Chapter 182

When Zhou Yingchen heard her words, his eyes became deep. He picked his eyebrows and motioned her to go on.

She looked at the deep eyes, as if to bring her into the sea in his eyes. Her eyes suddenly flashed. She suddenly remembered the man in front of her, what she had done before she entered the Zhou family. She looked at the deep pupil, where there was a piece of black paint, and nothing could be seen.

She looked around and suddenly split her lips. "Everyone, including you?"

Zhou Xingchen looked into her eyes and saw that the corner of her eyes was suddenly filled with a flash of sadness and silence, as well as a wisp of complex emotions. He suddenly understood how scared and helpless a person who had lost his memory would be to stay in a strange place.

He had a low voice and a smile: "of course."?

But when he finished this sentence, he regretted it. He clearly saw the crafty light in Liang Jia's eyes.

She raised her lips, like three or four years ago, when Zhou Xingchen didn't realize that he liked Liang Jia. At that time, she was as angry as she is now, but after a long time, he couldn't see her at that time.

"Since all the people, including you, make a meal for me today. Since you are my husband, of course you know what I like."

The corner of Zhou Xingchen's mouth, which was full of self-confidence, suddenly stiffened in the same place. Looking at Liang Jia's back, she turned away to find her own room with satisfaction, which made her teeth itch.

But at the thought of the loneliness that had just left in the corner of her eyes, his heart suddenly began to ache.

Although he can not cook many dishes, he is willing to do it for Liang Jia's sake.

The water is very cold in winter. As soon as Zhou Xingchen's hand touched the icy water, it turned red. Frowning, Zhou Xingchen pulled out the green vegetables from the water and put them on the chopping board. Only then did Zhou Xingchen's eyebrows stretch out.

The aunt next to him saw that Zhou Xingchen's hand was red with cold. She came to help him, but Zhou Xingchen held out her hand and declined. Without saying a word, she began to deal with the next ingredients.

He realized that Liang Jia was in the mood of cooking for him every day. At that time, was her hand so red with cold? While he was in Zhou's family, he often found fault with her cooking because of her mother's problems.

But at that time, he clearly knew that once he said it didn't meet his taste, Liang Jia would be punished again.

He squinted and chopped up the dish in his hand, then went to deal with another dish.

Outside the kitchen, there was a person standing. She quietly watched Zhou Xingchen's red hands wash the green vegetables over and over again. She watched him frown and deal with the bloody meat coldly. She watched him refuse his aunt's help and insist on finishing it by himself.

She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, looking at Zhou Xingchen's busy figure in the kitchen. She didn't know what she was thinking.

But Zhou Xingchen did not seem to find her at all. He just bowed his head and was busy. After half an hour, he brought what he had done to the table.

Liang Jia and Liang Ruian have been waiting for him at the dining table for a long time.

His eyes are burning, staring at Liang Jia clip down a chopsticks, see her slowly to his mouth, eyes appear a trace of hope color.

But Liang Jia's face was as usual, as if she didn't see the expectation in Zhou Xingchen's eyes. She chewed the food in her mouth and swallowed it. Her slender white fingers took the glass and drank calmly.

Her eyes lightly glanced at Zhou Xingchen's dark face, and finally made a conclusion.

"Too salty."

Zhou Xingchen's hand holding the egg roll froze, but soon recovered calm and put it into his bowl without changing his face.

Liang Jia's eyelashes trembled. She lowered her eyes and said in a soft voice, "I want you to accompany me to travel."

When she stayed at home, she always felt something wrong. As soon as she opened the door, although it was her first time, she also had a strong sense of familiarity. But not only that, when she saw the clothes on display in the wardrobe, she would feel sad, which she could not control,.

The more she thought about it, the more painful her head was. The pain almost split. She tried hard to catch the flash of thought, but she couldn't catch it every time. After the pain, there was a blank.

This kind of situation makes her a little surprised. She doesn't want to stay here. She's afraid. Those memories are memories she doesn't want. What happened

Hearing Liang Jia's words, Zhou Xingchen's hand holding chopsticks froze, lowered his eyes, and looked at Liang Jia's calm eyes. Soon, he answered without hesitation.

This kind of refreshing, let Liang Jia really didn't think of, let her for a moment all some unprepared.Zhou Xingchen put down his chopsticks and began to make a phone call when Liang Jia took another sip of water. The seriousness made Liang Jia think that he was holding a very important meeting.

When the other end of the phone was connected, Zhou Xingchen's voice seemed a little cold: "my work this week has been put off. If there is any important meeting, I'll wait until I come back. "

The person on the other end of the line was obviously in a daze, because there were still a lot of affairs in the United States to follow up. It seemed that he did not expect that Zhou Xingchen would take a week off temporarily.

But Zhou Xingchen's words obviously have no room to turn around, so he has to accept them. After a pause, Zhou Xingchen's cold voice came again: "if there is nothing important, don't disturb me."

Liang Jia's hand is stiff as she drinks water. She looks at Zhou Xingchen and hangs up the phone without expression. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes look at her lazily. Her heart suddenly jumps and she immediately puts down her glass.

"Where to?" Some of his lazy voice penetrated Liang Jia's eardrum to stop her from dazing again.

"That..." was just a temporary idea. I didn't expect that Zhou Xingchen would promise so quickly, and even put off all his work. She was at a loss for a moment.

At a glance, in addition to food, but also randomly discarded in the side of the fashion travel magazine.

Liang Jia casually pulled the previous travel magazine beside Liang Ruian and saw that Liang Ruian, who was absorbed in eating, didn't care about her at all. She also flipped through the magazine in her hand.

My eyes are fixed on a beautiful island.

It's a beautiful picture. There are large forests and islands in the picture. The sunlight is quietly sprinkled on every corner of the island, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Ghosts, she stretched out long white fingers in the photo point, eyes gentle: "let's go here, OK?"

Zhou Xingchen turned his face and was also attracted by the photo. He raised his head and ran into Liang Jia's deep and moving eyes. Looking at Liang Jia's bright and moving face, his eyes became gentle: "OK."