When Xia Zhenai came down from upstairs after taking a bath, she found that Leng Haoxuan was missing. She walked into the kitchen suspiciously and saw Gao Ting standing busy in front of the glass table.
There was also a burst of aroma, and the soup in the pot was bubbling.
"Don't stand at the door. Go out to the living room and rest."
Xia Zhenai was startled, his eyes were on the back of his head?!
Leng Haoxuan slowly turned around and looked at Xia Zhenai.
"There's a lot of smoke in the kitchen, get out!"
Xia Zhenai frowned: "Haoxuan, do you need my help?"
"If you really want to help me, go out and give me a rest." Leng Haoxuan turned around and cut vegetables skillfully: "Also, if you want to drink the soup on the table, you should rest your stomach first."
"oh……"
Xia Zhenai turned around, walked to the dining table, and sat down blankly.
Looking at the bowl of fragrant soup in front of me, I couldn't help but take a sip.
This is chicken soup, it's delicious.
It is fragrant but not greasy, light and sweet.
In her memory, she had never tasted chicken soup with this taste, but when she took the first sip, the familiar taste immediately lingered in her heart.
It seemed as if she had drank it before.
So strange...
Is it because of her amnesia?
Xia Zhenai tried hard to recall, and in an instant, some fragmented pictures suddenly appeared in her mind.
Swinging by like a revolving lantern——
It passed by so quickly that she couldn't catch it.
As the screen flickered, Xia Zhenai felt a faint stabbing pain coming from her head. She covered her head with one hand in an attempt to relieve the pain.
Suddenly, a deep voice came from above the head: "Have a headache?"
Xia Zhenai suddenly raised his eyes and met Leng Haoxuan's worried eyes. His distracted eyes suddenly condensed. Did he find anything?
Leng Haoxuan frowned, sat down next to her, stroked her head with his big hand, and stared at her closely: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine."
"to be honest!"
Xia Zhenai pursed her lips: "I just thought of something, but when I think about it hard, my head hurts."
"Then don't think about it, let alone force yourself." Leng Haoxuan leaned over, kissed her forehead, and comforted her: "Everything in the past is not important, I just want you to be well, do you understand?"
"Yeah!" Xia Zhenai nodded: "As long as I don't forget you, I don't care about anything."
Leng Haoxuan's eyes darkened: "Drink the soup first."
"good……"
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After dinner.
Xia Zhenai is sitting on the sofa, habitually writing in her diary with a notebook.
It seems that when she writes about happy things, she can't help but curl her lips and laugh.
When Leng Haoxuan walked out of the study, he saw this scene——
His beloved little woman stared at the notebook in trance. She didn't know what she saw and saw something happy, with a sweet smile on her face.
There was even a faint brilliance in her eyes.
Beautiful and charming...
Such a picture is peaceful and beautiful.
Leng Haoxuan stood at the door of the study, staring at her deeply.
This is his Xia Xia.
As peaceful and pure as ever.
Let him be willing to spoil you to the bone and never regret it for the rest of his life.
Xia Zhenai finished writing her diary, locked it and put the notebook away. As soon as she stood up, she saw the person standing at the door of the study and was stunned.
"Haoxuan?"
Leng Haoxuan narrowed his eyes and walked towards her calmly.
He quickly pulled her to sit on the sofa and pulled Xia Zhenai into his arms.
Xia Zhenai reached out and touched his cheek, curled her lips, and said proudly: "Haoxuan, were you peeking at me just now?"