Liang Yimo looked at the sumptuous meal on the dining table. He just glanced at it briefly and then turned his attention to the busy man in the kitchen. No one could wear a purple shirt as noble as him. He was born to be a leader.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up casually. The man was holding a spatula in one hand and a pot in the other, turning them over with skillful techniques no less than those of a five-star chef.
The man didn't wear an apron and didn't care at all about the expensive shirt he was wearing. After a while, a plate of tomato, tofu and fish was served.
Although she didn't say a few words to him from the moment she walked in, she still felt this big transformation in the man.
In her memory, he knew how to cook, and this was not the first time she had eaten his cooking, but she always thought that he was not born to do this.
The reason why she has not objected to him still being here is because Qingqing, who was standing next to her, suddenly said as soon as she entered the door, "He is my friend."
She never knew what Qingqing needed. This was the first time that Qingqing expressed her thoughts. Of course, Liang Yimo would not refuse.
So she, a woman with no talent for cooking, could only sit here with Qingqing and smell the aroma wafting from the kitchen, staring at the kitchen without moving.
What made Liang Yimo even more angry was that he swallowed his saliva dissatisfiedly.
Well, she admits she can't take care of kids.
That's because it has been easy to take care of Qingqing in the past six years. Tang Yixiu, the godfather, has taken care of her and has taken over all of Qingqing's daily life since she was born.
It wasn't until these two days when she had done everything for Qingqing herself that she realized how incompetent she was and how unbearable it was to be a mother.
"Okay, you can eat. Qingqing, go wash your hands quickly." The man walked out of the kitchen handsomely, carrying a bowl of soup.
Qingqing got up and walked to the bathroom obediently. After Liang Yimo also washed her hands, she came to the dining table and sat down. There was a bowl of soup on the table in front of her, which was what Ye Chen had just served.
Liang Yimo frowned, "What is this?"
"Shiquan Dabu Decoction, drinking it will be good for you."
"Thanks!"
Liang Yimo picked up the chopsticks and put a few dishes on Qingqing's bowl, "Qingqing, eat quickly."
In fact, she didn't know how guilty she felt. Qingqing's face had obviously looked bad in the past two days.
Fortunately, she didn't ask where her godfather had gone. She was very aware of Qingqing's dependence on Tang Yixiu. Maybe sometimes her mother could not compare to Tang Yixiu's position in Qingqing's heart.
Qingqing didn't make a sound, she just took her chopsticks and ate in silence.
In the past few years abroad, Liang Yimo was still not used to Western meals. In addition, Tang Yixiu knew how to cook delicious Chinese food, so Qingqing didn't like Western food.
A pair of chopsticks stretched out from the opposite side and picked out every bit of garlic in the bowl. It was very clean and all the garlic was picked out and set aside.
Qingqing doesn't like garlic, and today's table is full of dishes that their mother and daughter love to eat. Looking at these dishes that they usually like to eat, Liang Yimo feels even more uneasy.
The man opposite began to eat the meal in front of him in an orderly manner. He had been well-educated since he was a child. Apart from the small clatter of bowls and chopsticks, he made no sound while eating.
After the meal, Liang Yimo took the initiative to wash the dishes and rushed into the kitchen.
Only she knew that she was avoiding him.
Until now, she is still avoiding it.
Ye Chen did not stop him, but sat on the sofa in the living room, stretched his legs, put his hands on both sides of the sofa, and looked at everything in the room.
The living room is not big, but it feels like home. What Ye Chen likes most is that the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the north and south directions of the living room can see the backyard, where there are many hyacinths. Looking through the gauze, the sunlight shines in
Those flowers and plants outline a beautiful landscape.
Ye Chen closed his eyes comfortably and breathed quietly. Every corner here was filled with her scent. He slowly relaxed and fell asleep without realizing it.
It was the third day after meeting her that he came over.
When they met suddenly, at that moment he wanted to tie her to his waistband. No matter where he was, he would never let her go again.
But after seeing the five or six-year-old little girl next to her, her heart surged.
He has been torturing himself for the past three days.
In fact, he had been observing their every move in the dark. After learning that Tang Yixiu had been living with her during the six years she left, he wanted to kill that man immediately.
Tang Yixiu actually occupied her for six years.
Regret and jealousy ran parallel to each other and almost made him lose his mind.
But after looking at this girl who looked similar to her, he found that he couldn't get angry.
No matter what, I won't let go this time. No matter who the child is, she can only be his.
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When Liang Yimo woke up again, he found himself in a strange room.
She sat up from the bed and looked at the unfamiliar place. The bright moonlight scattered in the bedroom, and the curtains cleverly blocked the shadows in the night. There was a man standing in front of the window. His eyes were like a cheetah in the dark night.
Watch every move of your prey.
The man wore a black nightgown loosely tied around his body, his jade-like black hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, and his upper body exposed a large chest. He was indescribably sexy and evil.
When she woke up, the man was still standing at the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and looking at her quietly.
Liang Yimo was angry, "Ye Chen, what do you want?"
She knew it.
She knew that he would not let her go.
It turned out that there was something wrong with the soup he handed her that night.
She scoffed, not expecting that she could be so easily deceived and believe her.
Ye Chen leaned against the window, looked at her like that, and said, "Yimo, stop making trouble and come back."
have no choice.
There was helplessness in his tone.
He spoke so lightly and dotingly, just like a husband coaxing his disobedient wife.
Liang Yimo had already stood up from the bed and stood barefoot on the wooden floor, "Didn't you let me go already? Ye Chen, we can't go back, we can't go back a long time ago."
Ye Chen suddenly stepped away. He hugged her tightly, holding her domineeringly, fearing that she would disappear, "I regret it, I regretted it a long time ago, I regretted it the moment I let you go,
In the past six years, I have never stopped thinking about you and the smell of your body. I have said before that you can't escape. We are destined to be entangled for life. Let me appoint you. You can't escape. Even if
If you leave, I will find you no matter where in the world you are."
Appoint it.
You appoint it.
This sentence repeated itself in Liang Yimo's mind, entangled and entangled like a curse.
The dead vines on the trees will cling to them until they die, and the vines on the trees will cling to them even to the death.