The Most Beautiful Years Met You [Sixty-Five] Silent Watching in the Kitchen
She stood on the small bench, just eye level with Yu Zhongxiao, staring into his deep eyes, with the sink between her waist and her toes curled up unconsciously.
"How old are you and you have a boyfriend?" He asked in a low voice.
The base of Ye Hehuan's ears felt a little hot, but she still looked back at him and said unyieldingly: "Who said you can't have a boyfriend at a young age?"
"It turns out you also know that you are young."
Yu Zhongxiao stared at her with deep eyes, and the man's voice was calm and powerful, which was a certainty that could not be argued by an eighteen-year-old girl: "If you don't have time to fall in love, it's better to focus on your studies, and you're not allowed to go to places you shouldn't."
Go, and no more smoking or drinking."
"Isn't college just about talking about love? Besides, it's not normal for women to smoke. How many of those female celebrities are not addicted to cigarettes-"
"You still feel quite proud?" He asked in a slightly stiff tone.
Ye Hehuan's hands were picking at the edge of the sink, his eyes were looking away, and his voice was lowered: "I'm discussing things with you."
The doorbell of the apartment suddenly rang.
"I'll open the door!" Ye Hehuan jumped off the bench and ran out of the kitchen without wearing any shoes.
After rounding the corner, she slowed down and her heartbeat was a little erratic. Just before the doorbell rang, Yu Zhongxiao came closer to her intentionally or unintentionally. His warm breath on her cheeks and his deep eyes made her feel like being trapped.
A ball of fire burned the body...
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The person who rang the doorbell was the lady in the elevator just now.
She was holding a plate in her hand, which contained a quarter of a black forest cake. She opened the door and smiled happily: "I was worried that I pressed the wrong doorbell. This is the cake I baked in the morning. It's just me and my child at home."
, I couldn’t finish it, I thought you little girls would like it, so I got some for you.”
Ye Hehuan was a little embarrassed, but still took the plate: "Then wait a moment, I will pour out the cake."
When I returned to the kitchen, the man was gone.
After cleaning the dishes, Ye Hehuan took them out and returned them. The lady was looking at the apartment. Seeing her coming out, she smiled slightly and mentioned casually: "This house is brand new. Is it planned to be a wedding room?"
Which unit does your boyfriend work in, and doesn’t he come home often?"
Ye Hehuan grew up in an environment where, due to her family background, there were not many people who tried their best to establish relationships with her.
As soon as the lady spoke, she immediately thought of the two stripes and two stars on Yu Zhongxiao's training uniform.
Some things are excusable and not objectionable, just because they have nothing to do with her.
"You misunderstood. He is my uncle. I am here as a guest and will go home in two days. As for where he works, I don't know very well."
"That's it..." The wife looked quite embarrassed and didn't talk to her any more. She left on the pretext of boiling water at home.
Ye Hehuan closed the door and stood at the entrance for a while before returning to the kitchen.
There was a cup on the counter, half filled with water, which should have been left by Yu Zhongxiao.
She held the water glass in her hand, brushed the faint lip lines on the rim of the glass with her thumb, and gently shook the glass. The water in the glass was rippling, just like her mood at the moment.
She was vaguely aware of something strange about Yu Zhongxiao today, but this strangeness made her have the urge to run away.
What Han Jingqiu said to Yin Lian last night, as well as the lie he told when he answered the phone just now, were connected together, making her have to think about other things, and even speculated whether it was because Jiang Hui was not in Fengcheng, and she had previously
After pestering him so shamelessly, he is now bored and empty, so he wants to play with her?
Compared with a clear relationship between men and women, men always like to play without any responsibility.
Once this thought popped up, it could not be easily eliminated. It even turned into a sharp spear, piercing her mind and catching her off guard.
Looking at the vegetables in the sink, she regretted why she had to cook for herself.
Otherwise, you can find an excuse to go out now...
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The landline phone rang in the living room.
Putting away his messy thoughts, Ye Hehuan thought of a certain man who was 'not at home', and then went out to answer the phone. It was Han Jingqiu.
"I'm still outside. I probably won't be able to go back in time at noon. You can go downstairs and have a meal. There is change in the drawer of the computer desk in the study. Just take it yourself..."
After explaining this, Han Jingqiu hung up the phone.
Putting down the phone, Ye Hehuan turned around. By coincidence, Yu Zhongxiao also came out of the master bedroom. He had already changed out of his muddy training clothes and was wearing clean military trousers and military lining. At first glance, he saw her
In his eyes, his figure looked particularly tall and straight.
But the next second, she withdrew her gaze and entered the kitchen without raising her head.
Sometimes when avoiding a person, I always find a good reason for myself in advance, as if I am ready to use it to offend that person at any time.
Ye Hehuan took out the ingredients from the bag and tried to look like he was too busy to care about anything else.
While washing tomatoes, she heard Yu Zhongxiao talking on the phone in the living room, and occasionally heard one or two bursts of low laughter.
However, this situation only served to highlight her dilemma.
Ye Hehuan picked up the kitchen knife and cut the tomatoes with extra force, as if venting his anger, muttering in his heart, laugh, laugh, what's so funny!
…
While she was squatting next to the trash can peeling winter melon, footsteps came from the kitchen door, with the gentle and steady sound unique to a man.
Ye Hehuan held Winter Melon's hand tightly, resisting not to look back, and pretended to be calm and continued what he was doing.
Yu Zhongxiao didn't walk in, he stood at the door.
She heard the sound of a lighter lighting up a cigarette, and could feel his eyes locked on her. She could even imagine that when he took the first puff of cigarette, he would slightly squint his eyes, and then slowly protrude the thick white smoke ring...
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The air in the kitchen was filled with the choking smell of tobacco.
Yu Zhongxiao leaned against the door frame, showing a very casual posture, his eyes fixed on the slender back.
After peeling the winter melon, Ye Hehuan stood up, took the chicken wings and washed them under the faucet. Her back was turned to her, and she didn't even glance at him from the corner of her eye, but the man's burning eyes seemed to burn him to ashes, and she kept
Rinse your hands with cold water to calm your erratic heartbeat.
She couldn't deny that just the look in his eyes was enough to make her confused, whether it was because of fear or something else.
After Ye Hehuan took a shower, it was the same again. The man didn't speak from the beginning to the end. He just stood silently at the door and smoked. He never took his eyes away from her body. Such silent gaze made her heart beat faster and faster.
It seemed like it was about to pop out of my throat.
When the cigarette was about to burn to the end, Yu Zhongxiao suddenly stood up straight and walked slowly towards her.
Hearing the footsteps, Ye Hehuan suddenly turned around. He was already in front of her. He saw the green military lining in his eyes. He threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. She lowered her head and heard Yu Zhongxiao's deep and pleasant voice: "
Girls, don’t wear pants so short, go change them.”
"No matter how you wear it, why is it short?" Ye Hehuan muttered with dissatisfaction in his voice.
Yu Zhongxiao's eyes stayed on her shorts that reached the top of her thighs: "Go and change them, don't let me repeat it a third time."
Even though she was unhappy in her heart, she returned to the room after all.
When Ye Hehuan pulled out a pair of trousers from the suitcase and put them on, Ye Hehuan scolded the man in his heart. He was either indifferent or acting domineering towards her. What's wrong with her wearing denim shorts?
She just likes to wear it. After returning to city B, she will wear it every day. Is it possible that he can still look at her?
…
Coming out of the room, Yu Zhongxiao was sitting in the living room watching TV, which was a military channel of CCTV.
Sure enough, if people are boring, so will the programs they like.
The man seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head, and glanced at her with deep eyes. Ye Hehuan rolled his eyes, and then went back to the kitchen to cook. After entering, he found that the rice cooker was already there.
While the rice was cooking, the cuttlefish originally placed on the chopping board was also cut.
Ye Hehuan stared at the cuttlefish cut into flowers, his technique was very skillful and definitely not something that a novice in cooking could do.
After working on it for a long time, she never expected that Yu Zhongxiao could actually cook.
At this moment, Ye Hehuan felt annoyed that she had been deceived. She wanted to go out and question him, and also wanted to drag him in and let him do it on his own. However, she hesitated before she reached the door. She did not have the confidence to stand in front of him.
Still so eloquent, he simply went back to cooking.
After cooking two dishes, Ye Hehuan found that there was not much soy sauce left, so she went to the small supermarket downstairs to buy a bottle.
When she was changing her shoes at the entrance, the man was standing on the balcony answering the phone. He was in a good mood. She glared at him fiercely before pushing the door open and going out.
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After buying soy sauce and walking downstairs to the apartment, Ye Hehuan saw a jeep with military license plates on the roadside.
Her steps paused, but she finally climbed up the steps.
Standing at the door of the apartment, through the security door, Ye Hehuan could vaguely hear the voices inside. Maybe it was because she was born with a loud voice as a soldier, but she seemed to have never heard Yu Zhongxiao yell. What she heard most was 'um'
Yeah, his character is so dull that it’s outrageous...
Ye Hehuan rang the doorbell, and a voice immediately came from inside: "It's coming, it's coming!"
