The dark night sky was low, but the lights were bright in the huge cold house. The tall French plane tree fell mottled black shadows on the ground.

Xia Xingchen sat in the hall and lazily pressed the remote control in her hand, she didn't get a good program for a long time, so she stopped the screen on the news station. The news is reporting that a missing plane has been confirmed to be killed, and the news makes Xia Xingchen's heart even more uncomfortable, so a plane, more than 200 people lost their lives in an instant, leaving only the grief of their relatives.

At this time, Uncle Mei had already stumbled downstairs, nodded and smiled at her and walked out. Mo Han followed him without looking at her.

It wasn't until the engine of the car outside the door sounded and slowly left that Mo Han walked in again. This time he didn't ignore him, but stopped not far from her, and said to her in a calm voice, "Young Master asked you to bring him the porridge from the kitchen." ”

"Oh." Xia Xingchen answered, turned off the TV and got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Mo Han looked at her back, there was indescribable complexity in his eyes, but more of it was unbearable and heartache.

Xia Xingchen went up to the second floor with the porridge, the cold door was open, and she walked straight in.

She put the plate she was holding on the table beside the bed with a 'click' and stood still without saying anything.

Leng Yan was flipping through a thick Bible with his other hand, but he just looked up at her, "Go close the door and come back." ”

After his words fell, Xia Xingchen turned around and closed the door, looking at the Bible in his hand, she said as she walked back, "I didn't realize that my brother still has this belief before, I'm afraid that my brother has done too many wrong things." She said lightly and lightly, and smiled very lightly.

"What wrong thing I have to do, my biggest mistake in my life is to take you in." His cold eyes looked straight at her, and the Bible in his hand was put back on the bedside table.

"Huh." Xia Xingchen laughed, "My brother is all on it, the money has been given, and the money has been raised, is it too late to regret it now?" ”

Leng Yan straightened up and pulled her over, the heat in his mouth falling on her face, "It's too late, so I'm going to go wrong like this." He let go, seemingly in a good mood, "Feed me." ”

Xia Xingchen looked at him for two seconds and didn't speak. She lifted the lid, and the aroma immediately overflowed with the steaming heat. Wang Ma cooked shredded chicken porridge with mushrooms, and the sticky porridge was filled with thinly cut mushrooms. She took a spoon and put it in a bowl, "Wait until it's cooled a little before eating." ”

"Won't you blow a little cooler?" He opened his mouth coldly, but his eyebrows were raised.

Xia Xingchen knew that Leng Yan was deliberately grinding her tonight, so she didn't make a sound, so she picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful, and after blowing it carefully, it was sent to his mouth.

The cold mood seemed to be getting better and better, and there was a smile in her eyes, but she didn't notice it.

Blowing like this, it took nearly an hour.

The porridge in one pot was almost half eaten cold, "I'll put things away." Xia Xingchen closed the lid, and when she was about to get up and take her things away, her cold hand turned over and dragged her, and she was pressed under her, she exclaimed, her eyes were full of panic.

Leng Yan glanced at the shoulders wrapped in gauze, frowned, and looked into her eyes His heart was surprisingly calm.

"Let go of the ......", Xia Xingchen's first word has not yet been fully spoken, the coldness has already covered her lips, the smell of mushrooms lingers on the tip of her nose, and the cold kiss is like a summer fire, burning herself and burning her at the same time.

His lips began to trickle down on her forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose... Slowly spread downward.

The cold hand began to roam over her body, but as if he remembered something, he stopped excitedly, he rolled over and lay back to the side, his eyes looking at the ceiling, and his tone seemed to float in the air, "Do you hate me?" ”

Xia Xingchen's eyes were gray and mist, she curled sideways and grabbed his arm and slowly leaned over, but her voice was unquestionably resolute, "Hate, hate, hate." ”

"That's enough."