You Will Be Mine!

But Zhang sang is not the kind of person who is jealous casually, especially the one with deep love. This is even more impossible. When she decided to pursue yelaixiang, she had already thought very clearly.

She knows what she is going to face, and she also knows that if love and friendship can only choose one, she will choose friendship.

Zhang sang changed his shoes, straightened up, faced yelaixiang and said, "I know the relationship between you and affection. Since I have chosen you, I won't care about this. But yelaixiang, I also hope that you can slowly put me in mind."

"Zhang sang, I..." I don't know if I can do it.

This sentence, the night fragrance stem in the throat, in the face of her full of expectation in the eyes, is actually unable to say.

"I'm going to cook. Can you give me a hand?" Zhang sang raised the dish in the handle and asked with a light smile.

The cloud is light and the wind is so clear that nothing has happened between them.

He said only half of what he said, but his expression, his eyes, had given her the answer.

But she won't give up.

Zhang sang, who has never been a woman who gives up easily, knows that yelaixiang is a piece of elm. Can't she argue with a piece of wood?

Of course not!

"What can I do for you?" It's hard to say.

"You can take out the induction cooker, and then set up the dishes. The hot pot for dinner is ready-made. I'll just wash the dishes." Zhang sang said with a smile.

In fact, there is nothing to be busy with, but she hopes that the feeling of two people cooking together will make her feel less wishful thinking.

"Good." Yelai Xiang nodded, went to the kitchen, took out the induction cooker from the top grid, took the stove to the table, and plugged it into the electric socket.

Then she turned around and went in to get the dishes and chopsticks. All of these were very simple things. But yelaixiang suddenly found that this kind of boring and simple thing was actually quite happy to do.

It's not as boring as you think.

It's just that Yelai Xiang didn't realize that it was just because of the people who did it together.

He took the chopsticks and put them on the table.

After pondering for a moment, he naturally put the two bowls together, and then set the small spoon, small plate and small chopsticks together.

He seems to be used to sitting with Zhang sang instead of facing him.

Zhang sang washed the pan, poured the soup into the pot, and then added corn, radish and other ingredients, carefully took out of the kitchen.

Put the pot on the induction cooker, press the switch, and enter the kitchen again.

Yelaixiang put out the dishes and chopsticks and followed her in: "can I help you?"

Zhang sang looked up with a smile: "can you wash vegetables?"

"Yes, I will." Isn't it just to take it out and wash it? How could anyone not?

"Wash together!" Zhang sang has a beautiful smile.

It's just a few glass vegetables, she just washed them, but at this moment, if Yelai Xiang washed with her, it would be more beautiful.

Yelaixiang rolled up her sleeve and walked to her side. It was found that the two people were standing next to the sink. They were very crowded, not ordinary. As soon as they raised their hands, they bumped into each other's wrists. Moreover, when they fished together, they found that they always caught a small hand.

Zhang sang is intentional. She likes the wonderful feeling when she is held by his big hand in the water.