"I only said she was cute and beautiful." She meant it sincerely, but she had ulterior motives.
"You...you're talking nonsense! Sister, let's go and ignore him." Ming Keai dragged away the worried Yeyin Huan with her face flushed. She was the most blushing person in the Ming family.
Ye Zhehuan stared at her back until she disappeared from sight, "Little cutie, it's because you are the sister of Ming Baishang's daughter, Ming Che. I will never be lenient."
*
Ye Yinhuan pushed open the door, but was startled. A man was standing by her window, with white smoke curling around his generous back. He was smoking again, but tonight he looked no longer the same as before.
His domineering arrogance gave people a feeling of indifference and melancholy. The hand placed on the window rail had a crescent-shaped scar, which was bitten by Ye Yinhuan when he was a child. It is now light pink in color.
On her bed, there was the couple's teddy bear that he asked her to give him on the day he returned to China. He had obviously brought it over just now.
"Brother..." She stood there for a long time, but Mingche didn't turn around, so she spoke first.
Mingche took a cigarette and slowly turned around, looking at her standing at the door. She was like an orchid in a deep valley, so fresh and refined, yet so distant and ethereal. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but couldn't.
Still can't catch it.
"It's summer now, and winter won't come for a long time. Do you remember the first time we saw snow?"
"Yeah." Ye Yinhuan nodded, how could she not remember that the Tuba King insisted that she accompany him to watch the snow, and if she didn't watch, he said he would drive away Brother Zhehuan.
Although she was forced, she remembered clearly that the snow that day was flying all over the sky and was very beautiful.
"Yin Huan..." He reached for her with his long hand, took her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her without any warning.
He hugged her tightly with a force that could almost break her ribs, as if he wanted to embed her into his body. His kiss was no longer as overbearing as before, but instead... it had a bitter, astringent taste.
You have to feel like your heart is broken, as if you want to use up all the kisses today.
"Brother..." She almost suffocated.
Only then did he reluctantly leave her lips and straighten her up.
"Yinhuan, what do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you." He hid the sadness on his face and asked lovingly.
"I just finished eating." Why did she feel that he was very different today.
"But I want to give it to you, what should I do?"
"Then... okay, you do it and I eat it." She said softly.
*
In the kitchen, the elegant prince was busy in the kitchen. She sat outside with her chin in her hands.
She had never seen him cooking and had only eaten beef noodles once. At that time, she didn't know that Mingche had this side. She thought he would only be domineering, sitting in the office and strategizing, winning against thousands of miles away.
Outside, he was so arrogant that she really couldn't put the family man in front of her back together with his image.
The way he cooks is very elegant and artistic, and his profile is also perfect.
"Miss Yinhuan, don't you know that the young master went to learn cooking specifically for you?" An Can, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but tell Ye Yinhuan the truth.
"What?..." She was surprised. He learned it specifically for her.
"Yinhuan, it's time to eat." Mingche put the meat sauce pasta and pizza on the dining table, "Eat."