The man seems to be aware of the little girl's eyes, suddenly turned to the cold eyes of the wind.

Four eyes opposite, the wind with cold suddenly blushed.

She bowed her head in embarrassment. She did not dare to look at the man again. She did not expect that she was found secretly.

When the man in the kitchen saw her secretly looking at her back, he could not help but outline the corners of his lips, and his eyes overflowed with a smile, which seemed very pleasant.

The shyness of the little girl makes the man feel more gratified.

Tang Ye turns on the range hood, and the roaring sound makes the whole room lively.

The wind is cold, listening to the sound of the range hood coming from the kitchen. The roaring sound disrupts the heart of the cold wind and rain.

She raised her hand and touched Tang Ye's lips, which were red before. It hurt a little, but her heart was full of honey and uneasiness.

After all, she's too bold now.

She knows that it can't be like this, but she can't bear to refuse when she thinks it's Tang Ye.

After school, she will study hard.

Now this feeling is sweet with a lot of uneasiness.

In the end, being a student has more important things and missions, and all these make her bear too much pressure.

After sipping her lips, Feng takes a deep breath with cold. He looks up at Tang Ye again and finds that the man is waving to her, as if calling her to go.

Feng Yihan immediately gets up and walks towards Tang Ye.

She saw that Tang Ye had already put the dishes on the plate, and also considerately put a bigger plate. The purpose of doing so seems to be to prevent being scalded.

"Here, bring this dish to the table." Looking at the wind, Tang Ye asks: "you should be able to do this task, right?"

The cold wind made me even more embarrassed.

She took the plate and it wasn't hot.

"If I'm not up to the task, I'll be a real waste." Wind to cold self mockery to say: "guarantee to complete the task, don't worry, officer Tang."

Hearing this appellation, Tang Ye's eyes immediately overflow with a deep shimmer.

He picked to pick eyebrow, looking at the face son of the wind with cold crimson, eyes more deep rise.

Wind to cold on his eyes, immediately subconsciously down, quickly turned away.

Tang Ye watched her run away from the kitchen with a plate. He turned to look at the pot on the stove and took a deep breath. It seemed that he had calmed down something.

At this time, Feng Yihan sets the dishes and comes back again. Standing at the door of the kitchen, he asks Tang Ye, "is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No more." Tang Ye said, "go and play with you."

"Play?" Feng Yihan thinks this word is strange. Do you still regard yourself as a child?

Tang Ye turns to look at the cold wind protesting with his eyes and asks with a smile. "Don't you want to play?"

"I'm not a child." The girl murmured: "you say it like I'm a child. It makes me feel like I'm useless except playing."

"No!" Tang Ye shakes his head seriously: "you are not useless. You are very useful."

"Is it?" Ye doesn't believe that Tang Dufeng's words are of great use.

So the wind with cold directly asked: "then you talk about my use in the end where?"

Hearing this, Tang Ye takes a deep look at the girl and walks towards the door, getting close to the cold wind.

He looked down at the wind with cold, instantly let the girl feel nervous, a little at a loss.

She looks up at Tang Ye and tries not to avoid his eyes. Even if his eyes are so sharp, she has the courage to face them.

"Are you comforting me?" The wind whispered: "in fact, I know you are comforting me, she hit my self-esteem."

"Is your self-esteem that strong?" Tang Ye said with a smile: "in my impression, you will never stop until you reach your goal. Should self-esteem be nothing here?"

Smell speech, the wind with cold a Leng, then smile, eyes flashed a smile, eyes also bent into crescent moon, dotted, very bright.

"Yes, I'm not the one who was hit so easily."

"So why do you ask?"

"Curious." The wind glanced at him with cold: "want to know what kind of existence I am in your heart?"

Tang Ye smiles, and suddenly hooks the man into his arms. He presses his lips down and kisses the wind.

This is fast and ruthless, without any buffer.

Fierce and urgent, let the wind to cold almost leg soft collapse in the kitchen door.

After kissing, Tang Ye leaves the girl a little. He still looks into her eyes and asks, "is this answer OK?"?Is her role to be loved by him?

What kind of function is this?

"You, how can you do that?" She stares at Tang Ye. Unexpectedly, she asks a question and gets such an answer.

Tang Ye laughs but says nothing.

The wind looked at his face with cold, and forgot to avoid his blush.

Because, men are really too bewitching.

He is really a brilliant man, with that angular face, full of a unique masculine atmosphere, especially attractive.

The wind holds his breath with cold. He looks at Tang Ye greedily, but he can't open his eyes.

"Why not?" The man asked with a smile.

He loves to laugh more and more, and when he laughs, his whole face becomes softer. His cold temperament has become very sunny now.

The four eyes are opposite. The smile in Tang Ye's eyes embarrasses Feng Yihan, but he still holds the man's arm tightly and complains with his red lips: "it's like you're talking about me as a vase."

"Well." Tang Ye nodded seriously, as if he agreed with her. "It's really a vase. It's not good to see or use."

Feng Yihan is also a smart girl. Naturally, she understands Tang Ye's pun.

She really can't use it.

Tang Ye looked at her, looked up and down, as if worried that the little girl couldn't understand, and added: "even if it can be used, it's not enough to be opened. It's really sad."

"Ignore you." The wind is so cold that she blushes like a cloud burning with fire. She pushes Tang Ye away, turns around and walks away, leaving the man alone at the kitchen door with a sigh.

He knew that the little girl did understand and was even more embarrassed.

Shaking his head, he immediately went back to the kitchen. If he didn't go, the hot dishes would be burnt.