Just walked to the door, his mind suddenly flashed her holding the bowl of noodles, eating a satisfied look, a meal.
Turn your head and look at the dull person behind you, with thin lips slightly open.
"Now make a bowl of noodles and send it to my room."
Words fall, the tall figure quickly disappears at the door.
Leave behind a little yearning that can't return to God in half a sound.
She is a nurse, not a cook, not a nanny. Why do you want to make noodles for him?
And in the middle of the night, she's off work!
Year small Mu is indignant in the heart stomach Fei, can think of oneself splashed his whole body yoghurt, and the head of the bow of life, into the kitchen cooking noodles.
When she went upstairs with her face up, the door was not closed.
Just about to walk in, just in time to meet the shower from the bathroom out of the more cold.
His suit has been taken off.
He only wore a dark gray bathrobe, and his belt was tied casually, revealing his strong chest.
Wet short hair with water dripping at the end.
He shook his head at will and pulled out a water mist in the middle of the air.
The perfect face is white, beautiful and full of evil spirit.
Against the background of the dark night, it exudes the charm of bewitching people.
When Nian Xiaomu saw this scene, he was slightly stunned.
Hold your face, just look at it and forget what you should do.
It was not until Yu Yuehan's eyes came to her that she suddenly turned back and stepped forward.
"Young master, your face." She put the bowl on the table in front of the sofa and waited for Yu Yuehan to let her go.
But after waiting for a while, I saw him leave his hair towel and sit in the sofa.
Finger bone clear hand, pick up chopsticks, start eating noodles
"Gulu --"
Yu Yuehan just picked up a chopstick of noodles and heard an discordant sound before he could put it into his mouth.
Look sideways.
Nian Xiaomu is standing straight, looking up and chest up, pretending that his stomach has nothing to do with him.
More and more cold corner of the mouth a hook, put the face into the mouth.
The noodles are fragrant, soft and with a little strength. They taste very good.
He just took a second bite
"Gulu -" it's louder this time.
The year small Mu holds his belly, to on Yu more cold banter's black eyes, the small face rose red one.
Silently stabbing villains in my heart.
She is so hungry.
Her noodles took only two bites.
I thought that I could go on eating if I sent him a job.
But ice pimples never let her go from beginning to end
When he finished eating, she was afraid that her noodles had been soaked!
"Young master, if there is no other order..."
"When I eat, I need to be quiet." Yu more cold indifference interrupted her words, bowed to continue to eat noodles.
Nian Xiaomu: "..."
She's gone. He can't be bothered How quiet he wants to be!
But this is Yu's house, his territory.
The colder I am, the more I am.
Nian Xiaomu is so hungry. He looks at him and eats a bowl of noodles gracefully
Don't shout. I don't know how many times the symphony has been played.
The hatred in the eyes can't pierce a few blood holes in him
Yu Yuehan drinks up the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, then slowly puts down his chopsticks, picks up a tissue and wipes his mouth.
The remaining light from the corner of her eyes glimpses her red face, tight lips, clearly exhaling with lovely appearance
His chest that just with cold water bath pressure down the fire, as if the fire again, eyes a deep!