After leaving Min Yulin's collection room, Huang Jingxian had already prepared dinner and invited Yang Zimei to come over for dinner.
Faced with the warm invitation, Yang Zimei couldn't refuse, so he sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the table full of delicious, tasty and delicious food, Yang Zimei moved her index finger and felt hungry.
Although the Min family was wealthy, she didn't see any servants, so she thought the food on the table was cooked by Huang Jingxian.
Just as he was about to admire him, he saw Min Qinghua wearing an apron and coming out holding a plate of dishes.
He was wearing a dark blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up and an off-white apron. He looked both IKEA and elegant, which made Yang Zimei want to swallow his saliva.
There is no doubt that Min Qinghua looks very charming and sexy like this.
He put down the dishes, and Huang Jingxian stood behind him and helped him take off his apron. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, their eyes harmonious and warm.
Yang Zimei felt envious again——
No matter how many things a person has in his life, nothing can be better than a well-organized family, a harmonious husband and wife, loving each other, and enjoying themselves harmoniously.
She looked at Ming Gang again.
Min Gang was looking at her, with a special kind of affection in his dark eyes, as if he was telling her that he was willing to cook for him and would do everything for her.
In the previous life, he was a high-ranking prince, and she had never blended him with the smell of fireworks.
At that time, she fantasized every day that if she could be with Ming Gang, she would do everything for him, feed him well, drink well, sleep well, and make him comfortable and happy.
Now, Ming Gang has this idea.
If she was still the ignorant and helpless Yang Zimei in her previous life, she and he would never be able to sit together.
It turns out that if you want to achieve the height of love, you must allow yourself to have height.
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After dinner, Yang Zimei took the box of century-old ginseng and said goodbye to go home.
Min Qinghua offered to take her back in a car, but she refused.
It's not far from her home from here, and she doesn't want to trouble him. The bigger reason is that she doesn't want to be alone with him for fear of damaging something.
"I'll send you off on my bicycle!"
Min Gang had already launched his blue bicycle and said happily.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "I can walk by myself."
"Is it because of him?"
"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded, knowing that he was talking about Long Zhutian.
"you like him?"
Yang Zimei pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer because she didn't know how to answer this question.
Long Zhutian, like a tyrannical knife, forced his way into her life, causing her feelings for Min Gang to waver.
Thinking of this name, her heart beat faster, and she was extremely eager to go back and see him lying on her bed with an evil look on her face, letting herself lean on his arm.
Looking at her eyes, something suddenly rippled, and Ming Gang's heart felt sour again. He didn't say anything more, sent her to the door, and watched her go away in a daze.
"Xiao Gang——"
Huang Jingxian walked out, saw her son's face looking lost, and called out lovingly and softly.
"Mom——" Min Gang called back, with a hint of aggrieved disappointment in his tone.
Huang Jingxian reached out and hugged his shoulders, "Xiao Gang, Xiao Mei is not a girl you can touch. Just treat her as a dream and don't hold too much hope."
Huang Jingxian thought of how Yang Zimei killed flies with just one finger on the rooftop and the cuckoo's magical ability to wither. She was filled with awe of her. Therefore, she did not want her son to get too close to her and be harmed.