After sending Liusu back to his villa, Leng Xiao opened the car door and asked her to get out of the car, but she sat still in the car.
Leng Xiao frowned and looked at her, "You want me to hug you?"
Liusu glared at him fiercely and answered the question, "Why did you send me here?"
"My home."
The implication is that it will also be your home. Leng Xiao looked at her with profound meaning.
Liusu hesitated for a long time before getting out of the car and following him into the house.
The interior decoration is very simple, but it still has a simple literary style. After Liusu entered the house, he looked left and right, observing everywhere.
Leng Xiao ignored her and went directly to the kitchen.
In less than half an hour, Miss Wushuang came back. The first time she came back, she saw Leng Xiao coming out of the kitchen carrying a plate.
She was stunned and opened her mouth wide in surprise.
The man still had no expression and casually said, "Wash your hands and eat!"
Wushuang put down her bag and followed Leng Xiao in disbelief, "Brother Xiao, how can you cook by yourself? Can you cook? Why didn't I know you could cook?"
Have you been with him for four years?
In Wushuang's memory, this man had never entered the kitchen, so now that she saw him coming out of the kitchen carrying dishes, she found it strange.
Leng Xiao took off the apron from his waist and handed it to her, "There are still many things you don't know."
Then walked directly upstairs.
Wushuang looked at his back and thought that a moment ago, he pulled Ye Liusu away with him. Could it be that...Ye Liusu was upstairs?
Could it be that this meal was prepared by him for Ye Liusu?
Thinking of this, for some reason, Wushuang, who had always been generous and generous, suddenly felt an unexplained jealousy in his heart.
The jealousy was mixed with a little bit of anger.
…
upstairs
Liusu somehow managed to escape to Leng Xiao's room. On the bedside table was a photo frame, which contained photos of him and her.
She was like an innocent child, nestling in his arms, smiling brightly, and in that smile, she seemed to see something called happiness.
She stared at the photo in a daze. Was she really happy when she was with him?
Why did she forget about him? Why did she choose to leave him in the first place?
As if he felt someone behind him, Liusu turned around suddenly, and sure enough, the man appeared at the door of the room without saying a word.
Liusu smiled awkwardly, "Is this your room?"
Leng Xiao walked over expressionlessly, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and asked her, "You used to look like an angel. Now you, do you know what you look like?"
Liusu didn't understand what he was talking about.
Leng Xiao smiled coldly and strode forward, "You are no different from a witch now."
He threw the photo frame back on the bed, turned around and stared at her, his face cold and gloomy, but his eyes were deep and passionate.
With his Adam's apple rolling, he took a deep breath, pursed his thin lips and said to her, "But even if you are a heinous witch, I have still been thinking about you for the past five years."
"Ye Liusu, how long will you continue to quarrel with me?"
"..." Liusu felt uncomfortable looking at his deep pool-like eyes, and hurriedly avoided his sight and said, "What happened in the past is over, so why are you so petty and entangled until now?"
Woolen cloth?"
She turned around to leave, but he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her, "I said no, I didn't. You are mine, and you can only belong to me, Leng Xiao."
