Chapter 33

It's really a woman that people don't understand. She stares at him one second before and looks at the exquisitely carved bed of Shanghuang pear wood one second later. She looks sad as if she will cry at any time.

Have you ever lived here with someone she loves? What's the matter with that person? Will she have the feeling of burying herself?

His heart, with her expression suddenly tightened, as if there was an invisible hand in his chest, holding his heart tightly.

"It's not your hobby to run into a big man's room in a daze in the afternoon, is it?" When the sarcastic words came out, he held his chest in his hands and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Once born, twice familiar, he even began to get used to communicating with her in such a tone.

Good. She's finally recovered.

Mo Hui seems to be electrified for a moment. He looks at Zhang lingshuo with trembling eyes. He is wearing good quality clothes and looks at her leisurely.

She was silent.

"If you don't start, I'm afraid there's no place to sleep tonight." He added leisurely, looking at the setting sun.

Her eyes shook for a moment, then she lowered her head and put the thing gently on the ground.

He's not leaving. He's just packing up so she can clean up?

She was a little relieved by this recognition. Heart, in his invisible place slowly relax.

"Is it hard? Do you think I'm going to leave, so you feel sad?" He was in a good mood to tease the little woman with her back to him. He didn't know that he would talk so much with her in silence.

The wringing towel hand stopped for a moment, and continued to move on as if nothing had happened.

This man is so confident that people want to hit him with a towel.

Don't use cotton soaked in water to clean the wood according to its texture. After cleaning, quickly wipe it with a dry towel to prevent any water stains on the wood, otherwise it will corrode the wood.

Zhang lingshuo looked at her half squatting beside the bed busy, small face soon on the thick sweat.

She snorted, took a step, grabbed the dry towel to finish the next step for her, and carefully wiped the place she had just cleaned with cotton.

Mo Hui was surprised and looked up at him, then continued to keep busy.

Time, bit by bit flow.

The pace of the night also quietly into the dark cover on the room, two people will need to care in the room equipment care end.

Zhang lingshuo put down the towel and collected his things without saying a word. His face was still a thousand miles away. He looked at her, found that she was quietly packing, turned and left, and he followed.

"What do you do with it?" Don't look back at each other.

"I'm hungry. I'm going to the kitchen." Zhang lingshuo came back.

The little face froze and turned red again. Finally, I could only walk downstairs without saying a word.

She was so annoyed by him that she almost lost her mind. All afternoon, he accompanied her like a shadow. The strong air pressure radiated down and made her almost breathless. In my heart, I was angry and angry. I wanted to leave immediately, but I was not willing to leave the warmth that belonged to him.

The operation two years ago had already dragged her down. During the time when she needed to recuperate most, she looked everywhere for a place where she could live quietly, but found that she could not stay anywhere and could not accept people's strange eyes looking at her. As a result, she was wandering, her diet became extremely abnormal, and she was in a trance, not to mention taking good care of her body. Over time, she began to fear the cold, even in the hot summer, she often shivered with cold.

And he, but know nothing, contented in her side, he does not know anything, let her have no reason to angry.

Don't think about it in a dull way. Your heart is surging and your eyes are slightly hot.

The wrist is held by a gentle force, which penetrates into her skin. The warmth makes her love and hate.

"What are you doing?"

"You haven't had dinner yet." His soft voice entered her ears.

"So what?" She put on a cold face again.

"If your stubbornness can satisfy you, I don't mind being an onlooker, appreciating your stubbornness, which is very pleasing to the eye. But your stomach is clearly hungry. " He laughed, white teeth shining in the light, and looked at her belly with a certain expression.

“……” His face suddenly turned red, thinking it would be his taunt again.

"Let's try the skills of the president of Zhang's group." He just picked his eyebrows and led into the small kitchen.

She still stares at him. She has never seen him cook before. A man like him is not suitable for the kitchen. He is suitable for planning strategies in the company and instructing them about Zhang's country. Once he frowns, others will be afraid to do something. With a wave of his hand, he can solve all the problems, and he does.

as like as two peas, he was not in a small kitchen with any sense of violation, and his posture was spinning around the small stove. His movements were not very smooth, but he seemed to be absorbed in his work, because his attention was almost the same as that of his work.

He always goes all out to do what he wants to do, even if it's just a small thing.Zhang lingshuo cut the meat, green onion and xihongjian, and the water on the stove was boiling. He put the noodles into the boiling water, stirred the noodles in the pot with chopsticks, and let all the noodles soak in the boiling water. Until the noodles became soft one by one, he took most of the cold water from the empty bowl, and then put the noodles into the big bowl.

Wash the pan again, heat the oil, put the cut xihongben into the pan and stir fry until it gives off a sweet smell. Add proper amount of water. After the water boils, put down the salted meat slices, put the noodles back into the pan again, cook for one minute, sprinkle green scallions, and all the work is over.

He washed two bowls, served noodles and brought them to the woman sitting at the table.

"Eat and see, that's all I can do." He said that he didn't have much interest in the kitchen, so his cooking skills were just average.

Mo Hui took the chopsticks and ate them silently, with the sweet smell of Xihong, the fragrance of scallion, and the pure and thick flavor of noodles. When a person cooks food, he can see his mood at that time. This noodle soup is pure and sweet. It can be seen that when he cooks food, he is wholehearted and happy.

After a few mouthfuls, the familiar taste of youth came out in her mouth. As a young man, he was not good or bad to her, but one of the rare warmth in her youth. She sometimes thought that if he could hurt her when she was young, she would not love him. It was just that he was not a gentle person to the familiar people, so she cherished the pitiful warmth.

Now, he's treating her like this again.

Clearly bad hopeless people, but always can not easily give her a little warm, let her fall in love with such a taste, can not stop.

Hot face, hot soup rolled into the throat, hot air let her nose up fine sweat.

Zhang lingshuo ate two mouthfuls of noodles, then divided his mind. Yu Guang couldn't help looking at the little woman whose face was almost buried in the bowl.

She is too serious, too quiet, eating as if fighting, hot soup gas flushed her cheek, let her look more energetic.

Once again, in his heart, he overlapped the women in front of him with Mo Hui. They ate in a similar way.

Mo Hui raised his head from the big bowl and bumped into such a pair of exploring eyes. Their eyes collided with each other. She wanted to move away, but couldn't move away. Her eyes couldn't help looking directly into his black and pretty eyes.

There was a smile in his eyes as she looked back.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and reached for her.

She was stunned for a moment, trying to avoid, but could not move. Feel his big hand, gently brush her lips, the smile in the eyes deepened. He was so close, so close that he almost touched her face.

And she saw her own reflection in his pure black eyes, and he saw his own reflection in her clear black and white eyes.

Holding her breath, she reluctantly regained her senses and pushed him away. She jumped far away and glared angrily at him: "don't think I should thank you for a bowl of noodles!"

With a deeper smile, he raised his index finger as if nothing had happened. There were reddish soup and green scallions on the index finger. "I just want to wipe the corner of your mouth for you."

The pale face turned red again.

He raised the soup stained with food to his lips, kept his eyes on her face, and gently extended his tongue to lick it. "It's really sweet."

This time, his face was even more red, and his neck was almost red.

Mo huifei quickly turned around and left. He turned around at the corner and glared at him.

Her back stare in exchange for Zhang lingshuo's clear laughter, which has not disappeared for a long time.

Is their relationship getting better now?

It should count. Although Mo Hui still didn't give him any good face, he could feel her slight change.

It's not a feeling, because the attitude is a little obvious.

Most of her rooms are the same as they were hundreds of years ago. Except for electricity and Internet, everything else is the same as it was in ancient times.

There is no big problem in life, but it is always inconvenient, especially the problem of water use. The nearest spring pool is about 1000 meters away from her home. Every day, she has to pick up the water from there. In the past, Zhang Qing was in charge of it. After Zhang Qing left, Uncle Wang helped to pick it up. It was too troublesome.

So, he asked her if she would mind if he could lead the spring water pipeline?

She didn't have any expression on her face. She replied casually!

In the afternoon of that day, he had people lead the water pipe. He also built a water tower in the back hill behind the house, and pumped water into the tower by motor. Therefore, in her inconvenient house, there were several more modern faucets and an electric water heater outside the bathroom. After installing the electric water heater, he was happy to soak in the bath bucket for a long time.

Mo Hui, who is basking in the sun in the corridor of the back building, hears someone's joyful voice.

She gently bent the corner of her mouth and looked at the red flowers and green leaves in a garden.

She replied casually.

So he quickly bought a cabinet refrigerator, which was convenient for her to place vegetables and materials for making steamed buns. And he often put the water he drank into the refrigerator, until it was cold, he took it out to drink, to relieve the heat of midsummer.A few days later, he asked if he could build a garage. His baby sports car has been in the rain recently. It looks a little bad. The yellow mud is all over the car. It looks like a poor little beggar standing in the yard.

She is a casual, then turned away.