warm marriage sweet love

Chapter 427 I Love You
Hell, the apartment is on fire?

He jumped up from the bed, before he even had time to put on his shoes, he ran out.

Smoke came from the kitchen, mixed together, and a woman coughing.

He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind, and from the misty oily smoke, he saw a figure in a hurry, that was... He coughed twice, rubbed his eyes, and his eyes became clearer.

It was Rong Shumeng, he recognized it, she was...

Fried eggs!
He felt a sense of irony, stepped forward and turned on the range hood.

The smoke gradually dissipated.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and stared at her with an interrogating attitude, "Rong Shumeng, why are you in my kitchen?"

Rong Shumeng turned off the gas stove, shoveled a black, charcoal-like thing out of the flat-top frying pan, and threw it into the trash can.

There are several pieces of the same black stuff in the bucket!
She drooped her head in frustration, and turned around, "Don't you remember at all? You get so drunk every day, I sent you back."

"So it's you." He muttered, his eyes softened a bit.To be honest, he didn't remember anything after he was drunk, he only knew that he would lie on his own bed every day when he woke up, and he didn't bother to think about who sent him back.

Glancing at the messy kitchen, he frowned slightly, "Then why don't you go back and make trouble here, almost burning my kitchen down!"

"He is kind and just wants to make breakfast for you." Rong Shumeng was extremely embarrassed. She had seen Yi Youxia fry eggs until they were golden and golden. They were delicious and delicious. It looked very easy. look.I wanted to perform in front of him too, but I didn't expect to make a mess.

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

After all, Xia Yuhan has a feeling of pity and tenderness. Seeing that pitiful appearance, he sighed helplessly, "Rong Shumeng, thank you for sending me back these few days. It's almost time for work, so you can go first, no need Leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "Tell the secretary that I'm not going to the company today."

"Have you not sobered up yet? Today is Saturday and you don't have to go to work." She reminded.

He said "Oh" as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time has no meaning, and its only purpose is to consume boring life.

"Then you go back and rest, I want... to be alone for a while."

"But you haven't had breakfast yet," she muttered.

"I can't eat it." He said lightly, the residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, making him uncomfortable.

The mist in her eyes became thicker, and the wave of disappointment churned in her heart. Wave after wave, biting her lip, she walked out silently.

Walking back to the room, Xia Muhan fell headfirst on the bed.

The sunlight came in from the slightly open window lattice, lazily falling on the head of the bed, warming the humid air in the room, but it still couldn't warm his cold heart.

Why did you take his Youxia away? Why?
He asked the sky, but the sky didn't say a word; he asked the cloud, but the cloud didn't say a word.

The wind blew from the distant mountains, penetrated the fine hair, slid past the corner of the eye, and took away a drop of crystal teardrop. He stretched out his hand, feeling the tenderness of it touching his fingertips.She is like the wind, soft and gentle, yet elusive and unable to catch it no matter what.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint voice came out from the wind, "Yuhan Ouba!"

Xia Yuhan didn't respond, still looking out the window blankly.

"Yuhan Oppa!"

The voice floated over again, low and timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes.Sitting up from the bed, she saw Rong Shumeng standing at the door, looking at him with a little shyness.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Xia Yuhan's tone was so indifferent, very indifferent, Rong Shumeng trembled slightly like a string being touched.

The room became deathly silent, and there was an invisible pressure in the silence, which made people suffocate.

She stayed there, motionless, for a long time, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, her low sobbing sound flowed in the wind, like fine water droplets seeping into the icy air.

There was a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had sprinkled salt on a fresh wound. He got up from the bed and walked slowly in front of her.

She cried sadly, the tears rolled down her pretty face one by one like broken beads.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, frowning.

"I... I'm afraid you'll get drunk again, and no one will take you back to the apartment." She lowered her head, her little feet circling unnaturally on the ground.

He stared at her for a moment, with a thought-provoking look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and stretched out his arms to hug her.

His body was close to hers, and the firm muscles could be felt so clearly.His handsome face was close at hand, his hot eyes burned her cheeks red, his breath with a touch of warmth came in waves, circling between her lips, as if in an indirect kiss.

She was a little dizzy, a little drunk, her heart was pounding like a deer, beating wildly.

"Rong Shumeng." His magnetic voice came, "Why is your face so red, why is your heart beating so fast, and why do you care about me so much?" He asked a series of questions, but her Her mind was already blank, "I...I..." She stammered, not knowing how to answer.

A charming arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly flowed out, "You like me, don't you?" He said without any concealment.

"No...no." She shook her head in a panic, lowering her guilty eyes and 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 dully.There was an unfathomable smile on that handsome face that she couldn't fathom.She unconsciously opened her lips and moved them twice, but she didn't make a sound.The head drooped again, and the cheeks became more red.

He frowned slightly, as if impatient, "Forget it, but you only have one chance!" After speaking, he let go of his arms, turned around and walked back, ignoring her.

She bit her lip hard, raised her head suddenly, and shouted to him desperately: "I like you, Yuhan Ouba, I like you!" She confessed clearly, blowing in the room with the wind It reverberated, so clear, so firm.

Xia Yuhan withdrew his steps, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and a very deep smile overflowed. After a moment of silence, he turned around, "I like girls who can cook, but you can't even fry eggs, Nearly burned my kitchen down, so stupid."

"I can learn." She replied without thinking.

Xia Yuhan lowered her head and put her lips next to her ear, "I'm sorry, I don't like you, please disappear in front of me immediately." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind blowing from Siberia, Instantly freeze her enthusiasm.

Tears flowed from her eye sockets like broken beads, soaking her face.

"Yuhan Ouba, I will not give up, as long as it is what you like, I can learn it." After finishing speaking, she shook her head and ran out.

The next day, Yi Youxia and Rong Zhenye went to Rong Mansion. The news of their reconciliation made Mr. Rong and Mrs. Rong very happy.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saw Rong Shumeng running out of the kitchen. There were two streaks of black charcoal on her face, like a little cat.

"Cousin, cousin, congratulations on your reunion." She opened her arms to embrace Yi Youxia, but was blocked by Rong Zhenye's outstretched arms. "Shumeng, what are you doing to make yourself so bad?"

The third lady gave her daughter a sharp look, "Recently, she didn't know that there was something wrong with that tendon, and as soon as she came back, she went to the kitchen to learn how to cook, and almost burned the kitchen several times."

Third Uncle Rong took a sip of his cigar, smiled and waved his hands, "Stop nagging, after all, it's a good thing for a girl to be able to cook."

Rong Gaozhi took his father's words with a smile, "Daddy, I guess my sister wants to change her career to be a chef."

Rong Shumeng glared at him, then turned his head to Rong Zhenye, "Cousin, I specially made a pair of dragon and phoenix for you today, you must eat all of it later!"

Rong Zhenye seemed to be choked, covered his mouth with a tissue and coughed twice.

He seriously doubted the edibility of this dish.

Rong Shumeng not only made a pair of dragon and phoenix, but also made a charcoal-grilled salmon and cheese lobster, but no one dared to move their chopsticks into the three plates at the dining table.

Rong Shumeng glanced at the table, and his cheeks puffed up immediately, "Why don't you eat my cooking?"

Everyone was silent.

In a fit of rage, she simply cheated.First, bring the dragon and phoenix in front of Rong Zhenye and Yi Youxia. This is a soup, stewed with eel and black-bone chicken. When a strange smell wafts out of the casserole, Rong Zhenye instinctively moved back. leaned down.

Rong Shumeng served them each with great graciousness, and everyone immediately looked at them with sympathy.Rong Zhenye took away the soup in front of her for her, saw Rong Shumeng's wide-eyed eyes, and quickly explained: "Youxia has just recovered, and the doctor said that during this period, you can only eat vegetarian food, not meat."

Rong Shumeng pouted, "Alright then, just drink both bowls."

"I've been on a vegetarian diet for the past two days. My stomach feels a little uncomfortable. The doctor specifically told me not to eat meat." Rong Zhenye said calmly.

Rong Shumeng was not happy anymore, and stomped his feet fiercely, "What, I did it just for you, and I don't give you any face." The small mouth was pouting high, and the big eyes blinked and turned red, as if sad I'm about to cry.

Seeing this, Yi Youxia smiled, "Shumeng must have been busy in the kitchen for a long time, this soup looks pretty good, I really want to try it." She reached out to bring the soup, Rong Zhenye was still there Wanting to stop him, he let go of his hand knowingly when he received the wink from delivery.

Yi Youxia scooped up a small spoonful, took a sip, and quietly spit out the soup while wiping her mouth with the tablecloth, "Shumeng's soup is stewed very well. Put a little more salt and stew for a while, it will be better."

"Really?" Rong Shumeng immediately tasted it himself, and then made a look of wanting to vomit.The soup had a strong fishy smell and she forgot to add salt, but she still swallowed it, not wanting others to know.

(End of this chapter)