"Zong Zhenglie, should I pull out that thorn for you..."
Zong Zhenglie was still asleep and could not hear Sheng Xin's words. His fan-like eyelashes rested on his lower eyelids, casting a shadow, his thin lips were reddish, and his nose was straight and his eyebrows were thick.
Sheng Xin suddenly had the urge to lower her head and kiss him.
But it was just a passing thought.
"ah--"
An Ran in the kitchen suddenly exclaimed.
Sheng Xin hurried over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Look!" An Ran pointed at a white plastic bag on the counter and said in horror, "When did our family get so many chicken wings?"
Sheng Xin went over and looked through it, and it was indeed a big bag of fresh chicken wings.
"Did you buy it? Why didn't you put it in the refrigerator? I was shocked!" Suddenly she touched something fleshy, and she thought it was something.
Sheng Xin shook his head, "I didn't buy it. If I had bought it, I wouldn't have gone crazy and bought so much."
These are enough for her to eat for a month.
"Who could that be?" In this family, apart from Sheng Xin, it's me...
"Ah -" Sheng Xin suddenly thought, "It's Zong Zhenglie! He even made it into the newspaper because he bought this thing!"
How could I have forgotten this?
"Does Zong Zhenglie like eating chicken wings so much?" He bought so many? Does this mean he plans to eat chicken wings in the next month?
"Probably not." Sheng Xin shook his head, and a warm current flowed through his heart, "He wants to learn to cook for me. I guess he bought so many because he wanted to practice his skills."
The corner of An Ran's mouth twitched, "I never thought he could do such a romantic thing..." Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and found that Sheng Xin's eyes were red, "Hey, why are you crying?"
"An Ran, I have decided!"
"What?"
"I want to pull out that thorn and give my heart a chance to heal."
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When Zong Zhenglie woke up, it was already noon, and the sun was shining brightly in the living room.
He turned over on the sofa and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The quilt on my body...
"you're awake?"
The sudden sound that reached his ears startled him. He quickly looked up and found that Sheng Xin was sitting on the top of the sofa, staring directly at him.
Zong Zhenglie quickly touched his face, "What's wrong with my face?"
"It's nothing." After hearing what he said, Sheng Xin looked at it carefully and said, "Well, there's a little bit of eye mucus on it."
"Really?" Zong Zhenglie reached out to cover his eyes, "Give me a piece of paper!"
What a shame...
"Go and wash your face. I have something to tell you." Sheng Xin did not give him a piece of paper or laugh at him, but urged him to wash his face quickly.
Zong Zhenglie was puzzled, "Why didn't you go to work and come to watch me wash my face?"
"Go quickly!" Sheng Xin refused to answer the question and chose to stuff him directly into the bathroom.
After washing up for a while, Zong Zhenglie made sure in front of the mirror that he had no flaws before walking out.
As soon as she opened the door, Sheng Xin sat upright on the bed and looked at herself seriously.
Zong Zhenglie frowned, "What on earth are you trying to play with? Why are you acting like this?"
"Zong Zhenglie, sit here." Sheng Xin patted the seat next to him, "I have something to tell you."