Chapter 428

Hell, is the apartment on fire?

He jumped out of bed and ran out before he could put on his shoes.

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

Rushing into the kitchen like a gust of wind, from the misty smoke, he saw a figure in a hurry, that is

He coughed twice, rubbed his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.

It was Rong shumeng. He recognized that she was

Fried eggs!

He had the feeling of laughing and crying. He stepped forward and turned on the range hood.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

His hands crisscross in front of the chest, with a kind of interrogation posture watching her, "Rong shumeng, why are you in my kitchen?"

Rong shumeng turned off the gas stove, shoveled a piece of black carbon like stuff out of the frying pan and threw it into the garbage can.

There are several pieces of the same black in the bucket!

She drooped her head dejectedly and turned, "don't you remember at all? You get so drunk every day that I send you back. "

"It's you." He murmured, his eyes softened. To be honest, he didn't remember anything after he got drunk. He only knew that he would lie in his bed every day when he woke up. He didn't bother to think about who sent him back.

Glanced at the mess kitchen, eyebrows slightly frowned again, "then why don't you go back and make trouble here, almost burned my kitchen!"

"It's very kind of you to make breakfast for you." Rong shumeng is very embarrassed. She has seen Yi Youxia frying eggs. They are golden and delicious. They look very easy. I wanted to show myself in front of him, but I didn't expect to make a mess.

Thinking of this, she blinked, two tears flashing in her eyes.

After all, Xia Yuhan is compassionate. Seeing the pitiful appearance, he sighs helplessly, "Rong shumeng, thank you for sending me back these days. It's almost time to go to work. You can go ahead and leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "tell the Secretary I won't go to the company today."

"Haven't you sobered up yet? It's Saturday and you don't have to go to work." She reminded me.

For him, time is meaningless and the only use is to consume boring life.

"Then go back and have a rest, I think Be alone for a while

"But you haven't had breakfast yet." She muttered.

"I can't eat it." He said faintly that the residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The mist in her eyes was deep and thick, and the lost waves were surging in her heart, pushing and biting her lips, and she went out in silence.

Back to the room, Xia Muhan fell into the bed.

Sunlight from the slightly open lattice projected in, lazily sprinkled on the bed, warm the humid air in the room, but never warm his cold heart.

Why take his summer away? Why?

He asked the sky, the sky did not speak, asked the cloud, the cloud did not speak.

The wind from the mountains, through the hair tip, from the corner of the eye, took away a drop of crystal tears, he stretched out his hand, feeling the tenderness of its fingertips. She is like the wind, gentle, soft, but without a trace, how can not grasp.

I don't know how long later, the door was gently pushed open, and a weak voice came out of the wind, "Yuhan, ouba!"

Xia Yuhan did not respond, still empty looking out of the window.

"Yuhan oba!"

The voice floated over again, low, timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes. Sitting up from the bed, I saw Rong shumeng standing at the door, with a little shrunk to look at him.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Xia Yuhan's tone is good, very cold, very cold, Rong shumeng is like a string touched by the root, slightly trembling.

The room became dead and silent, with an invisible pressure, which made people suffocate.

She stayed there, motionless, for a long time, thin shoulders gently shaking up, weak sobs in the wind circulation, such as water dripping into the frozen air.

There was a sharp pain in his heart. It was like someone sprinkled a handful of salt on a fresh wound. He got up from the bedside and walked slowly to her.

She was sad to cry, tears like a broken line of beads, one by one rolled over the beautiful face.

"What are you crying for?" He asked, frowning.

"I I'm afraid if you get drunk again, no one will take you back to your apartment. " She hung her head down, and her little feet circled unnaturally on the ground.

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes added a thought-provoking, suddenly, he walked over, suddenly put out his arm to her.

His body was close to hers, and the strong muscles felt so clearly. His handsome face was close at hand, his hot eyes flushed her cheek, his breath came with a touch of temperature, whirled between her lips, as if he was kissing indirectly.She was a little dizzy, a little drunk, her heart pounding like a deer, banging wildly.

"Rong shumeng." His magnetic voice said, "why is your face so red, why is your heart beating so fast, and why do you care so much about me?" He asked a series of questions, but her mind was already blank, "I I... " She stammered and didn't know how to answer.

He drew a charming arc on the corner of his mouth, and a mocking smile came out slowly. "You like me, don't you?" He said it in no secret.

"No No She shook her head in a panic, and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to look at him.

"If you admit it, maybe I can think about it." He said slowly and jokingly.

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him. There was a kind of profound smile on her handsome face that she couldn't figure out. She involuntarily opened her lips and made two movements, but she didn't make a sound. His head hung down again, and his cheeks reddened.

He frowned slightly, as if a little impatient, "never mind, but only once!" Finish saying, loosen arm, turn round to want to walk back, ignore her.

She bit her lip hard, raised her head abruptly, and cried to him in a desperate and loud voice: "I like you, Yuhan oba, I like you!" Clear advertising, with the wind reverberating in the room, good clear, good firm.

Xia Yuhan took back her steps, slightly raised her mouth and overflowed with a deep smile. After a moment of silence, he turned around, "I like girls who can cook, but you can't even fry eggs. Almost my kitchen burned. It's stupid."

"I can learn." She returned without thinking.

Xia Yuhan bent her head, lips close to her ear, "sorry, I don't like you, please immediately disappear in front of me." The tone was heartless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind from Siberia, freezing her enthusiasm.

Tears, like broken beads, poured out of her eyes and soaked her face.

"Yuhan oba, I will not give up, as long as you like, I can learn." With that, she shook her head and ran out.

The next day, Yi Youxia and Rong Zhenye go to Rong's house. The good news of their reconciliation makes Mr. and Mrs. Rong very happy.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Rong shumeng running out of the kitchen. Her face was covered with two black ashes, like a little cat.

"Cousin, sister-in-law, congratulations on your reunion." She opens her arms to hug Yi Youxia, and is blocked by Rong Zhenye's outstretched arm. "Shumeng, what are you doing, making yourself so bad?"

The third lady angrily glanced at her daughter. "Recently, she didn't know the tendon was wrong. As soon as she came back, she went to the kitchen to learn how to cook. She almost burned the kitchen several times."

Uncle Rong smoked his cigar and waved his hand with a smile. "You should stop nagging. It's a good thing that girls can cook after all."

Rong Gaozhi took over his father's words with a smile, "Daddy, I think maybe my sister wants to change her profession and become a cook."

Rong shumeng stares at him and turns his head to Rong Zhenye. "Cousin, I've made a pair of dragons and phoenixes for you today. I'll eat them all later."

Rong Zhenye seems to be choked. He covers his mouth with a tissue and coughs twice.

He seriously doubted the edibility of the dish.

Rong shumeng not only made a couple of dragons and phoenixes, but also made a charcoal salmon and cheese lobster. But at the table, no one dared to move chopsticks to the three plates.

Rong shumeng glanced at the table, and his two cheeks immediately swelled up. "Why don't you eat my food?"

Everyone was silent.

In her anger, she simply played tricks. The dragon and Phoenix are brought in pairs to Rong Zhenye and Yi Youxia. This is a soup stewed with eel and black chicken. When a strange smell comes out of the casserole, Rong Zhenye intuitively leans back.

Rong shumeng is very attentive to each of them, and everyone's sympathetic eyes immediately cast over. Rong Zhenye takes the soup in front of her. Seeing Rong shumeng's eyes, he explains: "You Xia has just recovered. The doctor says that during this period, you can only eat vegetarian food, not meat."

Rong shumeng pursed his lips, "well, you can drink both bowls."

"I've been I can only eat vegetarian food. I feel a little sick in my stomach. The doctor specially told me not to eat meat. " Rong Zhenye said calmly.

Rong shumeng was not happy. He stamped his feet fiercely. "What? They did it specially for you. They didn't give you any face." Small mouth toot very high, big eyes blinked, blinked red, it seems sad about to cry.

Yi and Xia see this, smile, "Book dream must be busy in the kitchen for a long time, this soup looks very good, I really want to try." When she reaches for the soup, Rong Zhenye wants to stop it. When he receives the look from the delivery, he lets go.

Yi Xia scooped a small spoon, drank a small mouthful, did not move the voice and color, picked up the cloth to wipe his mouth, quietly spit out the soup, "shumeng's soup stew is very good, the original, is to put a little more salt stew for a while, it's better.""Is it?" Rong shumeng immediately tasted his mouth, and then made a look of vomiting. Soup smell is very heavy, also forgot to put salt, but she still swallowed, don't want to let others know.