not a person who worked often after all, and in the Bo family, he also had a bunch of servants to help him learn to cook, and he did a good job of side dishes.

His back was busy, and he accidentally knocked on the plate

Li Qiyu leaned against the door, looking at his heroic side face, the sleeves of the brand-name shirt rolled up, and the strawberry apron on him was very inconsistent.

He was making dumplings in the pot, and there were no other ingredients, and he was afraid that she would be hungry for too long and couldn't wait.

Suddenly, he sensed her presence, turned his face to see her, and his thick eyebrows furrowed: "Your leg is injured, and you are still running on the ground." ”

Li Qiyu stood there with a shaking spirit, so that even if everything was a false illusion, he gave her tenderness just to hurt her more seriously in the future, and she also wanted to indulge in a happy time, like a short dream. She was too lonely, too painful, and greedy for his little warmth.

Bo Yeyuan, I'm tired, and I don't even have the courage to refuse your show.

Bo Yeyuan turned off the fire, walked up to her in a few big strides, held her shoulder with one hand, and hugged her easily into his arms.

Li Qiyu's face rested on his chest, and his eyes that had just cried bitterly were astringent and painful.

Bo Yeyuan's body was slightly stiff, looking at her tame little rabbit, this wild cat also had a time to be tame

He carried her to the couch area and put her down, pinched her chin and saw that her eyes were red and she cried again. Since when did that proud woman always shed tears.

He realized that she seemed to have changed from before, becoming more silent, no longer stabbing with sharp edges.

The flame of hatred in her eyes also disappeared, and it was as still as warm as a puddle of warm water.

The air was slightly warm, and the two looked at each other silently, as if they had never stared at each other so seriously. However, the sad and sour feeling has not left.

Bo Yeyuan stiffly pursed his thin lips and kissed her twice on the forehead: "Have you cried?" Why? ”

Where did he make her unhappy, he was cautious in every move, afraid of doing something wrong again.

"Li Qiyu, last night"

Li Qiyu's soft little body immediately stiffened, and his little hand clenched his big palm tightly: "Don't go on!" ”

His lips pursed, staring at her.

Li Qiyu had pleading in her eyes, once he said it, it would be impossible for her to even pretend to obey him. Let her be happy for a while, she has not enjoyed the sweetness of love when she came to this world, she has not been happy, even if it is fake now, it is he who will make her fall in love with him, and then abandon her acting.

She can't get out of the play because she has been in love for a long time.

Bo Yeyuan's thick eyebrows furrowed, he didn't know why she resisted so much, he wanted to ask to understand: "Li Qiyu, I was yesterday"

Li Qiyu's tears welled up: "Please." ”

He loved to hear her beg him, she begged! Good no good?

Don't throw her to hell so quickly

Li Qiyu's tearful face was buried in his arms, and his small shoulders trembled.

Bo Yeyuan was always so easily infected by her, as long as she cried, he felt that the whole world was dead. He hurriedly lifted her jaw, was she so unbearable that he had touched her last night? I remembered that she was smashing things like crazy in the hotel, so intense that she hurt herself.

He couldn't see through her, she was so confused, what was going on in her head.

"I don't say it," he whispered, "can I not say it?" Don't cry."

(Tianjin)