Nuan Nuan pursed her lips. There were the City A Film Critics Award, the Gold Medal Award and the College Student Film Festival in February, March and April. The City A International Film Festival was in June, so it was still early. She didn't care whether she could win this award, after all.
I'm still young, so it would be nice to get a consolation prize.
She didn't pay much attention to this.
Suddenly I heard footsteps upstairs, Wen Nuan frowned, and heard the sound of someone walking down. Not long after, the door opened, and Ershao Ye walked in. The two looked at each other, his eyes were as dark as ink, deep and deep.
Seeing the bottom, the two of them looked directly at each other and looked away, neither of them willing to show weakness.
On the first day of the new year, the atmosphere between the two was gloomy, like the weather in early January.
Nuan Nuan turned off the computer and went to bed.
Ye Feimo came out of the bedroom, Wen Nuan pouted, "You really can't afford to be hurt by falling in love with a sultry man."
After a while, there was a snapping sound from the living room, which sounded like a breaking sound. Wen Nuan quickly got up from the bed and ran out. He saw that it was not the living room, but the kitchen. Ye Feimo broke the plate and found something burning in the pot. He
Bending down to pick up the fragments, Wen Nuan said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Ye Feimo was picking up the fragments. When she shouted, he stopped his hands and tightened them subconsciously. The porcelain fragments pierced the palm of his hand, and blood flowed suddenly. Warm eyes shrank, and he hurriedly walked over, pulled Ye Feimo up, "You are so late at night."
What are you doing?"
Seeing that his palm was scratched by a porcelain shard, she felt warm, angry and distressed. She carefully picked out the shards and threw them into the trash can. She turned off the fire, pushed Ye Feimo out, and hurriedly found a medicine box.
Nuan Nuan's face was expressionless, but his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him.
Ye Feimo also looked at her expressionlessly. His long, warm hair in pajamas hung down to his chest. He lowered his head and was cleaning his wounds. He couldn't see her expression clearly. When he thought of her angry expression just now, he frowned.
Frown.
Neither of them spoke. Wen Nuan cleaned the wound, disinfected it, applied medicine, and tied it with a bandage. He raised his eyes and glared at Ye Feimo fiercely. You idiot, you can't even hold a plate.
He must have done it on purpose, it must be a ruse, and she didn't need to pay attention to him.
She noticed that Ye Feimo's hand had been covering her stomach, and her warm eyes pierced, feeling a little painful. She hurriedly threw the medicine box away, stood up and glared at him before going to the kitchen, where Ye Feimo was below.
You bastard, you don’t even say you’re hungry, you’re doing whatever you want. She’s never seen Ye Feimo go to the kitchen and make a scene immediately.
I swept away the debris on the floor and cooked him noodles with warmth and resignation.
"I want to eat spaghetti." Ye Feimo ordered the meal, his face not red and his heart not beating. He looked like it was natural. He Nuan took the kitchen knife and slashed at the chopping board ferociously, furious.
Eating spaghetti in the middle of the night would be nice if there are bones for you to chew on.
Ye Feimo was startled. This woman heard bloody things in the middle of the night. From the perspective of killing people, her actions were very standard.
She is really a nanny, why should she cook for him and let him starve to death?
But she also knows that Ye Feimo is hungry. This guy is very awkward. If he really wants to use a trick, you can't stop him at all.
She cut vegetables and shredded pork, and Wen Wen cooked noodles with vegetables and shredded pork for him. Spaghetti took too much time in the middle of the night, so she should give him Yangchun noodles without adding anything, put salt on the bottom and bring them over to him.
He also picked.
Finally, Wen Nuan thought about it and cracked another egg. It would be better if it was more nutritious.
After it was cooked, it was served warm.
Ye Feimo took a look and looked up at Nuan Nuan expressionlessly, "I said Italy..."
"If you don't eat, I'll use it to clean the toilet." Wen Nuan became angry, and Ye Feimo said decisively: "Eat!"
I guess you know me.
He stabbed his left hand, and his right hand could still be used without any problems. Nuan Nuan sat across from him and looked at him. He was also hungry just now. He wanted to cook some noodles, but in the end he sadly drank a glass of milk and a glass of cucumber juice, but instead he
Eat a big bowl of hot noodles, they look delicious.
Out of sight, out of sight, Wen Nuan was about to get up and leave. Ye Feimo looked at her and said, "Wash the dishes later."
That means, don't leave yet.
Warmth is called an anger. He helps you cook noodles, waits for you to eat and drink, and washes the dishes? This life is impossible to live. It's okay if it's noisy during the day, but in the middle of the night...
It's one o'clock in the morning, and he usually sleeps soundly, so who wants to wait here for him to eat and wash the dishes.
"Don't you know how to wash yourself after eating it?"
"Aren't you taking care of all the housework?" Second Young Master Ye carried out the agreement with an expressionless expression. He was so angry that he kicked the sofa a few times and sat down again. If he hadn't seen him pitifully alone in the middle of the night,
He covered his stomach with noodles and broke the plate. He was stabbed so pitifully that she would not sympathize with him for having to pay for it.
That's too much.
Ye Feimo ate very slowly, and the food was very delicious. He didn't know if he was hungry, so the food tasted very delicious, and he was so greedy that his mouth watered.
"Always eat in the middle of the night, be careful to become fat." Wen Nuan pursed his lips and said. If you don't have a good stomach, you don't eat on time. Some people deserve it. Ye Feimo eats a lot all day long, so why doesn't he gain weight?
Ye Feimo ate the noodles deliciously, ignoring Wen Nuan's complaints.
Nuan Nuan looked at his hand. The shave just now was not very serious, but it seems inappropriate to attend a wedding tomorrow with a bandage on it. Maybe he should wear gloves.
Besides, he is also the best man, which is very unlucky.
But he seemed to be unconscious. He ate the noodles, pushed the bowl, and Nuan Nuan took it to wash. She was such a competent nanny that she almost didn't wash his underwear.
When she came back from washing the dishes, Ye Feimo was no longer in the living room. She pouted her mouth and went away when she was full. She didn't even say hello. If it was too much, she turned off the lights and entered the bedroom. She thought that this person ran upstairs.
Unexpectedly, he had already changed into his pajamas and was lying on the bed. He also yawned lazily, a standard type of sleeping after eating.
"Go up and sleep." Wen Nuan said coldly. They were in a cold war. Is it okay to sleep together? There was no Cold War atmosphere at all. Miss Wen had obviously forgotten that in fact, she had just cooked noodles for him and washed the dishes for him, which was nothing.
Cold War atmosphere.
Ye Feimo didn't dump her, didn't even give her a look, and went to bed in warmth and depression.
I used this trick every time we quarreled, keeping silent. After a few days of cold war, I used the bitter meat trick to force her to submit. Ye Feimo, in your eyes, I am so stupid and so easy to coax. You shed two drops of blood and pretend to be pitiful.
Just pretend that nothing happened, you would be too whimsical.
