Chapter 514

This kiss is both familiar and warm.

This is the feeling that Huang Xing always remembers.

This kind of feeling, as if in an instant will yellow star through back to a few years ago, that dilapidated rental house.

What happened in the rental house was shown in Huang Xing's mind like a movie. That lovely kind but some wayward little girl, cook for him, wake him up, fight with the next door in the evening.

Even though he knew it took a lot of courage to accept the kiss, he still couldn't bear to resist. This kind of resistance is not only the resistance to the things in front of us, but also the resistance to the warm memories of the past. He is a perceptual person, and he can't refuse all the good things left by the girl in front of him.

Ouyang Mengjiao kisses for a long time before she stops. Her big twinkling eyes look at Huang Xing emotionally, as if trying to see him through. She holds his waist, licks his lips gently, and says meekly: you are much more stable than before. If you had been before, you might have picked me up and held me

Huang Xing interrupts her words and tries not to look at her nearly confused eyes. It's so easy to intoxicate myself: your sudden attack makes me unprepared.

Ouyang Mengjiao is about to speak, but suddenly she touches her nose with her hand and frowns: what's the taste?

what does it taste like? Huang Xing Leng for a moment, to the pot a look, immediately understand, is the steak paste.

Huang Xing quickly closed the natural gas valve, looked at the smoke straight up, wry smile, and turned the oil lamp to the maximum gear.

"Burnt?" Ouyang Mengjiao stretched her neck and looked into the pot.

Huang Xing said, paste, blame you.

"Blame me, blame me." Ouyang Mengjiao voluntarily admitted her mistake, went to the pot and said: take it out quickly. Don't waste the oil. It can still be used. Then fry it. I'd like to have a glass of red wine with you tonight. Steak, red wine, hero and beauty.

Huang Xing: when did you learn to live like this? Unfortunately, steak is steak, I'm not a hero.

Ouyang Mengjiao stretched out her hand and patted her chest gently: but I'm a beauty. Beauty falls in love with you, you are not a hero, you are a hero. There is a song, what kind of love is love, beauty love hero!

Huang Xing stressed: keep a low profile. Who calls herself a beauty?

Ouyang Mengjiao tilts her beautiful head and stares at Huang Xing mischievously: am I not beautiful?

Huang Xing reached out and stroked the not long board inch head, with a low-key but very attractive tone, said: I am also very handsome, but have I ever been proud, have I ever said that? Keep a low profile. No matter how handsome you are, let others say it!

Ouyang Mengjiao chuckled: where are you handsome? Where are you handsome?

Huang Xing stretched his waist and showed his 360 degree figure: dare to ask, where is not handsome?

Ouyang Mengjiao reaches out her thumb: model man! You are the type man! He is talented and handsome. Otherwise, how could I be captured by you?

Huang Xing said: don't praise me, it's easy to be proud.

In this warm dialogue, both of them can't help but open their hearts, with memories and thoughts and imagination of each other.

Huang Xing has been confused, between himself and Ouyang Mengjiao, those once, can be regarded as love? Or is it just a confidant in loneliness? Even, it can only be regarded as a pair of heterosexual friends under special circumstances?

He couldn't find the right answer.

But he knew in his heart that he didn't have the fiery and stubborn love for Ouyang Mengjiao, nor the heartbreaking helplessness and hatred for his ex-wife Zhao Xiaoran. This kind of feeling, even does not mix the family affection the ingredient. However, he is always concerned about her, worried about her. When she is happy, he is willing to be happy with her; When she is in pain, he is also willing to bear with her. Of course, when she takes the initiative to send sexy signals to himself, he will also have a strong impulse and passion.

This is a very complicated entanglement.

Ouyang Mengjiao see each other in this kiss after some stalemate, smile to ease the situation, said: come on, I'll fry and cut steak, later we drink two cups.

Huang Xing said with a bitter smile: not hungry. We've had dinner. It's over.

Ouyang Mengjiao way: eat less, you are not fat, do not lose weight.

Huang Xing asked: what do you want to fry?

Ouyang Mengjiao blurted out: mushrooms, your favorite.

Mushroom? Huang Xing was shocked. For Huang Xing and Ouyang Mengjiao, this vegetable is not only a vegetable, but also a tacit understanding that only the two of them can understand. That kind of tacit understanding, can let two people mention it every time, will cross back to a few years ago that small rental house.

Huang Xing will be Ouyang Mengjiao Army: can you only fry this kind of dish?

Ouyang Mengjiao is very deep: what I fry is not food.

Huang Xingdao: loneliness?

Ouyang Mengjiao didn't answer. She just sighed a little, but rolled her sleeve. She really began to be busy.

The most vegetables in Huang Xing's kitchen are mushrooms. Ouyang Mengjiao enviously washes them, breaks them apart, cuts onions and ginger, heats them up and cooks them. Listen to this burst of Yila Yila voice, yellow star heart is full of complex imagination.

Ouyang Mengjiao fried for a while and began to hum a tune.

Huang Xing saw that she was serious in cooking and couldn't bear to disturb her any more, so she stepped forward and wanted to sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while.

Ouyang Mengjiao suddenly said: why don't you cover my eyes?

Huang Xing Leng for a moment, a moment later immediately understand the meaning of Ouyang Mengjiao: also want to get hot, isn't it. If you don't get blindfolded, you'll get burned and blindfolded!

Ouyang Mengjiao stressed: that's not the same. Just now it was a steak. There was a lot of water and oil in the steak. Now it's Stewed mushroom, so it won't spill oil outside. You cover my eyes, sing, I gently cover your eyes, let you guess who I am

Huang Xing: splash!

Ouyang Mengjiao a Leng, immediately aware of the tease of Huang Xing, a frown, pointed to the pot, asked, is this pot of oil splash, or... She pointed to himself, and then asked, or say I cheap?

Huang Xing smiles and says: all splash!

Ouyang Mengjiao looked at Huang Xing with a bad smile: then I'll show you!

Huang Xing worried that she would stay in the kitchen with her again. Maybe she would make herself obedient and put herself in the right place. So she went back to the living room, sat on the sofa and watched TV.

A few minutes later, a plate of fragrant mushrooms was brought over. It was a familiar and sexy taste, which once intoxicated Huang Xing.

Then, a few pieces of fried steak were also served, knife and fork on.

Then Ouyang Mengjiao began to look for red wine everywhere. Huang Xing didn't want to drink it, but after Ouyang Mengjiao's warm action, she was also interested.

Ouyang Mengjiao did not find red wine for a long time. Huang Xing took the initiative to stand up and took out a box of Changyu dry red wine from the bedroom cabinet. When Ouyang Mengjiao saw the red wine logo, she smacked her mouth: is this the right grade of red wine for the grand general manager of Xinmeng commercial building?

Huang Xing frowned: This is not bad, hundreds of it, this mention.

Ouyang Mengjiao said: hundreds? Darling, you earn tens of thousands a day, drink hundreds of red wine, or a pair, two bottles?

Huang Xing asked: how much red wine do you think I should drink?

Ouyang Mengjiao stretched out a finger.

"A thousand?" Zodiac: just now you were in the kitchen. You were so thrifty. You were afraid of wasting oil. Now it's better to raise the standard so high?

Ouyang Mengjiao said: that's not the same. That's a waste. Well, drinking it is not a waste.

Huang Xing said with shame: there is a little truth, but I can't afford to drink thousands of red wine. When you come here some other day, bring some bottles. Anyway, you are a rich second generation and have plenty of money.

Ouyang Mengjiao has a little surprise in her eyes: do you mean to welcome me to your home?

Huang Xing is more embarrassed: what I want to express is not this.

Ouyang Mengjiao asked: which is that?

Huang Xing said: I emphasize red wine. If it's not convenient, you can take the commercial building. Or, I'll get it from your house.

Ouyang Mengjiao said with a smile: convenient, convenient! I come to see you off every night.

Huang Xing quickly waved his hand: No. Please don't cultivate my extravagant habit willfully. I have a poor foundation and can't afford to drink.

Ouyang Mengjiao said: I raise you! Enough wine, enough other things.

Huang Xing said: please forgive me, Miss Ouyang. When I was a child, my mother raised me. Now that I grow up, how can I be supported by women?

Ouyang Mengjiao has a thumb: ideal, ambition and principle.

Huang Xing said: it's necessary!

With a driver to open the red wine, Ouyang Mengjiao happily poured wine into the goblet.

"Come on, romance!" Ouyang Mengjiao holds up the huge red wine glass. Her small hand is a little funny compared with the wine glass. Beautiful women love to drink red wine, as if it has become an unwritten convention. The first person who invented the goblet must have realized that women have small hands, so he designed the goblet as it is now. There is a slender body in the middle that can be grasped by any woman.

Huang Xing touched the cup with her. In the cup, through the light from the ceiling, it was very crystal clear. It really had a feeling of paper intoxication.

Ouyang Mengjiao took a mouthful of the wine and let it linger in her mouth for a while before she swallowed it gently. After a moment's silence, tut nodded: the wine is OK. It's OK to drink.

Huang Xing stressed: certainly. There are several pieces of food in one bite.

Ouyang Mengjiao complained: look at you!

Huang Xing said: is this called pick? It's called living! You came from a rich family and never suffered from hardship. Have you ever experienced the feeling of spending 100 yuan for a month?

Ouyang Mengjiao widened her eyes: one hundred yuan a month? You're kidding! Not enough to eat! I remember... I remember the time when we were in the rental house. It was quite miserable. It should be said that it was the worst. There were at least 67700 expenses per month. You said that the 100 yuan will last for a month under the current economic tide... If you don't believe it, you can't believe it. Unless... Unless you're talking about before the '90s, when spending 100 yuan a month was a luxury.

Huang sighed: you can't catch up. I made my own recipe back then. In the morning, steamed bread and pickled vegetables cost about 50 cents. At noon, Chinese cabbage and steamed bread are stewed for about 12 yuan. At night, they are also about 23 yuan. Sometimes, they buy a kilo of big leg bone to stew and drink soup. A kilo of spareribs can stew for ten days, and they are not willing to throw it away. Ouyang Mengjiao tut Tun: three yuan a day for food. God, that's a human life. But now that you've done your best, you'll feel happier. Huang Xing also drank a mouthful of wine. In fact, the wine is not good to drink. The good thing is that the wine contains all kinds of flavors. These flavors are mixed together, which is the essence of life.