Chapter 290

To be exact, at this moment, Huang Xing wants to hold her.

Without any evil thoughts.

He felt as if he had lost her for too long. Every day she was near, but it seemed that he was far away.

At last, he held her hand excitedly. He didn't know what to say. He looked at her silently. His eyes were filled with love for her.

Fu Jie seems to feel him, drawing circles in his palm with her soft little hand. This kind of small ambiguous feeling makes Huang Xing intoxicated for a long time. He wanted to give her a kiss and tell her his heart, but he was afraid that his bold action would disturb the beauty.

As a result, Huang Xing said foolishly: no more.

Not going? Fu Jie asked: why don't you go?

Huang Xing finally smartly replied: stay to take care of you. I'm not sure you're hurt.

Fu Jie blinked her eyes in a complicated way, but immediately changed her normal state. She broke away Huang Xing's hand and sat back on the sofa like a queen. She ordered Huang Xing to go and pour me a glass of water. I'm thirsty!

Huang Xing happily saluted her with a standard military salute: Yes, I'm glad to help you!

Looking at Huang Xing peeping around for water, Fu Jie wants to laugh, but doesn't laugh. At this moment, she seemed to realize the sweetness of a long lost love. This feeling has been dusty for too long, too long.

But Huang Xing looked for it for a long time and couldn't find hot water. The kettle was empty. He frowned, simply connected the electric kettle and burned another one. Then he went back to Fu Jie and explained: wait a moment, the water has been on the fire.

Fu Jie nodded: I want to eat fruit.

Huang Xing is still tirelessly loud answer, honored to serve you! And then they started looking for fruit.

I found a plastic bag of apples in the refrigerator. Huang Xing picked out the biggest and most delicious one and washed it on the water tap many times for fear that it would not be clean. After washing, he carefully peeled the skin with a fruit knife and sat back to Fu Jie.

Fu Jie reached out to pick it up. Huang Xing quickly flashed the apple to the side and said: I, feed you.

Fu Jie suddenly got goose bumps on his body. He whispered that it was sour. But in fact, her heart is surprisingly sweet.

Huang Xing carved a rectangle on the apple with a fruit knife, forked it up and handed it to Fu Jie's mouth, and kindly prompted: be careful, don't scratch your tongue.

Fu Jie complained, am I so unpromising? But also bow body, will head over, carefully hold this apple.

In this way, Fu Jie while feeding her to eat, while enjoying her peerless youth, the whole heart is drunk.

After a big apple was fed, there was only one apple core left in Huang Xing's hand. Always advocating thrift and diligence, he simply bit the flesh on the apple core, until he couldn't bite, then he threw the core into the garbage can.

Fu Jie's eyes widened and said: as for you? It's like I'm abusing you. I want to take it myself, but it's not without it.

Huang Xing said to himself: it's the way to live.

Then he asked: what else do you want to eat? I'll get it.

"I want to eat...".

Huang Xing a Leng, wry smile way: what do you want to eat porridge?

Fu Jie said: millet porridge.

Huang Xing looked up at the wall clock, and his face was embarrassed. Fu Jie saw his mind, added: not to let you go out to buy, I want to eat your hand-made porridge. Will you?

As soon as Huang Xing stroked his hair, he had a great momentum: Ken! Must be willing!

Fuji asked her cheek and said, "I'll wait.".

Huang Xing rolled his sleeve and felt that this arduous task was not difficult for him. In ancient times, there was a war between the king and the concubines. Today, Huang Xing cooks porridge for his lover.

Once again into the kitchen, looking for rice, looking for the pot.

wash rice. The rice is delicately panned. Huang Xing feels that what he has done is not rice, but the hard won relaxation of the relationship with Fu Jie.

Put in the water and turn on the electric cooker. Huang Xing thinks that the red indicator light is very festive, and the color of the electric cooker is also quite sexy. Before the pot got hot, he seemed to have smelled the smell of rice.

At this time, the kettle boiling alarm, Huang Xing quickly turned off the switch, took the handle to Fu Jie, asked: do you need boiled water, or coffee, or tea?

Fu Jie lightly said: white open.

Huang Xing respectfully poured a glass of boiled water, the heat on the Yang, like clouds, like fog and like the wind, blowing the heart of Huang Xing warm, beautiful.

Fu Jie is blowing hot air in the water cup. Huang Xing stands in front of him like a servant and says: what else does the master need?

Fu Jie said: can you give me a hint?

Huang Xing's eyes turned and said: for example, massage, knead legs, beat back and so on.

Fu Jie looks at Huang Xing's loyalty and stupidity, and almost laughs happily. But she tried to keep a low profile: later.

Zodiac: OK.

Fu Jie still couldn't control her mood. She said casually: what's the matter? Your performance today is extraordinary!

Extraordinary? Huang Xing thinks that it seems exaggerating for Fu Jie to use these two words to describe what he has done. However, we can see that Fu Jie conceals the satisfaction and happiness in her heart.

Huang Xingdao: it's my lifelong wish to make you satisfied and happy all your life.

Fu Jie Zheng for a while, this ordinary words, but shocked her heart.

Huang Xing turns around and appreciates his seemingly true words. It was only after a while that I was more sure that what happened today is real. Love, as if really back!

When I went to the kitchen to have a look at the millet porridge, the smell of rice seemed to be more delicious. The hot gas overflows from the periphery of the pot. Huang Xing really has a feeling of flying in the clouds. He opened the pot and took a look, immersed in the hot atmosphere.

Sitting back beside Fu Jie, Fu Jie was looking at him with a strange look.

Huang Xing said: if the host is dissatisfied with anything, just mention it. I will correct it if I know my mistake!

Good comrade! Fu Jie praised: a child can be taught.

Huang Xing raised his head, full of breath, tunnel: the honor to!

After Fu Jie's praise and assignment, Huang Xing's enthusiasm became stronger. He just walked around Fu Jie's house several times to see what else he could do for him. As a result, he found several unwashed clothes in the bathroom.

Here's another chance to show!

Huang Xing without saying a word, rolled up his sleeve, no matter what these clothes have, he pulled a big basin, poured on the washing powder, and carefully put the clothes in the bubble.

It's very professional.

Fu Jie seemed to hear the movement and asked: what are you doing?

Huang Xing actively carried forward the style of doing good without leaving a name: nothing, nothing.

Coming out of the bathroom, Huang Xing gave a strange smile. Fu Jie looked at him thoughtfully and whispered: furtive, what are you doing?

Huang Xingshi one smiles, also does not reply, continues to return to the kitchen to observe the millet gruel the movement.

Shit! The water is overflowing!

Huang Xing quickly lifted the lid, and the boiling hot water gradually retreated. In the process, he was scalded by the splashing water, but Huang Xing didn't feel anything different. It was only a few minutes later that he found a big blister on his hand.

Then look around for needles, ready to break the bubble. But looking around, I couldn't find a needle. Helplessly, Huang Xing simply turned his back and bit with his teeth.

With the most primitive way to solve the problem of blistering, Huang Xingzhuan and ready to bowl chopsticks, waiting for millet porridge out of the pot.

After about three or five minutes, Huang Xing felt that the porridge should be OK, so he filled a full bowl and brought it back to the living room.

Fu Jie is concentrating on manicure, when Huang Xing put millet porridge on the tea table, she just finished manicure. Huang Xing has a lot of life in his eyes. He quickly sweeps the fingernail debris trimmed by Fu Jie into his palm with his hand, like a treasure.

If you love a woman, everything in her is precious. Huang Xing didn't even plan to throw away the broken nails. He was going to collect them because they were once part of Fu Jie's body.

Huang Xing put the broken nails into his pocket, Fu Jie pointed out and said: the garbage can is under your feet, thank you.

Huang Xing worried that Fu Jie would laugh at his foolishness and symbolically did a garbage throwing action. In fact, those broken nails had already entered his pocket.

Fu Jie spread the heat for millet porridge with a spoon, looked up and said: is there anything else in the pot, you also sit down to eat a bowl.

Huang Xing said: you eat first, and I'll take care of the rest.

Fu Jie grins bitterly: do we have such a tight life now, isn't it?

Huang Xing smiles, but he really goes in and adds a bowl of millet porridge for himself. He sits down and enjoys the way of health with Fu Jie.

They almost finished their porridge at the same time. Fu Jie wiped the corners of her mouth with a paper towel. Seeing that Huang Xing's pace was surprisingly consistent with his own, she couldn't help smiling and thought this scene was funny.

Huang Xing seems to see Fu Jie's mind, casually said: I have to keep pace with Mr. Fu. Do you need another bowl?

Fu Jie looks at Huang Xing playfully and asks the teacher: you are not very clever.

Huang Xing: why?

Fu Jie looked down at her bowl and said: how do you want me to answer? If I answer, Sheng, it seems that I am greedy and greedy; If I say no, I'm sorry for my stomach, because I'm not full.

Huang Xing slapped his forehead: I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I must correct.

In fact, in Huang Xing's impression, Fu Jie is a woman who doesn't laugh and doesn't like to joke. But today, she seems to be a lot more cheerful.

Is it because of love?