Your Love,My Poison

"Are you reasonable? Is it just me that's wrong? It's like you're not wrong at all

I don't like his reasonable face. Why can he be so reasonable?

We both have our own faults, and I'm not the only one. Why does he intend to go to the end.

"I'm hurt now, you want to reason with me? Believe it or not, I'll ask you for compensation now? "

As soon as I heard that I wanted to pay for it, I was counselled. After all, I'm poor and I can't afford to pay for it.

"What do you want?" I have no choice but to look at him, for such unreasonable people, there is really no way!

"I'm hurt. You have to take care of the wound, or you'll have to look good!" Tang Yuchen is so say with me, then this person righteously lived down here in me.

Not only did he live here, but he was even older than me. He not only yelled at me, but also hated me.

For a while, I disliked this not good enough, for a while, I disliked that not good enough, so I criticized my family from inside to outside.

When it comes to living with me, he directly asked his assistant to send a set of daily necessities.

A phone call in the past, less than half an hour, Tang Yuchen's assistant came in a hurry.

I went to open the door when I heard the knock.

Assistant Li, with two big bags in his hand, said hello to me with a smile: "hello Is Mr. Tang here? "

My canthus remaining light glanced an eye is sitting on the sofa of Tang Yu Chen, the side body of motionless color lets a side: "you Tang always over there."

Assistant carrying things in the past, I looked at the assistant hand carrying bags, really regret last night why I was so impulsive to push people.

If I had not been so impulsive, Tang Yuchen would not have lived here on the pretext of forehead injury.

Although I know this excuse is bad, I can't get rid of people.

Assistant sent things over, eager to report work, Tang Yuchen reluctantly listen to the report, and pointed out some things to deal with, assistant this just left.

"Come and give me the medicine."

Tang Yuchen holding a bottle of detumescence liquid to me, that is the assistant sent detumescence liquid.

I tried to refuse: "there's a mirror over there. You can apply the medicine yourself. Don't always think of people waiting on you."

It's just that the forehead is bumped a little. As for being so delicate?

However, the man told me that he could be more delicate than he thought.

"You made me roll down the stairs and hurt me. Now I don't take care of the wounded. Am I too coquettish or are you too cruel? Anxin, come and help me with the medicine. "

He glanced at me askew and sat askew on the sofa, waiting for me to serve him.

Come on, I'm in the first place. Can I serve him?

I accepted the past to give him medicine, carefully took off the OK tension, seriously give him medicine.

I drugged him, and he really calmed down.

It's just a liquid medicine. It's finished in a few seconds. I put away the liquid medicine, threw the swab into the dustbin, and asked him, "do you want to stick OK bandage?"

I held a small band aid with Hello Kitty in my hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Tang Yuchen probably didn't know that he had been sleeping with Hello Kitty's OK all night last night?

I secretly smile in my heart. When assistant Li came in just now, he saw the Hello Kitty OK on Tang Yuchen's forehead. He wanted to laugh but couldn't smile. I'm still happy when I think of it.

His reputation as a great president may be destroyed by my small piece of OK.

I thought he would despise the childishness of Hello Kitty. Unexpectedly, he just gave me permission to paste it.

"Post it! As long as it can make my forehead detumescence as soon as possible, stick it

Very good, Tang Yuchen really doesn't dislike it at all.

With a complicated mood, I pasted this childish and lovely Pink Hello Kitty OK bandage on him.

No one can imagine the disobedience of a handsome and cold man with a Hello Kitty on his forehead.

After taking good medicine, the old man began to dislike it again: "what time is it? Are you not hungry? "

Come on, I just picked up the phone, want to order takeout, Tang Yuchen dislike eyes is enhanced ten times, touching the forehead of the band aid, rightfully accused me: "you let a wounded eat takeout?"

Although I would like to say yes, I am really embarrassed by the other party's naked criticism.

It doesn't seem that it's right for a wounded person to take outI'll cook for him.

The only thing left in the fridge is eggs and vegetables. Because of the limited ingredients, I can only make a green vegetable egg noodles.

This kind of simple food is expected to be severely criticized by the high-ranking president after it is prepared.

I accepted my fate and went out with the prepared noodles. Under the gaze of the other party, I said, "this is the only thing at home. Do you like to eat or not?"

Tang Yuchen Mei's head picked up and said nothing. She just sat up from the sofa, picked up the chopsticks and stirred them in the bowl. She thought he was going to dislike them again. Unexpectedly, he ate them happily.

In the end, there's no soup left.

"I didn't expect you would only do this." After eating, he looked at me with complicated complexion, as if he saw Anxin who was in love with me.

In the past, my family was not bankrupt, but also spoiled the little girl who grew up in my family. I didn't touch yangchunshui when I was young. Later, I gradually learned how to cook, but after I learned how to cook, Tang Yuchen and I broke up completely.

Maybe in his heart, I still stay in the impression that I can only make green noodles.

"Is it delicious?"

I asked him with a smile, just as we begged him to praise my skill when we were in love.

When we were in love, Tang Yuchen would give me verbal support and praise no matter whether the green vegetable noodles I made were delicious or not. When I heard his praise, I was so happy that I couldn't go to heaven.

Now things have changed and people have changed. In fact, despite the external factors, it's just a bowl of ordinary noodles.

It's not a delicacy because there is little water in the soup and little taste.

If I ask, maybe he will tell the truth that the noodles are not delicious at all, and he doesn't like them at all.

Who knows, his eyes on my face, shifted to the bowl, lazily sat back on the sofa, a pair of long legs randomly stretched on the coffee table.

"It's the same taste as it used to be. It's good."