Chapter 732

When he came to the stairway, he saw that the light in his study was still on. Yingyang walked past. It was more than eleven o'clock in the evening, and he was still busy.

The door of the study was closed, Yingyang stood at the door, didn't go in, pondered a little, and went downstairs. Sure enough, the things she bought were piled up at the door, and the sofa was in a mess.

Thinking of the hot scene on the sofa just now, Ying Yang's face turned red. Hurry to clean up each other's messy clothes on the ground, and then put them in the laundry room, put the clothes that are afraid of wrinkles in the net pocket, zip them up, put them in the washing machine, and wash them.

I just came back to clean up the things at the door. It's midnight. Let's cook some snacks. She's a little hungry, too!

He was busy in the kitchen when he suddenly looked up and saw Zhuo Yongchang.

He stood at the door, leaning against it, looking at her with a burning eye. "What are you cooking?"

Ying Yang's eyes are even more inadvertently touched his untied shirt twist button, looming out that solid chest, she is looking at. And his deep cold eyes were staring at her sharply, and his face turned red suddenly. In embarrassment, he even stammered, "I, I cook some midnight oil."

With that, she did not dare to meet his aggressive eyes, but dropped her head, looked at her toes, looked at the pattern on the slippers, very formal.

After two * sessions, she found that she was a little embarrassed to face him.

She is now wearing pajamas, hair disorderly tied a ponytail, wearing a floral apron, looks natural and home. He stood at the door, looking at her, and felt that in fact, such an ordinary life, nothing bad!

"How fragrant He said and came over. He came down when he heard the movement of the laundry room.

"You, have you never eaten?" Ying Yang smiles a little and is surprised.

"Well!" Zhuo Yongchang smiles at her. He seldom smiles, but it's strange to smile at her at the moment. But the way he smiles is really good-looking. The corners of his lips are up, showing a little teeth, and his deep and clear eyebrows make him feel good-looking no matter how he looks.

In the face of his smile, he always seems to feel a little naughty. His eyes are big and deep. If he is a child, he must smile like Barbie. I don't know how beautiful his child will be in the future. But she hasn't used contraception. Will she have his child?

In a flash, I don't know why I think of these. Ying Yang is busy stirring the red bean porridge in the pot. "The porridge will be ready soon!"

"Who did you learn to cook like this?" Cold, Zhuo Yongchang spoke again.

"Neighbor, a grandfather!" She whispered.

When she was a child, Sully didn't care about her. She was busy socializing and meeting men in private all day. She had a good meal of her own. Grandfather Chen, a neighbor, is a cook in the factory. He often cooks. When she was a child, she was clever. Even though she was not very smart, the neighbors treated her well when they saw her clever. After a long time, she learned to cook with him, but when he was a freshman in high school, he died, and she cried very sad.

When her grandfather swept her grave, he thought of going to her grave.

"Is it?" He picked his eyebrows and said, "wait for me to meet this grandfather, too!"

"He's dead!" She suddenly lowered her voice, a little sad. She grew up, because sully's reputation is not good, many people see themselves are strange eyes. There are only a few neighborhoods that really like her. She feels very little family affection, and grandfather Chen is one of them.

Seeing that she lowered her eyes, Zhuo Yongchang went over, raised her chin and looked at her. "Very sad?"

"Well!" She did not deny it.

"Is Yingyang a child with strong feelings?" He asked suddenly.

Su Yingyang raised his eyes and looked at the pretty face close at hand. His pretty face was particularly clear and eye-catching under the light, and his mouth raised a radian. His eyes were deep and fixed on her without blinking. At this time, Ying Yang was stunned by his attentive eyes, how suddenly he felt flustered and at a loss, and the whole person became nervous. She nodded her head in a panic! I'm sorry! "

"Good boy!" His tone was gentle. He lowered his head and gave her a kiss on the forehead. It was a kind of cherished tenderness.

Ying Yang's heart suddenly trembled, so strong, so urgent, feel a heart seems to be crazy to jump out, can't help looking at him.

Zhuo Yongchang's dark eyes were like a dark whirlpool, with a faint smile, hard to touch.

Ying Yang used to wrinkle his nose, pursed his mouth and said in a soft voice: "I'm not a child!"

He laughed!

He was so close that she instinctively shrunk her shoulders.

He didn't change his posture. A fresh smell came to her face and made her breathe disorderly. Ying Yang is a little dazed, slightly lowers his head, but he picks up his chin and suddenly realizes the ambiguity between him and himself.

Previously, she had never considered whether it was appropriate for her to do so. Wasn't it just a marriage between her and him? Don't be emotional! She is afraid that if she is not careful, she will be doomed!

Now, however, she, Yingyang, who met Zhuo Yongchang before, was obviously a little panicked, but she still managed to keep calm.From his point of view, you can see her slender neck, black and long hair is simply tied up by a rubber band, slightly glowing. Her neck was tiny and bright, and her ears were red.

A warm current suddenly gushed out of his chest and spread out. His throat was a little stiff. Finally he straightened up and said with a smile: "Yingyang, you are not afraid of anyone. You are like a warrior in front of uncle and uncle. How can you be like a little white rabbit here?"

Ying Yang was flustered again.

Then, the pressure in front of her eyes suddenly increased. She heard him say in a low voice: "there is only one answer. You really love me! Yingyang, right? "

She suddenly froze, the smile on Zhuo Yongchang's face gradually expanded, and the smile was so bright.

"I..." Yingyang face is a red, "I did not."

Zhuo Yongchang laughed: "Su Yingyang, if you don't love me, will you agree that I touch you?"

Her eyes suddenly widened.

His head came down and blocked her lips. "In fact, I know you and Mo Chenyuan are innocent, but I don't like you to be close to men, you can only have me!"

His breath sprayed on her face, and her heart was stirred again.

Now, seeing her face in front of her, Zhuo Yongchang can't help laughing. This girl is brave to everyone, but she is flustered to herself. If she doesn't have feelings, will she agree to marry herself? The answer is no!

Zhuo Yongchang pondered for a long time in his study and determined one thing, that is, Su Yingyang had feelings for herself, but did he know her before? Is she, like all women, a flower maniac? Should not? If it's a flower maniac, Mo Chenyuan is by her side. Why didn't she marry him?

However, at this moment, he found that he liked the feeling of being liked by her.

Ying Yang's heart is shocked. Facing the man in front of him, Ying Yang also wants to be calm. However, I don't know why, in front of him, she was like a child who did something wrong. She could only look at her nose, nose and heart, and even didn't dare to move.

Suddenly, there was a strange smell in the air, very pungent.

"What's the taste?" Zhuo Yongchang let go of her with a low cry.

Ying Yang cried anxiously, "my porridge!"

The porridge is burnt!

The pot was smoking heavily.

Ying Yang quickly turned off the fire, turned on the range hood and took away the strange smell, but a pot of porridge was scrapped. She stood in front of the stove, looking at a pot of porridge, black smoke, Du mouth, Jiao said: "it's all you, my porridge is over!"

He chuckled. "It looks like I'm going hungry!"

"No, I'll cook noodles. Do you like noodles?" She asked him back.

"Well! Not bad! " He's really hungry anyway.

"Then I'll cook noodles for you!" Yingyang immediately prepared another pot, washed it, boiled water, then went to the refrigerator and took two eggs and two tomatoes.

She's going to make tomato egg noodles. "Go ahead and do something. Just wait for ten minutes! I'm cooking you a small dish! "

Said, and then took a knife brush a few times will be diced tomatoes, and washed a peeled lettuce cut, but also made a point of garlic, made a point of pepper, ginger. Remove the red bean porridge pot just now, change another pot, open the stove, turn on the fire of both pots, pour oil, skillfully put the beaten eggs into the pot.

On one side, Zhuo Yongchang didn't leave. Instead, he carefully watched Yingyang's series of actions. He watched her stir fry the eggs into golden yellow, then put them out, and then stir fry the tomatoes. He really found that her cooking skills were set by set. It seemed that she was a good wife and mother type woman.

"Why stir fry separately?" Zhuo Yongchang couldn't help asking.

"Because I'm afraid the fried eggs are too old to taste good!" Ying Yang naturally replied, and then went on with his work.

After a while, scrambled tomato and eggs, and stir fried lettuce strips. Then she put the dry noodles into the pot. After a while, the noodles were all right. It was delicious.

"Well! It's ready to eat! " He took off his apron and gave Zhuo Yongchang a smile.

Zhuo Yongchang looked at her all the time. He helped her to put it on the table. He looked at her for less than 15 minutes.

They sat down to eat noodles. Yingyang didn't eat much, but Zhuo Yongchang poured everything into her stomach after she finished eating.

Ying Yang is very happy to see that he has eaten all the things he cooked again. Just as he is about to clean up the dishes, he has stopped her. "It's too late. Go upstairs today and clean up tomorrow morning!"

"No!" Ying Yang shook his head. "Very soon, you go to wash first, I will go up after washing!"

Zhuo Yongchang looks at her and has to go upstairs first. When he leaves, Yingyang brushes the dishes and washes the pots. She remembers that the clothes are in the washing machine and are still ironed. Then she runs to the laundry room and takes the clothes out of the washing machine and irons them.

More than half an hour has passed.Zhuo Yongchang saw that she didn't come back to rest after washing, so he had to come downstairs to find her. There was no kitchen. He came to the laundry room again. Sure enough, he saw her ironing his shirt carefully.

He stood at the door. For the first time, a woman ironed his clothes. Even if he lived with Chu LAN before, Chu Lan was not as virtuous as Ying Yang. He looked at such a scene, his eyes were soft.