Chapter 526 I Like You

What the hell! The apartment was on fire?

He jumped up from the bed and ran out without putting on his shoes.

The smoke came out of the kitchen, mixed with the sound of a woman's cough.

He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. From the smoke curling up, he saw a panic figure. It was...

He coughed and rubbed his eyes. His eyes became clearer.

It was Ivy. He recognized her. She was...

frying egg!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He strode forward and turned on the range hood.

The thick smoke gradually dispersed.

He crossed his hands over his chest and stared at her with a questioning posture. "Ivy, why are you in my kitchen?"

Turning off the gas stove, Ivy shoved out a piece of black item from the pan and threw it into the trash can.

There were also several dark things in the bucket!

She lowered her head dejectedly and turned around. "Don't you remember anything? You get drunk every day. It's me who sent you back. "

"Oh, it's you," he muttered and his eyes softened. To be honest, he didn't remember anything after getting drunk. He only knew that he would lie on his bed every day when he woke up. He didn't want to think about who sent him back. He was not in the mood to think about it anyway.

He glanced at the messy kitchen and frowned slightly. "Then why don't you go back? You make trouble here and almost burn my kitchen!"

"I just want to make breakfast for you out of kindness." Ivy was extremely embarrassed. She had seen the fried eggs of Essie, which were golden yellow. They smelled good and looked easy to make. She had planned to show off in front of him, but she didn't expect it to be a mess.

Thinking of this, she blinked, and tears began to flash in her eyes.

After all, Hanson had a tender heart for women. Seeing the pitiful look on her face, he sighed helplessly, "Ivy, thank you for sending me back these days. It's almost time for work. You can leave now. Leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "Tell the secretary that I won't go to the company today."

"Are you still not sober from the hangover? Today is Saturday. You don't need to go to work," she reminded him.

He said 'Oh' as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the only use was to spend it in a boring life.

"Then you can go back to have a rest. I want to... Stay alone for a while. "

"But you haven't had breakfast yet," she murmured.

"I don't have the appetite," he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, making him uncomfortable.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and waves of disappointment surged in her heart. She bit her lips and walked out silently.

After returning to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.

The sunlight came in through the slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room, but it couldn't warm his cold heart.

Why did he take away his Essie? Why?

He asked the sky, the sky was silent. He asked the clouds, the clouds w

a tissue and coughed.

He seriously doubted the edibility of this dish.

Not only did Ivy make a famous cuisine, but also a charcoal cooked salmon and cheese lobster. However, no one dared to eat on the three cuisines.

Taking a look at the table, Ivy's two cheeks bulged up at once. "Why don't you eat the food I cook?"

Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

She was so angry that she decided to play tricks. First, he brought the eel with black chicken to Zac and Essie. It was a soup made of eel and black chicken. When a strange smell spread out from the casserole, Zac intuitively leaned back.

Ivy served them a bowl of soup attentively, and everyone looked at them sympathetically. Zac took the soup in front of Essie. Seeing the wide eyes of Ivy, he explained hurriedly, "Essie has just recovered. The doctor said that she can only eat vegetables and can't eat meat these days."

Ivy pouted, "Well, then you can drink both bowls."

"These two days, I... I can only eat vegetables too since I have a little stomachache. The doctor specifically told me not to eat meat," Zac said unhurriedly.

Ivy was not pleased. She stamped her feet hard and said, "What? I did it specially for you, how can you not have even a taste?" Her little mouth pouted, and her big eyes blinked red. She seemed to be so sad that she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Essie smiled and said, "Ivy must have been busy in the kitchen for a long time. The soup looks good. I really want to have a taste." She reached out for the soup. Zac was about to stop her, but when he saw the wink, he let go of her.

Essie spooned up a small spoon and took a sip. Without making any sound, she picked up a food cloth to wipe her mouth and spit out the soup quietly. "Ivy's soup is very good. The original taste is better if you add more salt to it."

"Really?" Ivy tasted it immediately and then wanted to vomit. The smell of the soup was very strong, and she forgot to add salt, but she still swallowed it, not wanting others to know.