Chapter 873
Yuan Ming turned over from the balcony to Chrissy's room again with a large bag of things. He looked at Chrissy who was peeling eggs with red eyes, and burst out laughing unconsciously.
"You..." Chris pursed her lips and turned to look at him, "What are you laughing at?!"
Yuan Ming shook his head repeatedly, raised the shopping bag in his hand: "It's too early, the restaurant hasn't opened yet, I bought some vegetables for you, can you cook?"
"...No." Chris shook her head with an innocent and helpless expression.
Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
That's right, it would be strange if this young lady could cook.
"Is the kitchen usable?" Yuan Ming asked again.
Chris nodded again and again: "I have everything, I just don't know how to do it."
Yuan Ming glanced at the egg in her hand, nodded and said, "Wait."
After speaking, he went to the kitchen with the shopping bag in his hand.
Chris really wanted to get up to see how Yuan Ming was cooking, but it was a pity that she really didn't have the energy to move.
The smell came from the kitchen, and Chris put the bread in her hand on the bedside table with some disgust. Although she was still very hungry, she still wanted to eat the meal made by Yuan Ming.
She was a little happy unconsciously in her heart - it seemed that such suffering was worth it, at least in exchange for his careful care.
Uh... Or maybe it's taking care of me, but I didn't take care of it.
Chrissy's eyes dimmed slightly, she pursed her lips lightly, and stared at the beautiful rose pattern on the quilt in a daze.
Yuan Ming worked in the kitchen for a while, and finally cooked a bowl of very soft tomato and egg noodles and brought it to Chris. The top was sprinkled with green onions and dripped with a few drops of sesame oil, which made people very appetizing. .
"You eat first, I'll make your lunch." Yuan Ming looked at her and said, "Seeing you like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed today, right?"
Chris nodded, the aroma of the noodles was constantly drilling into her nose, at this moment, she felt that the slice of bread she just ate had been completely digested.
Yuan Ming went to the kitchen again. Listening to his footsteps, Chris began to eat the bowl of noodles.
The noodles are soft and have a light taste, which is very suitable for Chris, who has been hungry all day.
Chris does not eat fast, even if she is about to starve to death, the upbringing she has received since she was a child has allowed her to maintain basic etiquette.
She held chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other. She ate a bowl of noodles that Yuan Ming could finish in 2 minutes.
After finishing the last bit of soup, Chris finally showed a satisfied smile on her face.
When Yuan Ming brought in the lunch, which was more like breakfast, he saw Chrissy's child-like smile of satisfaction.
His footsteps paused slightly, and the stubborn appearance of Chris when he was running the day before yesterday appeared in his mind unconsciously.
He sighed lightly, wiped the figure out of his mind, then cleared his throat and said, "Vegetable salads and sandwiches, don't be afraid of cold, you can pour the sauce yourself when you eat at noon." As he spoke, Yuan Ming walked over with a tray Next to her bed, she put the tray on the bedside table and took away the clean bowl Chrissy had eaten.
Chris looked at the tray. The vegetables had been washed and cut and placed in a crisper, and the sandwiches were wrapped in napkins and placed on a small plate aside.Next to the two was a plate of washed and destemmed strawberries.
"Thank you." Chris said looking at him.
Yuan Ming had already walked to the door with the bowl in his hand. Hearing what she said, he turned around and looked at her with complicated eyes.
Chris was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him like this, she sat up straight unconsciously, and looked at him with some anxiety.
"Maybe I was thinking too much, please forgive me if I offend you." Yuan Ming suddenly spoke, his voice was a little cold, which made Chris's heart ache.
Yuan Ming looked at her with a serious expression that she had never seen before: "I don't know much about girls' minds, but you pester me like this, it is a kind of trouble for me, if possible, I hope My relationship with you is just a neighbor, you need help, I am happy to help you, but otherwise, it is impossible."
Chris stared at him blankly, a little unable to believe her ears.
What is he saying?
What is impossible? !
"Of course, I think I'm thinking too much, but I'm more used to being a villain first and then a gentleman." Yuan Ming nodded politely at her, and then went straight to the kitchen without waiting for her answer.
The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen. The sound was monotonous and boring, but it was like a sonata with ups and downs, which disturbed Chris's mind.
The sound of the water stopped quickly, and with the sound of the door, Chris knew that Yuan Ming had left.
Her vision was a little blurred, and her eye sockets were a little hot.
She must be so tired, she was almost crying.
must be...
"asshole!"
Chris endured it for a long time, but in the end she couldn't hold back her temper, and threw the pillow at her side to the opposite wall.
The pillow hit the wall and bounced to the ground, but failed to leave the slightest trace on the hard wall.
just like her...
No matter how hard she tried to squeeze into his life, she couldn't break a single gap.
Even when she just started to act, he told himself enough was enough with his cold appearance and words.
Is he too cold?
No, she was thinking too much.
She thought that fighting for her and rescuing her from being surrounded by gangsters meant that he had a special affection for her. She thought that she could close the distance between them by pestering him, talking and drinking with him. She thought ...Maybe he likes himself a little bit.
It turns out that everything she thought was just her thought.
He is a thick wall, impenetrable.
And she was the pillow that threw herself on with all her strength but was lightly bounced off.
Chris cried, tears kept falling, but she couldn't make a sound at all.
Yuan Ming turned the key back home, and met Zhang Meng who was still yawning when he came out of the bedroom.
"Hey? You came back from your morning run?" Zhang Meng looked at him in a daze, "Did you buy breakfast?"
"I didn't buy it." Yuan Ming walked towards the bedroom with a cold face, without even looking at Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng looked at him suspiciously: "Old Yuan, why are you making such a bad face early in the morning? Who messed with you again?"
"No one." After Yuan Ming finished speaking, he had already closed the door.
Zhang Meng's voice was still ringing outside the door, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
He clenched his fist slowly, and his manicured nails pierced his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.
He saw the pain in her eyes.
But...he doesn't feel any pain anymore?
Just what can he do?
If possible, he would like to go back in time to the day when he first met Chris.
If possible, he would have said to Zhang Meng before her: Hello, my name is Yuan Ming, and I will help you carry your luggage.
(End of this chapter)
Yuan Ming turned over from the balcony to Chrissy's room again with a large bag of things. He looked at Chrissy who was peeling eggs with red eyes, and burst out laughing unconsciously.
"You..." Chris pursed her lips and turned to look at him, "What are you laughing at?!"
Yuan Ming shook his head repeatedly, raised the shopping bag in his hand: "It's too early, the restaurant hasn't opened yet, I bought some vegetables for you, can you cook?"
"...No." Chris shook her head with an innocent and helpless expression.
Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
That's right, it would be strange if this young lady could cook.
"Is the kitchen usable?" Yuan Ming asked again.
Chris nodded again and again: "I have everything, I just don't know how to do it."
Yuan Ming glanced at the egg in her hand, nodded and said, "Wait."
After speaking, he went to the kitchen with the shopping bag in his hand.
Chris really wanted to get up to see how Yuan Ming was cooking, but it was a pity that she really didn't have the energy to move.
The smell came from the kitchen, and Chris put the bread in her hand on the bedside table with some disgust. Although she was still very hungry, she still wanted to eat the meal made by Yuan Ming.
She was a little happy unconsciously in her heart - it seemed that such suffering was worth it, at least in exchange for his careful care.
Uh... Or maybe it's taking care of me, but I didn't take care of it.
Chrissy's eyes dimmed slightly, she pursed her lips lightly, and stared at the beautiful rose pattern on the quilt in a daze.
Yuan Ming worked in the kitchen for a while, and finally cooked a bowl of very soft tomato and egg noodles and brought it to Chris. The top was sprinkled with green onions and dripped with a few drops of sesame oil, which made people very appetizing. .
"You eat first, I'll make your lunch." Yuan Ming looked at her and said, "Seeing you like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed today, right?"
Chris nodded, the aroma of the noodles was constantly drilling into her nose, at this moment, she felt that the slice of bread she just ate had been completely digested.
Yuan Ming went to the kitchen again. Listening to his footsteps, Chris began to eat the bowl of noodles.
The noodles are soft and have a light taste, which is very suitable for Chris, who has been hungry all day.
Chris does not eat fast, even if she is about to starve to death, the upbringing she has received since she was a child has allowed her to maintain basic etiquette.
She held chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other. She ate a bowl of noodles that Yuan Ming could finish in 2 minutes.
After finishing the last bit of soup, Chris finally showed a satisfied smile on her face.
When Yuan Ming brought in the lunch, which was more like breakfast, he saw Chrissy's child-like smile of satisfaction.
His footsteps paused slightly, and the stubborn appearance of Chris when he was running the day before yesterday appeared in his mind unconsciously.
He sighed lightly, wiped the figure out of his mind, then cleared his throat and said, "Vegetable salads and sandwiches, don't be afraid of cold, you can pour the sauce yourself when you eat at noon." As he spoke, Yuan Ming walked over with a tray Next to her bed, she put the tray on the bedside table and took away the clean bowl Chrissy had eaten.
Chris looked at the tray. The vegetables had been washed and cut and placed in a crisper, and the sandwiches were wrapped in napkins and placed on a small plate aside.Next to the two was a plate of washed and destemmed strawberries.
"Thank you." Chris said looking at him.
Yuan Ming had already walked to the door with the bowl in his hand. Hearing what she said, he turned around and looked at her with complicated eyes.
Chris was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him like this, she sat up straight unconsciously, and looked at him with some anxiety.
"Maybe I was thinking too much, please forgive me if I offend you." Yuan Ming suddenly spoke, his voice was a little cold, which made Chris's heart ache.
Yuan Ming looked at her with a serious expression that she had never seen before: "I don't know much about girls' minds, but you pester me like this, it is a kind of trouble for me, if possible, I hope My relationship with you is just a neighbor, you need help, I am happy to help you, but otherwise, it is impossible."
Chris stared at him blankly, a little unable to believe her ears.
What is he saying?
What is impossible? !
"Of course, I think I'm thinking too much, but I'm more used to being a villain first and then a gentleman." Yuan Ming nodded politely at her, and then went straight to the kitchen without waiting for her answer.
The sound of rushing water came from the kitchen. The sound was monotonous and boring, but it was like a sonata with ups and downs, which disturbed Chris's mind.
The sound of the water stopped quickly, and with the sound of the door, Chris knew that Yuan Ming had left.
Her vision was a little blurred, and her eye sockets were a little hot.
She must be so tired, she was almost crying.
must be...
"asshole!"
Chris endured it for a long time, but in the end she couldn't hold back her temper, and threw the pillow at her side to the opposite wall.
The pillow hit the wall and bounced to the ground, but failed to leave the slightest trace on the hard wall.
just like her...
No matter how hard she tried to squeeze into his life, she couldn't break a single gap.
Even when she just started to act, he told himself enough was enough with his cold appearance and words.
Is he too cold?
No, she was thinking too much.
She thought that fighting for her and rescuing her from being surrounded by gangsters meant that he had a special affection for her. She thought that she could close the distance between them by pestering him, talking and drinking with him. She thought ...Maybe he likes himself a little bit.
It turns out that everything she thought was just her thought.
He is a thick wall, impenetrable.
And she was the pillow that threw herself on with all her strength but was lightly bounced off.
Chris cried, tears kept falling, but she couldn't make a sound at all.
Yuan Ming turned the key back home, and met Zhang Meng who was still yawning when he came out of the bedroom.
"Hey? You came back from your morning run?" Zhang Meng looked at him in a daze, "Did you buy breakfast?"
"I didn't buy it." Yuan Ming walked towards the bedroom with a cold face, without even looking at Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng looked at him suspiciously: "Old Yuan, why are you making such a bad face early in the morning? Who messed with you again?"
"No one." After Yuan Ming finished speaking, he had already closed the door.
Zhang Meng's voice was still ringing outside the door, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
He clenched his fist slowly, and his manicured nails pierced his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.
He saw the pain in her eyes.
But...he doesn't feel any pain anymore?
Just what can he do?
If possible, he would like to go back in time to the day when he first met Chris.
If possible, he would have said to Zhang Meng before her: Hello, my name is Yuan Ming, and I will help you carry your luggage.
(End of this chapter)
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