I love you, Mr.Commander

Orange sits in a unique position, with people taking care of both sides. The table is full of vegetables, and her mouth is full of Dang: "Mommy is a great cook."

Mu Li caught the chopsticks in his son's small bowl and said, "I made this."

Orange oil stains all over his mouth are about to kiss a man's face and be rejected and pushed away.

Ren Jiao's heart is warm and she can't experience it personally. Seeing such a picture, she won't know that she is infected by warmth. She bowed her head to eat. There was almost no sound. The tip of the chopsticks poking rice was suddenly covered by a piece of burned eggplant.

Ren Jiao looked up and was stunned. Dai Ze took back his chopsticks as usual, as if he wasn't the one who had just taken the dishes.

Eating can't stop orange's mouth. He waved his small hand and couldn't articulate clearly: "aunt Dai Suxi fan is good."

"No." Ren Jiao smiled awkwardly and held the chopsticks. She didn't know whether to eat the eggplant. The color of hesitation faded between her eyebrows, and her hand close to Dai Ze was suddenly held.

"Don't hide it. Do you think I won't say it?" Dai Ze turned his head. He still questioned, but suddenly brushed the warm current like a cold prairie, confusing Ren Jiao in an instant.

The warmth in the man's eyes, although Liao flashed away, she caught it. What the hell does that mean?

Ren Jiao always felt that his words would lead to misunderstanding. She opened her mouth: "what am I hiding from you? What's the matter with you?"

The relationship between the two was there, and there was a sensational news about going in and out of the hotel before. This sentence is nothing but evidence. Ren Jiao must have been wronged. Although they had a night, they were not so accurate. Moreover, he was

"We're getting married. The date will be set soon." Dezela held her hand up and looked natural. "That's why you're here. Maybe someone has always been hostile to me. Now you can rest assured. "

Mu Li raised his eyebrows, which was obviously said to him. He shrugged and leaned against the back of his chair to look at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing smiled from the corners of her eyes, and a shallow arc appeared on her lips: "really? Great, congratulations. "

Dai Ze gently lifted his lips. His expression of not avoiding made his fundus of eyes deeper as a mystery, as if he couldn't explore to the end. He held Ren Jiao's hand tightly and stretched his sword eyebrow: "thank you for your blessing. You won't be disappointed."

Ren Jiao could not tell the taste. Although the engagement had been made long ago, she was determined to be her fiancee and could be kicked away at any time. She doesn't expect Dai Ze to accept it, let alone get married. A second ago, she was still thinking that maybe one day, Dai Ze could not stand it. He would take the initiative to terminate the engagement and let her go.

She went with the determination to be divided, but the pain was deep all the way. She recognized that she could meet a man like Dai Ze in her life, even if she was fickle.

However, at this moment, even if he uses her and traps himself, does he want to change Lin Qing's peace of mind? Ren Jiao suddenly felt that she couldn't afford to love this man.

Mu Li took up his glass and said congratulations. The edge of the glass covered the bottom of his deep pool. It is reasonable that Dai is not a casual person. If he can say this, he must have made a decision.

Three points of pondering, three points of surprise, three points of admiration, admiring and drinking the wine in the cup.

Lin Qing took orange's little hand and pointed to Ren Jiao: "orange, you can't call aunt and sister in the future. She's going to marry uncle Dai."

Orange was overjoyed: "will the aunt have a little sister? Orange wants a little sister. "

Lin Qing said with a smile, "where does little sister say there is something?"

"Yes." Playing with his chopsticks, orange poked around in the bowl, "Daddy has always said to mommy to have a brother, and I haven't seen a shadow yet."

A freshly peeled shrimp was stuffed into an orange's mouth before dipping in sauce.

"This braised spare ribs tastes good, Lin Qing. Did you make it?" Ren Jiao said casually that she saw that both of them were busy at that time, but she didn't know who was in charge of which dish. At this time, she was surprised that she didn't taste the difference.

Lin Qing gently pulled her lips, held her chin, and put a piece of spare ribs into the Muli bowl: "try it, did I make it?"

Muli took off the bone and ate. He put down his chopsticks: "it seems better than what you do."

Lin Qing gently pursed his lips: "nonsense."

Two people cook a table of rice, but they can't tell which dish comes from. At home, when Lin Qing is free, he will drag men to cook. Sometimes he will learn from one or two. In the long run, the two people even have the same food taste.

Orange said he didn't care who made it for a long time. He had to eat it anyway.

Ren Jiao was confused and didn't know whose craft it was. She was still immersed in surprise. She turned her head to Dai Ze several times and saw that he was calm to eat. He had a relapse of stomach disease some time ago. She had to remind him every time he took medicine. Naturally, his appetite was not good. In addition, there were many parties, so he couldn't eat much at a meal.

But today, he ate the whole bowl of rice and finished the chicken soup. Previously, Ren Jiao also thought of various ways. He even went to the best hotel to order meals, but he didn't take a few bites.

Ren Jiao scooped the soup and drank it absently.

A paper towel rubbed around the corner of her mouth and then crossed her chin.

Ren Jiao caught the paper towel: "thank you."

Before the last word was finished, a strange feeling suddenly made her look up. The two opposite are meaningful. Orange is full of meat. They can't speak, but they smile.

One hand broke into her eyes, broad and powerful, slender fingers and distinct joints. The important thing is that Ren Jiao knows this hand.

Ren Jiao was really speechless this time. All the syllables were stuck in her throat. She could see that Dai Ze was very abnormal today.

But she didn't ask. She covered her surprise, grabbed the paper and wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth. She stayed with him for a long time, and she was able to cooperate with the acting.

"I hope you can be so kind to me in the future." Ren Jiao drooped her eyes, smiled and continued to drink soup.

Dai Ze's back was slightly stiff, and his fundus was still a crystal luster that had not been seen for a long time.

"Of course."

The cake was hidden by Lin Qing in advance. Dai Ze didn't expect to look for it. After dinner, Ren Jiao didn't hold Lin Qing, and a table of dishes and chopsticks were sent to the pool by Lin Qing.

Dai Ze sees Mu Li flash into the kitchen and pulls Ren Jiao away.

Ren Jiao looked at the kitchen and thought of a large number of tableware on the table: "I'll wash it for her."

Dai Ze was dismissive and pulled her to the sofa. With a wave, she fell into the soft sand. She still fell in pain. The man's voice sounded from his head: "their husband and wife are together. What are you involved in?"

Ren Jiao frowned slightly and twisted her hands together: "they are guests. They shouldn't be allowed to do this."

Dai Ze sat down on the opposite sofa. The ceiling light in the living room here was not turned on, and the shadow fell from the side, covering half of his handsome face, high nose, thin lips, and dark eyes like whirlpool black pool.

After a while, daze raised his eyes: "in my opinion, they are not guests."

Ren Jiao's thumb pinched at the mouth of the tiger. Her rounded nails left deep marks. Her voice was very light. She didn't want the conversation here to be introduced into the kitchen. She took a deep breath, still light: "I know, I'm the redundant person. I'm sorry to delay your rest time this time. If I can, I won't disturb you without authorization."

"Are you kidding?"

Ren Jiao suddenly looked up and couldn't see into the man's eyes through the interweaving of light and darkness. She can't see through, and she doesn't understand why she can hurt others like him without love.

Yes, because I don't love you.

Dai Ze crossed his fingers and put them on his lap: "you've disturbed me, so I'm not going to let it go. Since you want to stir up this muddy water, you can't retreat all over again."

"Daize, what do you mean?"

"Very simple, we will get married, and your family will not force you again. After marriage, you will still be my secretary, and nothing will change."

Ren Jiao laughed loudly. She couldn't see the pallor of her face clearly in the dark: "so you have planned."

"Plan." Dai Ze's cold eyes lifted slightly, "you've never been in my plan."

The constant temperature room was as warm as spring, but Ren Jiao felt suffocated: "in the final analysis, you did it for her?"

"I seem to have said, don't guess what I think, let alone be self righteous."

Ren Jiao restrained all her emotions. No matter how realistic a play is, it will eventually return to reality. She nodded and deliberately alienated: "I see."

Almost at the same time, a scream came from the kitchen, and then a woman's angry voice crashed into her eardrum.

"Mu Li, you go out. Don't get in the way."

Although it was distant and vague, it broke the diaphragm of the air and made him listen very clearly. With the transmission of each syllable, the thin air vibrates slightly, like strings closely connected one by one.

It is his heart that connects.

Ren Jiao suddenly said, "why don't you let yourself go until now."

Dai Ze looked at her with four eyes opposite, but she never had a sense of reality. Until his voice came slowly from the darkness: "this is the real let go."

really?

Ren Jiao seemed that it was clear that he was abusing himself and blurted out what he wanted. When she came back, she couldn't stop: "you're not letting yourself go, but paralyzed."

Dai Ze's eyes seemed to be frozen and broken. His voice was long and low. Suddenly he aimed at Ren Jiao: "do you love me?"

Ren Jiao opened her smile: "what is love?"

Dai Ze's eyes turned to the kitchen. The bright light was dizzy, warm and white, not dazzling. There were two overlapping figures reflected there. He quickly moved away from his sight, as if he had been severely burned by the light.

In the kitchen, Mu Li put his chin against Lin Qing's shoulder and hugged her from behind. His nasal voice answered, "well."

Lin Qing stretched out his elbow and hit him: "hurry up."

The man buried his face lazily in her neck and stared at the movement in her hand: "HMM."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lin Qing was slightly annoyed and stopped: "go out quickly."

The man could not help laughing, and opened the boiling water for her. She put her arms out of her back and cleaned the dishes in the washing table. His fingers were also stained with the smell of detergent. After washing off the oil stains on the plate, there was a faint fragrance. His nose was still close to Lin Qing's neck, his breathing crossed his ears, and his delicate skin was sensitive and flushed.

This posture completely sandwiched Lin Qing between his arms. He moved a little, and her waist was rubbed like nothing. Lin Qing's cheeks were slightly red and grabbed his wrist: "if you want to wash, let go and wash well."

The man interrupted her: "don't make a noise. I'm not afraid of other people's thoughts."

Lin Qing didn't give up pushing him: "then don't move."