sadomasochism double

Chapter 22

The viscous tomato juice is poured over the pasta, and it smells delicious.

I took a deep breath, and when I was about to start, I suddenly heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

At that time, my first reaction was that I was exposed, and the paparazzi came after me.

However, I soon figured it out. People used the key to open the door. There is no doubt that the owner of this small apartment must have returned.

That's right, Zhuo Yang is back.

He was obviously surprised to see me eating, of course I don't know if he was surprised that I was eating spaghetti, or was he startled that I was eating spaghetti on his sofa with bare feet in one of his shirts?
I don't want to pursue these things, I just put my face on my face and walked quickly towards the living room.

I didn't want to say hello, I thought Zhuo Yang just came back to get something and would leave soon.

As it turns out, I guessed right.

Sure enough, Zhuo Yang came back to get the documents.

But he didn't leave immediately, but looked at me with interest, "What are you eating?"

"Spaghetti." I sucked on the noodles with a satisfied expression on my face.

Of course, politely, I asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

My expected answer is: I have eaten, thank you for your concern.Or don't have an answer at all, just turn around and leave.

Anyway, Zhuo Yang is best at these two scenarios.

However, things again out of my surprise.

Zhuo Yang actually sat down in front of me, his eyes were still fixed on me, and he praised the spaghetti on my plate without hesitation: "It looks good."

I was a little proud, and I puffed up my chest, "Of course, I don't want to see who's cooking skills are."

Zhuo Yang was silent, but his eyes were a little strange.

Is it my illusion?Zhuo Yang's eyes are dark and deep. Generally speaking, when he has this kind of eyes, it is when he wants to be with me...

I couldn't help shivering, and I didn't want to eat the pasta that I thought was delicious.

I fled back to the room directly.

As for what Zhuo Yang wants to do, I don't want to know at all.

I closed the door and calmed down, but I kept my ear behind the door and watched Zhuo Yang's every move all the time.

My god, that kid Zhuo Yang couldn't bear the hunger and thirst and wanted to quench his fire with me, right?You have to know that after living together for so many years, I automatically ignore his other expressions, but I remember clearly the look of deep desire.

I licked my mouth, then spurned myself.

Zhuo Yang hasn't dispatched yet, I'm already the first to be hungry? !

No, no, I must calm down!

I took a deep breath in the room and turned around in circles. Finally, I didn't hear anything from Zhuo Yang after a long time.I leaned against the door, and there were some slight rustling sounds outside the door.

"What is that?" I was stunned, while touching my ears, "But it seems that the sound... seems a bit familiar."

Bang bang - just as I was thinking wildly in my mind, there was a knock on my door.

I was startled, thinking that Zhuo Yang would rush in.

Unexpectedly, the other party just said politely outside the door: "I'm going to work. By the way, the pasta is good, but it's a bit too bland."

I belatedly opened the door, and what did I find?
The pasta I cooked all afternoon was now wiped clean by Zhuo Yang, even the tomato juice was licked clean.

Because Zhuo Yang ate my lunch, I was too lazy to move, so I could only eat a few bags of potato chips to satisfy my hunger.

While throwing potato chips into my mouth, I was thinking about something.

Always feel that there is something weird?But for a while, I couldn't remember where it was weird?

Finally I focused my eyes on the leftover plate in the dining room...

correct!I patted my knees!I remembered.

I remember when I was young, I once read a short love story on the Internet.

At that time, I was very moved. The hero always took the initiative to eat the food left by the heroine. This persistence lasted for 30 years.

I was very inspired that night, and deliberately put the beef I took a bite into Zhuo Yang's bowl.

result--

He threw up with nausea and dropped the table.

but--

What is he doing now?Could it be that I didn't remind him... I've already eaten a few mouthfuls of that plate of spaghetti?
Holding the big bag of potato chips, I suddenly smiled sinisterly.

It is estimated that Zhuo Yang will vomit to death today.

However, Zhuo Yang came back normally at night.

Not only is it normal, but my complexion is much better than before.

Also, generally speaking, doesn't he come back after I go to bed?I understand his thoughts, I hate a person but I have to live under the same roof with her, I can only reduce the chance of meeting as much as possible...

So today, did Zhuo Yang take the wrong medicine?

"What did you cook, it smells so good?" Zhuo Yang put down his briefcase, rushed directly to the kitchen, and stood behind me.

I felt a little unnatural, and stood aside, "It's nothing... tomato ball soup..."

"It smells good." Zhuo Yang nodded in praise.

I nodded too, but I didn't talk, I just concentrated on stirring the meatballs in the pot.

The tender white balls floated up, and now they have the umami taste of meat, and the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes. I also creatively added cucumbers and yellow flowers...

It smells good.

I thought happily, because Zhuo Yang ate my lunch at noon today, so I cooked a little more in the evening.

However, Zhuo Yang wouldn't deserve it even if he cooked a little more.

I glanced at him vigilantly, and found that he was looking at me blankly.

I was stared at a little hairy, and the hand holding the spatula couldn't help shaking.

"Zhuo Yang, what's wrong with you...you can vent your grievances directly...otherwise...otherwise you go to the balcony and yell twice...I...I won't tell them your name is Zhuoyang...you...you are President of a Culture of Excellence…”

My stammering voice seemed to finally bring Zhuo Yang back to his senses, and he gave me that contemptuous look again. He glanced at me, to be precise, it should be a contemptuous look at me, and then entered the study.

I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if I could have a good dinner tonight.

I'm sorry, I really didn't think about asking Zhuo Yang to eat.

I am no longer Zhuo Yang's wife, and he was the one who trapped me here despicably, so I am not so self-abuse, and I have to take care of the abuser's feelings when I am abused.

In order to prevent accidents, I found a big bowl and scooped up all the tomato balls in the pot, and then I ate happily alone.

I think Zhuo Yang must not be interested in such tomato balls that have been invaded by my saliva.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt refreshed, and suddenly I felt my appetite was full.

The tomato balls are just out of the pan, and they are a little hot.

Before I took a few bites, I looked up and found that Zhuo Yang was standing in front of me with a blank expression.

Is it my illusion?He looked at me with a faint accusation?
But I thought I didn't do anything sorry for him?His look... I'm actually very wronged.

"Um... did I bother you?" I was always able to advance and retreat, holding a bowl.I am ready to evacuate the position.

"I'll go home and eat."

"Anyue!" Faintly, Zhuo Yang squeezed out my name from between his teeth.

"What...what are you doing?" I turned my head tremblingly, and saw Zhuo Yang rushing into the kitchen...

He took out another set of bowls and chopsticks.

To be honest, the tomato ball soup I cook is my own.But Zhuo Yang even took out the bowls and chopsticks, obviously he wanted to get a share of the pie.

Although I have too many dissatisfaction, but after all, I am not as thick-skinned as Zhuo Yang.

I compromised.

For this reason, I also boiled noodles and put them in it.

"Didn't you have dinner?" I gave Zhuo Yang half of the cooked noodles, and suddenly realized that this person is actually a clean freak, so I added another sentence.

"I've already eaten that tomato ball...how about I put two more eggs in the noodles?"

Zhuo Yang's answer was to take my bowl and continue to eat my tomato balls.

I sighed in my heart, how pitiful the president who spreads the excellent culture, after a divorce, he didn't even have a cleanliness fetish.

At the same time, I also recognized a fact.

What's wrong with it is not to do things that are hungry.

"Um... don't you have a cleanliness? And... Don't finish eating the tomato balls... Save some for me..."

Under my protest, Zhuo Yang left me a mouthful of soup.

(End of this chapter)