Jian Jian saw that his face softened a little, not as scary as before, and his heart dropped a bit. She quickly got out from under his arm, turned her back to him, grabbed a few handfuls of hair with her hands, and changed the topic: "I'll do it."
I'll give you food." If I poison you with arsenic, the world will be at peace. Before Zhou Zhuxiao went out, he told her about Yi Huaiyang coming over for dinner. She thought it was in a dream, turned over and left it behind.
Only then would she let Yi Huaiyang get in so easily.
After the brief moment just now, Yi Huaiyang made it clear to her that the current Yi Huaiyang was still the same person who grabbed her pigtails and called her a fool, scolded her whenever she disagreed, and had a bad temper.
I still can't afford to offend him. I don't know how the employees in his company can stand such a boss, if she packs up her bags and leaves in a matter of seconds. When he was in school, his teacher once said that it is usually the accountant who fires the boss, not the boss who fires the accountant.
. Facts have proved that what the teacher said is not necessarily the truth. As far as their company is concerned, although their company is busy and is pushed to death by the supervisor every day, no one will leave voluntarily after coming in. There are good benefits at the end of the year and at the end of the year.
Bonus holidays are also good, whoever changes jobs is a fool.
She could only follow him. It was all because of her clear dream in the morning that she hadn't seen everything clearly. Just now, her mouth was twitching for some reason, which offended the young master. She just tolerated it. The truth that she understood before was now understood.
, as expected, the more I live, the more I go back.
Yi Huaiyang's dark eyes looked deeply at her figure as she slowly walked into the room. Within a moment, it was covered by the door, leaving an afterimage.
It's just an afterimage that belongs only to his heart. He doesn't know when it fell in and has never left. It doesn't exist in his eyes. Maybe it exists but hasn't had time to fade away. Or maybe it stays with him throughout his life. He holds his hand tightly.
, I just got impulsive again.
He is also afraid of being easily irritated again. He really doesn't care and follows his own heart, forcing everything to a dead end, unable to enter or exit.
Simply looking at the watery eyes in the bathroom mirror covered with scum, others said that people with eyes like hers are born to be pitiful, but why didn't she feel that, on the contrary, it was the opposite. Why couldn't she be offended?
I couldn't hide from him, and I couldn't even beat that person. She tried hard to put on an expression that she thought was particularly fierce, but thinking of Yi Huaiyang's look just now, she shook her head hard and wiped away the fog on the mirror. She gave up.
No matter how cruel you are, you can't compare to that man.
Simple comes out again. Yi Huaiyang has his legs crossed, a tall nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows slanting into the strands of black hair under the temples. His handsome profile and impeccable facial contours.
Sit on the sofa and play with your phone quietly, feeling isolated from the world.
Jian Jian couldn't help but look at it a few more times. When she came to her senses, she walked to the kitchen. She didn't see anyone holding the phone. She hadn't touched the screen for a long time, and the screen was almost cracked. She took it and hung it.
Huba's apron on the wall was something she got back from an excited shopping trip when she was infatuated with the little carrot head who fired cannonballs at any disagreement. Her mother had always disliked it because it didn't suit her temperament, and said that unless she was eleven
Otherwise she would never be able to use it at the age of two. Jian Jian's face twitched that day, feeling hurt by her mother's frank words, but she still tied it up silently for herself. In addition to being simple to use, it was still new and became her own exclusive. Open
She looked at the full refrigerator. Her mother had replenished the refrigerator at some point, and it had everything. But Jian Jian only knew how to cook some home-cooked dishes, thinking about what to make, and what Yi Huaiyang hated to eat the most.
It's best if he doesn't eat a bite and throws his chopsticks in anger and leaves.
After staring at the refrigerator up and down for a long time, Yi Huaiyang thought she had been cast a restraining spell outside. Suddenly an idea came to her head, and she snapped her fingers excitedly, and she smiled evilly while taking it.
The thing was humming a song, leisurely. If she looked carefully, she would be able to see how flat her expression was from the surface of the refrigerator. She should be thankful that it was in a blind spot and the people in the living room who had been paying attention did not see it.
Yi Huaiyang heard the "crackling" sound of the chopping board, and unknowingly shifted his gaze from the mobile phone to the translucent kitchen. He looked gently at the man with short and capable hair hanging down, who was chopping meat in an orderly manner, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.
A flawless arc. His heart was inadvertently stirred. Everyone just wants to see such a scene when they go home. It doesn't need to be the delicacies of five-star or seven-star hotels, abalone and sea cucumber. Even if it is just
Simple tomato and egg soup is enough to accompany the meal. It would be even better if there is a greedy child who is noisy and shouts that he is hungry.
That empty heart seems to have found its dusty place, no longer swinging around, looking for a confused want but not knowing whether it is familiar with me and whether I can get it. I want to go forward and tell her but I am afraid of what I have in front of me.
The beauty and splendor vanished into thin air because of a trace of greed.