Xia Tong, who had escaped from Disheng, hurriedly stopped a taxi and rushed towards Yichen Community without stopping. In the car, she borrowed the driver's cell phone and called Yi Chu.
After a brief beep, "Tongtong, are you okay?"
His voice was calm and gentle as usual, without any emotion. Hearing this, Xia Tong breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, I'm just worried about you. Where are you now?"
"You are at home, do you want to come over? I made a lot of delicious things, which you like to eat."
Xia Tong felt her throat was a little blocked, so she nodded: "Well, I'm about to go there."
"Be careful and stay safe on the road."
When Yi Chulai opened the door, he was holding a spatula in his hand, as if he was cooking. He pulled her in and said, "There are still dishes that are not ready, please sit down first."
Xia Tong nodded, "Do you need my help?"
"Forget it." He laughed, "Just don't make it worse."
Xia Tong was so angry that he simply leaned against the kitchen door wall, holding his chin and staring at him in the kitchen motionlessly. He couldn't help but sigh, watching a beautiful man cooking is also an ultimate enjoyment.
A well-tailored red shirt is simple and elegant. It fits tightly on his body and outlines his smooth figure. It is indescribably alluring. Very few men can wear such a sexy color as rose red.
He is just as good-looking, and he doesn't look frivolous at all. Instead, he just feels extremely elegant and elegant.
It's just that Senior Yi, who is so clean, was slandered like that for no reason. Whenever Xia Tong thinks about what happened in the morning, his whole body will tremble with anger.
"What's wrong, are you stupid?" Yi Chu came out with a plate of dishes. Seeing her stunned, he waved his hand in front of her.
Xia Tong finally came to his senses, smiled sheepishly, and said nothing.
He put the food on the table one by one, took off his apron, and said: "Okay, eat quickly, haven't you been waiting for a long time?"
Xia Tong looked at the table full of delicious and delicious food. His stomach was obviously growling with hunger, but he had no desire to eat.
"I--."
"Eat this, your favorite sweet and sour pork. I wonder how it went today." Yi Chu gave her a chopstick.
Xia Tong looked at the bowl full of bright red food, stretched out his chopsticks, and put them down again. He took a breath and decided not to escape anymore: "Senior Yi, I read today's newspaper..."
"Huh?" He lowered his head to eat, his expression indifferent.
"Those are not true, right?" Xia Tong asked, his tone urgent.
Yi Chu put down his chopsticks, leaned back slowly, and closed his beautiful eyes.