Chapter 1885

It is better for him to tell the truth from his mouth when he and she are alone than for her to hear it from others in the near future.

Gong MINGYE patted her on the back and comforted her silently.

For a long time, an Yimo tried to be calm and said, "can you... Turn off the light?"

"Good." Gong Ming turned off the lamp at the head of the bed in the night, and the room became dark.

An Yimo rolled to the edge of the bed. It seemed that he didn't think the room was dark enough. He wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

Like the darkness in the darkness, she can force herself to forget the pain and sorrow temporarily.

Gong MINGYE reaches out her hand and wants to touch her, but her state obviously doesn't want anyone to spy on her weakness.

With a sigh, he finally withdrew his hand, put on his clothes, walked out of the room and stood outside the door.

It might be better to leave her alone tonight.

In the middle of the night, Gong Ming's phone rings in the corridor like a life threatening sign.

When LAN Yurou returns to LAN's home, naturally many close people will call to ask.

Gong MINGYE is not in the mood to explain anything to others. The only thing he cares about now is the people in the room. He simply turned off his mobile phone, and the quiet night was completely restored.

How long did an Yimo stay in the room, and how long did Gong Ming night stay outside.

Early the next morning, an Yimo opened the door and suddenly saw a figure standing outside, which scared her.

An Yimo patted her chest and complained, "what are you doing here? It scared the hell out of me

The palace night doesn't say a word, just quietly looking at her.

Ann wiped her face and asked, "what do you want me to do? I have dirt on my face? "

Normal is the only word that comes to mind in Gongming night.

One night later, she acted too normal, as if she had completely forgotten what he said last night.

It's just this normal that makes Gong Ming's heart ache.

Gong Ming night did not dare to directly ask her mood or how, for fear that if she was not careful, it would hurt her.

So he also said in a normal tone, "there's no dirt, just want to look at you."

"Screw you." An Yimo pushed him, "get out of the way, don't stand in the door. How about my cooking this morning? What would you like to eat? "

"Noodles."

"..." an Yimo was silent, and noodles seemed to be her only skill.

She snorted, "you look down on me too much. My mother can do all kinds of cooking. I'm sure I'm not bad at cooking. You wait. I'll make you a full table this morning. "

Words fall, an with Mo push him to go downstairs, still don't forget to remind a way, "in my cooking period, you can't enter the kitchen, know?"

After death, hear Gong Ming night return a way, "good."

Ann Yimo put on her apron and began to cook in a decent way.

Think early in the morning, not too extravagant, fried eggs should be no problem.

However, she imagines her mother cooking at home, following her mother's steps.

In the end, it failed. I could hardly recognize the appearance of an egg.

Her second attempt, her third attempt

Until the eggs at home have been all wasted by her, an Yimo just stops and looks at the dark frying pan quietly with her eyebrows closed. She has a severe pain in her heart.

She just wanted to prove that she was my mother's daughter.