Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

However, the ten fingers of Miss Song Jia, who is not in touch with yangchunshui, feel that a kitchen knife weighs a thousand jin. It's really Alexander. Song Zhiran thinks that it's better than an egg at least. At least it's cut. No matter whether it's cut well or not, it's at least complete. The egg is not so easy. So song Zhiran decides to continue cutting, at least finish the lunch meat.

As a result, the luncheon meat was skewed and separated. In fact, the result was not very good. It was just a feeling that the luncheon meat had been chopped to death in the street. However, song Zhiran was quite satisfied. At least he was able to cut it completely. At least he felt more and more satisfied with it. The figure of the luncheon meat was getting better and better, In the end, song Zhiran felt arrogant and arrogant. He felt like he had a good upper body. He speeded up his speed. Unexpectedly, he was tragically.

All of a sudden, the blunt blade was directly slid down, and song Zhiran made a red cut on his snow-white fingers. In such a moment, it just had a skin splitting effect. After one second of freeze frame, the bright red blood gushed out, but song Zhiran felt that he had to be strong, It's just a tiny wound, which should be nothing. So song Zhiran directly pressed the wound with his other hand, and then went to find a band aid. He quickly tore it open and directly stuck it to the bleeding wound, as if nothing had happened at all. Maybe he felt that there was a little bit left to finish the lunch meat, So do not want to give up halfway, insist on the lunch meat cut is the best way.

Wrap up the wound and go on with the night. The luncheon meat was cooked, so song Zhiran still had to face the hateful egg king. This delicious noodle naturally needs fried eggs and luncheon meat. It's a habit. But it's not a simple thing to fry an egg into a good-looking pouch. It's definitely time to challenge her skills. Song Zhiran is obviously a novice in the kitchen. It's really hard for her to accept such a task today. However, the power of love touches her and she doesn't need to shrink back at all. At last, song Zhiran had to face such a little egg, which was not song Zhiran's character at all. She was too tough, like a man. In her heart, she seemed to live with a strong child. When she was young, she had to bear everything by herself. She knew that when she grew up, she had to face everything by herself, No one will stand by his side, to get love, a lot of times, it should be hard hearted, unscrupulous, song Zhiran understand, his mother may be too kind, so this died, no one pity her. This is her only regret. At that time, she didn't have the courage to fight, but now, it's too late to say anything.

When the egg was beaten down, it was obviously a failure. It was not fried poached eggs, but scrambled eggs. When the egg went down, it was already protein and yolk entangled, and it was like breaking to pieces. However, song Zhiran didn't believe in such an evil family and thought he would not do it well, so he gave up and did it again. This time, he couldn't, Just two times. These two times are not good. Just three times. Anyway, one time is successful.

It's true that song Zhiran was finally in a good mood. However, when he was excited and proud, he didn't know what was going on. A drop of oil splashed on Song Zhiran's skin. All of a sudden, it seemed that song Zhiran was suddenly heated and burned violently. Song Zhiran instinctively withdrew his hand, and then the spatula fell to the ground, This made a clanging sound, which inevitably woke up Lin Minjia. Song Zhiran felt annoyed. However, since this was the case, he had no choice but to quickly reach out and put his hand on the tap to flush.

"What's the matter?" Sure enough, Lin Minjia woke up. Hearing the sound, she came to see what had happened. Her eyes felt half closed and half awake. It was the rhythm of waking up in her sleep.

"No, it's OK."

Song Zhiran didn't expect that Lin Minjia would come over and quickly draw his hand back. The water from the tap came out, and song Zhiran's red arm was hidden behind him, as if he didn't want to be seen by Lin Minjia.

Lin Minjia goes into the kitchen, turns off the flame on the gas stove and approaches song Zhiran.

"Show me how it is."

Even though Lin Minjia was only half asleep, he had some feelings about what happened.

"Nothing, nothing, really nothing."

Song Zhiran has been retreating. He doesn't want to stretch out his hand at all. He seems to be very nervous. The whole person is like a primary school student who has been criticized. There is a feeling of fear on his face.

"Put your hand out. It's no use doing that."

Lin Minjia has long discovered that song Zhiran flushed water on the tap, and probably understood what this was. This silly girl even hid her hands. It's clear that she doesn't want a good rhythm.

"It's OK. It's none of your business

Song Zhiran still refuses to put out his hand. It seems that he has a breath in his heart that he doesn't want to swallow. Why can Lin Minjia yell at Song Zhiran? I don't want to be known by you, so I don't want to be seen by you.

"Reach out."

Lin Minjia suddenly became severe, like a overlord, like a man, the aura tightly surrounded song Zhiran, "do you want bubbles, or do you want to rot and fester?"

Song Zhiran doesn't want to pay attention to Lin Minjia. He just doesn't care. He goes to the door of the kitchen, but Lin Minjia grabs him in his arms. It's like a treasure that he doesn't want to let go. It's just like he can't give up.

"Let go of me."

Song Zhiran still doesn't want to compromise so soon. She struggles in Lin Minjia's arms, but she never thinks that one day, there will be such a scene, and Lin Minjia will hold it tightly, as if holding the whole world. Lin Minjia doesn't speak, as if she has lost the function of language, but is silent in this long time, It seems that there is nothing that can be expressed in words, and there is nothing that can be expressed in words. As time goes by, Lin Minjia tells song Zhiran what he thinks in this silent way. Gradually, song Zhiran didn't seem to fight any more. His whole body softened. Like a obedient sheep, he relied on Lin Minjia and didn't say a word.

Seeing that song Zhiran's mood has stabilized, Lin Minjia begins to speak. He understands that when a person is in a state of emotional excitement, what others say is powerless. It's just a waste of time to talk. There's nothing like a hug and all the silence to resolve the distance. Just as it happens, song Zhiran really calms down, All this seems to be just right, no more uneasiness, no less powerlessness.

"Show me your hand. It's scalded. You don't have to. You do for me, I understand, dye dye, I really understand, I don't want you to hurt yourself, really, hurt yourself, no meaning at all

Lin Minjia seemed to treat each other tenderly. Let the colorful peach blossom spread out a peach world; Let the gentle wind soothe the sad heart; Let the April sunshine open my heart without scruple. Open the door of the heart, to listen to the voice of the world Fangfei, anywhere, you may be able to see beauty. Although song Zhiran didn't speak, he didn't find what Lin Minjia said. Lin Minjia stretched out her hand and took out song Zhiran's hand. Song Zhiran let Lin Minjia's action and no longer resisted. It seemed to be a kind of compromise, but she was also unwilling in her body.

"You see, it's all red like this."

During the conversation, Lin Minjia's eyes seem to show a lot of reluctance and heartache. Looking at Song Zhiran's wound, it's really a red halo. The halo is as conspicuous as a birthmark. "Fortunately, you are smart and know you need to flush cold water. Otherwise, you must have bubbles. Why can't you take good care of yourself? Do you know that I will be very sad if you are like this? Really, I don't want to see you hurt yourself. Why do you have to be like this? " Lin Minjia said a lot at a time, but he wanted to express his worry about song Zhiran.

"I just want to get you something to eat."

Song Zhiran doesn't think so. It seems that it's not a big thing at all, but it's really not a big thing. What else can it be to get something to eat? But it's not a big deal for ordinary people, but it's not easy for song Zhiran to come here and make a knife and dance pot.

"Isn't it easy to eat? Did you make such a big gesture for me? You are the eldest lady of the Song family. How dare you do it yourself? You see, it's not hurt yourself! " This tone is full of the taste of doting. It's hard for people to tell. It seems that Lin Minjia is song Zhiran's lover. There is nothing to distinguish. It's just the rhythm of each other.