I really don't want a second marriage

Stay for dinner?

Yetingchen was just wondering if George's big mouth gossip sent her a text message. At this moment, he was attracted by a question from her.

Would you like to... Stay for dinner?

"Are you inviting me?" he asked, his dark eyes staring at her.

Han Muzi nodded, "well, there are dishes in the fridge. I can cook."

"Can you cook?"

It seemed to be some accident. Yetingchen couldn't help asking.

But soon, he realized that he was wrong, so he said, "no, who knows what the hell you do."

Han Muzi immediately drooped his face, like a dejected rabbit, "although I can't cook professionally, but you haven't eaten it. How can I say it's a ghost?"

Ye Tingchen: "

He frowned. Was he so disappointed? Just one meal.

"If... You're worried, I can call George too..."

Before the latter words were finished, yetingchen directly coldly interrupted her: "you have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah?" Han Muzi blinked and subconsciously shook her head: "it's not very good, but aren't you friends? I just want to..."

"Don't call him." yetingchen said directly.

"So, you mean you're willing to stay?"

Night Tingchen pursed his thin lips. He was still a little uncomfortable. He was struggling with how to refuse her so that she wouldn't be too sad. He saw her smiling face: "then sit down first and I'll prepare."

Then he ran towards the kitchen, and his steps were as light as flying.

Night Tingchen looked at her steps, looked at her figure, remembered what George had told himself before, and suddenly felt that... He might have been given a routine.

The woman in front of me looks so cheerful and energetic. Where does it seem uncomfortable?

George, the damned guy, did everything he could to deceive himself. He made up all kinds of lies.

Night Tingchen was hard to go. He looked around and sat down on the sofa. When he looked down, he saw the suit in his hand.

So yetingchen naturally thought of the scene he had seen in the room before.

Red underwear

Stop.

Yetingchen controlled his thoughts in time and couldn't think any more.

If you think about it, it's not the little assistant, but himself.

But often, the more you want to control some ideas, the more it will not strive to run out and occupy your thoughts and mind.

Just like now, what always appears in yetingchen's mind is the outline and shape of the underwear. Looking at the suit in his hand, it's like holding a hot potato.

He threw the suit aside.

Forget it, or not.

Save him from thinking all the time.

Han Muzi is busy in the kitchen, and her lips are raised.

George sent her the wechat just now. The content is naturally about yetingchen.

At first she really thought yetingchen was coming to get the suit, but George said he told yetingchen about his discomfort, and then he came out and asked her if he had come to her?

When seeing this message, Han Muzi felt that her heart was surrounded by some fire, hot + hot.

And... The heart beats faster.

Perhaps, for the current night Tingchen, Aojiao is what he is. He used to be like this. Although he was poisonous, he would secretly solve all things for her and protect her in front of outsiders.

If the suit can let him use it as an excuse to find himself, it... Is also a good thing.

This shows that even if yetingchen loses his memory, he still has a great attraction to him.

While washing the dishes, she took out her hand and returned to George's wechat.

Han Muzi: Thank you.

George seemed to have been waiting for her to return the message. Seeing that she said thank you, he immediately sent a question mark.

Then several pieces of information were bombed in succession.

Xiao Zhizhi: did he really come to you?

Xiao Zhizhi: I really want to. What should I do? I'm so excited. What do you think of him? Sister in law, I'm basically sure that Wei Chi is uncomfortable, and he must like you!

The latter sentence made Han Muzi's heart beat faster for a few minutes. Instead of returning to George's wechat, she muted her mobile phone and focused on cooking.

I don't know how long I've been busy. A man's voice suddenly appeared behind me.

"How long will it take?"

Han Muzi looked back and saw yetingchen step into the kitchen. He asked coldly.

She was stunned for a moment, then carefully calculated the time and gave him the answer.

"About half an hour, not so fast. Are you... Hungry?"

With that, she quickly turned on the tap to wash her hands. She looked at yetingchen nervously and said, "why don't I make you some fast food first?"

Night Tingchen saw a lot of things in the kitchen and couldn't help but frown, "do you want to cook so many dishes?"

"Well, it's OK. It's basically three dishes and one soup. Are you hungry? Do you want to cook noodles first?" Han Muzi stood on tiptoe and wanted to get the instant noodle bag on the shelf.

Her tiptoe movement made yetingchen look at it. She couldn't bear it. She raised her hand and took things down for her. She said, "no, I don't eat noodles."

Han Muzi was a little disappointed: "that..."

"What do you need me to do?" yetingchen suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Han Muzi stared, as if he couldn't believe it. "You, do you want to help?"

Night Tingchen avoided her eyes and looked as usual: "can't you eat and drink for nothing?"

"No, I can do it myself." Han Muzi thought carefully, and then rejected ye Tingchen: "I think the president would better wait for me outside."

Night Tingchen stared at her for a moment and suddenly sneered: "are you disgusting me?"

"No, No."

She shook her head in denial, though she did dislike him.

After all, he has never been in the kitchen before. Where does he know how to cook? Let him help. Han Muzi is afraid that the more he helps, the more busy he is.

"Ah." night Tingchen sneered, and his momentum was very bad. "It seems that you are really disgusting me."

"Really not."

Alas, Han Muzi was helpless and could only say, "if you have to help, then... Help me kill the fish."

Night Tingchen, with a cold face, went to untie the twist of his sleeve and thought to himself, this woman... Dare to underestimate him.

Next, he surprised her and showed her that it was wrong to dislike herself.

But when Han Muzi mentioned a bucket of live fish in front of him, yetingchen was silent.

He looked at the fish swimming happily in the bucket silently, and his face became cold.

He raised his eyes, "that's what you want me to kill?"

Han Muzi brightened her eyes and nodded, "well, is there a problem?"