Hearing Xie Lingye say this, Hua jingxun seems to be relieved, and her mouth can't help raising a smile.

When Xie Lingye sees Hua jingxun's smile, he feels that his mood is getting better.

It's a wonderful feeling, and it's also the first experience of Xie Lingye.

In the past, Xie Lingye really didn't touch women, so he didn't feel this kind of feeling.

Now he finally understood why his father doted on his mother so much.

Because pet, looking at each other happy, he will follow the mood.

He thought, is this love?

Because the father to the mother is love, is no doubt love.

As for his love for Hua jingxun, Xie Lingye thinks, let it be.

Let it be and spoil her.

Hua jingxun listens to Xie Lingye until he is willing to stay here for one night. He is really happy.

She was very restrained just now. She was afraid that such a noble young master as Xie Lingye would not be used to spending more time here.

In fact, Xie Lingye is a man with a good character. Even Xie's young master is not so coquettish.

And for him, it doesn't matter where he lives, it's the people around him.

There are flowers in the quiet smoke, here will be filled with a little warmth, let him also have a sense of comfort.

Then, when Hua jingxun looked at him, he could see the meaning in his eyes clearly.

What a little girl.

Such her, let a person can't help to her good.

What a pain!

Hua jingxun quickly moves a stool, and then wipes it with paper to let Xie Lingye sit down.

"Well, I'll wash the pot first, and then boil the water. Wait a minute..."

Hua jingxun said and began to work.

But this kind of busy work is with a happy feeling.

Because she's going to boil water for Xie Lingye, and he's around.

Huajing smoked the corners of her mouth.

Xie Lingye has never been the kind of person to sit and be served.

Even though Xie was young and old, he was educated by his parents and was very independent. He would do everything by himself. He not only had to take care of himself, but also his younger brother and sister, so there was nothing he thought he could not do.

Xie Lingye goes to Hua jingxun, takes her kettle and says, "I'll come. You can rest."

Hua jingxun shook his head, "I I'll do it. You sit. Sit

Hua jingxun looks at Xie Lingye's look. He is so natural, so soft, obviously out of place, but he is so harmonious.

Xie Lingye looks at Hua jingxun as if he is frightened. He says in a low voice, "I'll make a fire."

When Hua jingxun heard this, she almost choked on her own saliva and burned A fire?

He Will he?

In mainland China, the young masters of those families don't know this at all.

He seems to know Hua jingxun's doubts, but Xie Lingye doesn't explain. He naturally takes off his coat, goes to the yard, takes some firewood and puts it beside the stove. Then he finds a piece of paper to lead it, puts the firewood into the stove and starts to burn.

Flower static smoke Leng Leng of looking at, all stupefied.

Full of doubts, why did he make a fire?

Moreover, when he does such a thing, it still gives people a sense of elegance and dignity.

Every move is still so enjoyable.

Hua jingxun's eyes are full of Chi ran. She just looks at Xie Lingye and can't move her sight.

Xie Lingye burns the firewood at the mouth of the stove, which makes him feel strange. He turns his head to Hua jingxun's eyes, and her eyes seem to be burning with flames.