Deep Love: Young Master's Sweetheart

How could he do such a thing?

But he did.

Back to the apartment, I put things one by one in the kitchen, "Yang Ziyi, I can't cook. I agreed to take you out to eat. If you don't go, you have to cook by yourself."

Her hand pushed him, "go out." she was used to cooking by herself, used to a person's life, and suddenly there was another person in the space that should belong to her alone, so she was uncomfortable.

Feng Minghe walked out of the kitchen very obediently for the first time. He didn't intend to cook. He had never cooked since he was a child. Except at home, he only ate the rice cooked by luo'er, but luo'er

Thinking of luo'er, he felt a pain in his head, rubbed his temples and turned on the TV. When he saw the TV picture, he had the feeling of home man for the first time, but it was so strange.

The smell of dishes and rice fragrance gradually floated out of the kitchen. Fengming crane enjoyed watching TV. Tomorrow is Sunday. He and Ziyi don't have to go to work, but this evening, he was hesitating whether to go to blues. The woman never appeared again. It seems that he really didn't even have any interest in him. The more he couldn't see it, the more he wanted to see it.

When she was thinking, Ziyi had brought the dishes out of the kitchen, "Ming crane, go wash your hands and have dinner." she should talk to him like this. It was a little awkward. She talked to a man like this for the first time, as if he was really her husband.

Feng Minghe got up and suddenly regretted letting her cook at home. He never wanted to feel at home. He just didn't want his father and mother to toss around looking for a woman to lead him, but he didn't want Ziyi to propose to cook by himself.

However, when he sat at the table, he was relieved. The strong smell of vegetables also aroused his appetite. He picked up chopsticks and ate impolitely. Tut Tut, the taste was no worse than that sold outside.

Yes, Yang Ziyi's work is impeccable. How can people find fault with the dishes? The important thing is to cook them safely. At least there is no gutter oil and no additives.

After eating, Ziyi will go to wash the dishes, but fengminghe grabbed her, "since you like to eat your own cooking, just ask an hour worker to cook tomorrow. Don't clean up. Let someone clean up tomorrow."

"No, it's not good to put it like that. I'll come out after washing. Also, I don't want to hire any hourly workers to cook. I don't like to eat things cooked by irrelevant people." that's a kind of fear, very afraid.

Fengming crane shrugged and shook his head. He released her arm and let her go into the kitchen.

When she came out after washing the dishes, there was no wind and crane in the living room, and the TV was not turned off. She went to pick up the remote control, but she saw a note and a card pressed below. "Tomorrow Sunday, I'll go out to buy some clothes and daily necessities. I have something to do in the evening. I'll go out."

She guessed at once where he had gone.

Blues.

Thinking of blues, she found that she had not been there for a long time. Unexpectedly, fengminghe was so persistent.

The rose red fishtail skirt in the cabinet was still there. Ziyi suddenly had an impulse. She wanted to see the wind singing crane in the blues again.

He left early today, perhaps because she was in his house, but it was better so that he wouldn't find out her true identity.

It's still the fishtail skirt and the same thick smoke makeup, but Ziyi didn't go out of fengminghe's apartment like that. She should be careful to be recognized by him.

Put on a big coat and her glasses. Anyway, she carried a relatively large backpack. When the blues came, just put her coat and glasses in the bag.

Ziyi really went to the blues. She was curious. She felt that the behavior of fengminghe was like a young man who was just involved in love, but she thought it was very strange because of fengminghe.

After getting off the taxi, Ziyi walked into the blues. It was just ten o'clock. As soon as he got to the door, a waiter welcomed him happily, "Miss, this is your flower."

A large bunch of purple roses, beautiful in front of her, "sorry, I didn't order flowers."

"It was the gentleman who gave it to you." the waiter pointed to her previous seat. Fengming crane was sitting there. His black T-shirt made him look particularly deep. It seemed that he had found the situation on her side. He turned his head in her direction. At the moment he saw her, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, Then he picked up the glass in his hand and drank the wine in it.

Ziyi calmly walked over, still sat in her previous position and slowly lit a cigar, "Mr. Feng, this is my position. I've been sitting for three years."

Feng Minghe put down his wine glass. A smile appeared on his originally beautiful face. It was a rare smile. It seemed that Ziyi had never seen him smile except in blues. "Miss, can you tell me your last name?"

"Do you want to check your account, sir?"

"Oh, no, I just think you look like an old friend."

Lol? This is a name Ziyi thought of in an instant.

"Oh, it's just an elephant. I really have nothing to do with you." she smiled and took another sip of cigar. The smoke lingered around her. Combined with her smoking makeup, she didn't look real at all.

One hand gracefully handed it to her, "can you please dance?"

Fengming crane's hands are long and thick. They belong to a man. At this time, he is inviting her.

Looking at that hand, Ziyi's mind suddenly felt as if it had been handed to her many years ago, but that hand was a sinful hand. With a subconscious tremor of her body, she quickly picked up the whisky glass in front of her, "Mr. Feng, I can't dance." in the past three years, she hasn't danced in the blues, so she's not afraid to be exposed by the blues.

"It's all right. I'll teach you. As long as you dance with me, you'll be fine." Feng Minghe seemed to be on a bar with her and insisted that she dance with him.

Do you want to jump?

Looking at the men and women shaking their heads on the dance floor, although she was 28 years old, she felt that she was not the same age as them at all. Her heart was old and shook her head, "I don't think it's necessary, Mr. Feng, you're too polite." she took another sip of cigarette, and the smell of cigar made her heart more stable slowly, Fengming crane is not the person she has to wait for in blues, never.

If so, she doesn't have to come.

The hand held in the air suddenly pulled out the smoke between her fingers. Then, he took her to stand up and didn't give her room to resist. It was like he took her into the men's bathroom for the first time. In a flash, Ziyi had been pulled into the dance floor by the wind singing crane.

Her body was a little stiff. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't resist the strength of the wind and the crane. At this time, he was completely different from the one in the office. At this time, he was domineering and evil, and the one in the office was cold like a statue.

When the two talents came to the dance floor, the gentle music sounded. This must be the inspiration of the wind singing crane. Otherwise, most of the dance music in the blues were fast three, fast four or middle three, middle four. There were few slow four. It was so slow that he hugged her as if she were walking. It was difficult for her to step on his feet.

The neon lights also began to dim down. The men and women on the dance floor probably hugged each other except her and the wind singing crane. To tell the truth, the most suitable thing for this slow four is for couples to dance together, hug each other like that, and then move gently, which is the most emotional.

Ziyi's heart began to beat. Although her chest was a punch away from the foot of Fengming crane, she was still flustered. The smell of men on him filled her nose. Maybe she hadn't had such close romantic contact with men for a long time. She seemed to be in a dream. She didn't know what night it was.

Suddenly, a male voice sounded in his ear, "is it really you, the wind is singing the crane?"

The sound made Ziyi lag, and one foot fell on the foot of Fengming crane like this, but she forgot to take it down. Instead, she looked back quickly. In her vision, Ouyang Wei was waving to Fengming crane.

After waiting for three years, she finally waited for him.

The hand falling on her waist gently let Ziyi involuntarily take back her eyes, and then one side of her body, she found that she stepped on the shoes of Fengming crane, "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry."

"When you meet a friend, let's go and say hello." Feng Minghe always has a cold face and a cup like smile.

It was ouyangwei. Ziyi nodded. She also wanted to know how ouyangwei would react when he met himself again, "OK."

Holding her hand like that, Fengming crane didn't mean to loosen it. Ziyi didn't break away and let him hold it, but her eyes were fixed on Ouyang Wei. See him again. She wanted to kill him.

As he got closer and closer, Ouyang Wei's expression was the same as before, and there was no change because of her appearance. At that time, Fengming crane pointed to the position she and he liked in the corner and said, "go and sit down. I'll ask the waiter to move another chair."

It's nice to have money. Everything is solved in a word. Ziyi doesn't say anything from head to tail. She's waiting for ouyangwei to recognize her.

The heart is so shocked. She has been waiting for three years. It's really a long process.

But ouyangwei's reappearance was only in this moment.

"Minghe, this lady is..." ouyangwei's smile is still as handsome as before. The handsome face like the sun still makes a woman's heart move, but her heart can no longer ripple.