"Next time I......"

He almost blurted out "next time I'll do it for you", and then brake in time.

In case the fool refuses, it's too embarrassing to say that he doesn't want to eat the meal he made.

"Next time I'll let aunt Zhou do what you like."

After that, he immediately raised the heat preservation barrel in his hand, "the doctor said that you can't eat hard and exciting things these days, I Porridge cooked. "

Hearing "my porridge", Lin Yi's chin was almost shaken.

"I'll pour it out for you."

"I'm not hungry, thank you."

That thank you made me feel that there was a thousand miles between them. He held the heat preservation barrel in his hands and watched Lin yishallow approach indifferently.

All of a sudden, he felt nervous and stretched out one hand, but Lin yishallow had already passed by him, and his hand was empty.

Heart also follows empty, a kind of indescribable tension, let him involuntarily lift foot to follow up.

When he arrived at the bedside, Lin Yiqian bent down and sat down, thinking deeply about carrying the heat preservation bucket. He always felt that he should do something further, but he didn't know where to start.

"Lin Yiqian..."

He opened his mouth and called out Lin yishallow's name for a long time. "I'm going to the company for a meeting. I put porridge here. How much do you want?"

Obviously I want to use a coax tone, but when I say it, it will change the taste and the order.

Simply no longer say anything, directly unscrew the lid of the heat preservation barrel, which has a sandwich is a bowl, he poured porridge into that bowl.

Hands want to put up, eyes quickly glance at Lin yishallow, she closed her eyes do not intend to pay attention to his appearance.

His hands endured, and he took them back.

Familiar footsteps are moving away, and Lin yishallow opens his eyes.

Sideways, squinting at the back of the man leaving.

The door opened and closed, an empty sense of loss without warning attack heart.

I understand that she is not really angry. I should say that she is not qualified to be angry, but I still want to flirt with him. As for the extent of flirting

She didn't know.

Maybe he wanted to take a spoon to feed her porridge, or maybe he wanted to bring the porridge to her hand.

Lin Yi thought about it and sneered.

Take your eyes back from the door and look at the thin white rice porridge on the bedside table.

What to do? I still don't want to drink it.

……

On the lounge chair in the corridor, I have been holding my cell phone for half an hour.

Staring at an emotional forum all the time, he posted the post: "my wife cooked dinner last night, I don't know, didn't go home to eat, she may It seems to be the kind that gets angry and can't be coaxed well. What should I do? "

There are a lot of unreliable replies below, none of which are suitable for him.

"A gift, until she forgives you."

"Kneel durian."

"Kneeling keyboard."

What's this all about? Let him kneel deeply for Durian? Kneeling keyboard?

He refreshed and got a new reply.

Social Xiaoqiang: "brothers, women are very vulnerable, especially pay attention to these small details. My ex girlfriend divorced me because I ignored these details. I feel that you are cool."

Thinking of the dark brush on deep face, I couldn't help but go back to the past: "you're just cool, you're not only cool, you're also cool."

After replying, he also opened other people's information and reported them.

Then look at the next one.

Sad big cousin: "how does the wife make trouble?"? Most of them are used to it. Just drag it out and have a fight. "