C18

Little Mushroom's mushroom head was separated from the bottom by about a foot or so, and its height was estimated that Yin Yijie could reach out and touch the top of the mushroom. There were windows at the front and back, and the rest were made of tempered glass with red cellophane. It looked clean and fresh and cute. A lotus leaf opened the basin, and a milky white lotus arrow spat out warm water. The mirror curved as it silently observed its surroundings.

Yin Yijie pushed me in like a cart, then moved a stool over and sat me down.

This place was not big, and it was just right for two people to stand here. Putting a stool on top of it made it seem a little crowded.

It was crowded, and I was very, very close to him. Yin Yijie stood behind me, almost touching my back.

I really don't know what to do. I lower my head and listen to his even and steady breathing. His heart is pounding.

I was afraid that a little more contact would burn something and frighten me.

In the mirror, my cheeks were red and my lips were white. My teeth were about to bleed.

Yin Yijie looked around and laughed silently. His hands went around my back, turned on the tap, took my hand, put it under the tap, and carefully scrubbed it a few times.

Under the lotus leaves, there was skin cleansing soap, and on it, there were almonds and other things. There was a faint aroma of plants. Yin Yijie picked it up, wiped one of his hands lightly, and changed it to the other.

His long fingers, his broad big palms, with 120V voltages, run over each of my fingers, washing them slowly and carefully, as if they were afraid of hurting me.

When my fingers intertwined, my mind was almost shattered.

I almost fell into his embrace as he looked after me like a baby. He stared at his sleeves and whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Yin Yijie paused for a second, then laughed out loud and said apologetically, "Sorry, I wet your sleeves …"

"I, will do it myself." At this moment, I really didn't know if I should pinch myself or what to do. He could only repeat this sentence, wanting to break away from his grasp.

Yin Yijie looked up at the mirror and asked me, "Ke'er, can't you still treat me as your family?"

Ah, what do you mean? My brain has stopped working. I can't remember.

"I said that from now on, I will take good care of you. Just like a family. " Yin Yijie's eyes revealed a determined look. In a split-second, they were shining with dazzling light.

Behind the lotus leaves, there was a tissue. Yin Yijie helped me wipe it clean and held it tightly …

It turned out that listening to sweet talk could damage one's intelligence.

Or perhaps, repeating a lie a thousand times was also the truth!

I was speechless.

Next to the washstand was a small lotus leaf tray with a comb and hairpin and so on.

Yin Yijie put down my messy hair and picked up a comb...

"I'll do it myself." My words were getting softer and softer, almost like the sound of a mosquito.

Lifting my hand, I was about to snatch the comb when suddenly, my fingers touched it. It was soft and very elastic...

Glancing in the mirror, I actually touched his lips with my fingers.

I was sweating profusely, as if I'd been hit by a 1200V high voltage electric shock.

Biting his lips and turning his head to the left, his heart skipped three beats per second.

I hunched my shoulders, like a turtle in a lotus pond, trying in the most primitive way to protect myself from those rosy lips

Yin Yijie's hand paused for a second and laughed again. He shook his head and continued to comb my hair carefully.

My hair is very long. Although it is very clean and smooth and beautiful now, after a day of sleep in the car, it is indeed a little messy.

Yin Yijie grabbed it and carefully combed it …

The tips of my fingers occasionally touched my scalp, like the keys to a piano, with a special charm.

From beginning to end, he hadn't been injured even once.

After an unknown period of time, Yin Yijie breathed heavily and looked at his masterpiece.

I couldn't help but look in the mirror. A pair of butterfly hairpins, a pink head flower, trapped my hair, but released all my charm and loveliness.

"What, are you admiring yourself?" Or are you admiring my craftsmanship? " Yin Yijie put his arms around my shoulders and smiled as he helped me up.

In the mirror, our faces were very close.

The height ratio could be said to be … Harmonious!

I knew that I was only two centimeters away from him, and that some of the folds of my clothes were already touching each other.

As long as I passed these two centimeters, I could comfortably fall into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder. This was the golden ratio of lovers.

Shrinking my neck, I don't dare, I can't think like this, he...

Yin Yijie looked at me, then pushed open the door with one hand and wrapped his arm around me as he walked out.

He hadn't noticed it earlier, but how could the quiet Lotus Seat cause such a commotion?

What happened?

Yin Yijie lowered his head as a sharp look flashed across his eyes. He looked at me gently and comforted, "I am here."

With you, maybe, that's what I should be afraid of. Everything just now was like a beautiful dream. He was instantly woken up. How could I not be afraid?

Just at this moment of hesitation, a crisp female voice came from the door. It was clear how angry she was, "Don't forget that this place is half as good as mine. Why can't I come in? I just want to see what he did with all that commotion. "

"Miss Fan, Director Yin has instructed me not to disturb you." "If Miss Fan wants to see it, we'll come back later. We'll apologize to Miss Fan and ask her for help another day. Miss Fan …" The manager's voice was loud, as if she did it on purpose.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the gravel was very special. It was like a dull stabbing feeling. Crack, crack …

"Jerry, long time no see?" The woman's voice was filled with the gentleness and charm of an English noble. It was very pleasing to the ear.

Following the direction of the sound, I saw a girl in her early twenties. She looked very elegant, or rather, very grand. If I knew her very well, I think I'd be very happy to see her with what she just said.

The girl's hair was in the shape of a popular wave, and two strands of curly hair hung down to her ears. Huge round earrings swayed with her footsteps. Blue print sweater with brown princess skirt.

She had a good figure and was not short.

She joined him. She was very well-built, not short, and very pretty, but her eyes looked up and she couldn't see me from that angle.

"Long time no see, Miss Fan." Yin Yijie politely greeted him. His voice was so pure that there was not even a trace of emotion in it.

"Jerry!" Miss Fan looked at Yin Yijie in dissatisfaction, exclaiming in surprise, her eyes flashing with unimaginable pain. She lowered her long eyelashes, looking like an angry doll, and said with a bit of grievance, "You used to call me Susan. I came back from score a month in advance for you, and you're not willing to see me for so long. "

Miss Fan bit her lip, trying her best to hold back her tears as she ravaged the poor sweater with her hands. There was the possibility of it turning into a rag.

[What the hell is going on?!]

Yin Yijie looked at her indifferently and explained politely: "I'm sorry, I've been busy lately. Since you've come back, you should spend more time with your father, or play with your classmates. "Relax."

Miss Fan looked up with a hint of sadness in her eyes, stopping Yin Yijie from speaking. She complained, "You said you were busy, but I wanted to help you. Then Dad said you didn't come to work for a few days, and you actually took a nap during the meeting. It wasn't because you were busy with business. Do you know how it is? It makes dad lose a lot of sense, and I'm also f * cking sick. "

"Thank you Miss Fan and your father for their good intentions. I will take care of the business matters." If Miss Fan is free, I'll treat you to tea another time. Yin Yijie acted like nothing had happened. His cold face showed a hint of frost, and her polite tone had a hint of coldness in it that made people stop in their tracks.

Yin Yijie said softly, "You go eat first, I'll be right over." After saying that, he gave me a light push with his large hand.

Since I don't know anything, I will just obediently go and eat.

There seemed to be something heating up the stomach area of the carving table. The hot dishes by the side were all steaming, and the hotpot in the middle was bubbling. The waiter pulled out my chair, put away my napkin, and helped me wash.

However, I felt less hungry, and an indescribable smell filled my heart as I tried to find an exit.

Miss Fan seemed to lose a few seconds of time. Her world didn't have me, so she looked at Yin Yijie with an unhappy expression. She turned her head to look at the lotus pond and complained, "Jerry, don't forget the agreement between you and daddy, and also our agreement. After a long and arduous journey to the hot spring, I raised this water lily and didn't even want to look at it. You really hurt me by doing this. "

Yin Yijie looked at the water lily, and spoke with a voice as cold as the night wind: "I think you misunderstood. This was just an experiment. If successful, it could be used on a larger scale in the future. The water lily is cold and noble. If it could blossom in winter, I think it would attract many people. This is all about business. "

It turns out that a few water lilies are actually this complicated. I knew that it would be winter soon, why are they still blooming so well. With a few bites of mutton in my stomach, I felt much warmer. It seemed that lamb was still the best. It had heat and nutrition.

Miss Fan had obviously been blown away by the wind. Her noble back was slightly arched, and she was in a dilemma as to whether she should advance or retreat.

Hearing the squeaking of cars beside the bamboo forest, it was as if they had been granted amnesty. They quickly turned their heads around and looked on expectantly.

This is the way things are, usually putting us in an awkward position at the very least and surprising us at the very least.

As I ate, I looked at the play, which I neither understood nor was interested in, and heard a gurgling sound, which came from the bamboo forest and stopped not far away from me.

Miss Fan walked over to take a look and looked at Yin Yijie in surprise. She then looked at the manager and the chef and asked, "Are you all confused? The fresher the Braised Brain Flower, the better. It has already been taken out for a long time, how can it still be eaten? "

The manager nodded his head and bowed as he explained carefully, "Miss Fan is right, it's just that this was instructed by Director Yan."

The chubby chef was sweating as he looked pitifully at Yin Yijie, worrying about his salary.

Yin Yijie frowned as a trace of impatience flashed across his eyes. He asked coldly, "What is going on?"

"This... "That …" The manager looked at the chef and the chef looked at the manager. The chef stammered as he explained, "It used to be just braised brain matter. "This time, we'll send it from far away. We'll think about it, wash it and send it over. We'll do it now …"

Seeing the expression of Yin Yijie and the manager, the gloom on Miss Fan's face disappeared. She pulled Yin Yijie and asked curiously, "Jerry, I thought they were mistaken. However, why did you suddenly think of eating it like this? Do I want to taste, mai, I, too? " Her naughty eyes looked at Yin Yijie expectantly with a smile on her face.

This woman said in Chinese and English, it makes me feel like I ate a sandwich, very uncomfortable.

Yin Yijie laughed, his tone remained calm, "Children are rare, that's good." "You guys can prepare a fresh one for Miss Fan."

Miss Fan sneered, "You don't need to disturb me. But, aren't you eating a lot of this bloody stuff?" "Why do you need a gentleman's room?"

Yin Yijie shrugged, "I will treat you again next time."

Finally, Miss Fan appeared. She sweetly smiled and said, "I really look forward to it. Don't go back on your word."

Yin Yijie looked at the chef and said politely, "Deep in the night, you should be careful of catching a cold. Go back and rest early."

Miss Fan left with a satisfied smile.

The chef swiftly poured the hot oil onto the tofu like goat's head. As the smoke rose, a sizzling sound could be heard and a refreshing fragrance drifted to my nose. It was indeed extraordinary.

Although I was almost full, I still wanted to try it.

Yin Yijie looked at me warmly, touched my head and said with a smile, "Have a taste."

I stepped back slightly and looked down at the tender, bean-like brain.

I don't know why Miss Fan would be so shocked, or why Yin Yijie would want me to be less and less.

Could it be that what they said was very scary?

Maybe...

"What's wrong?" Yin Yijie sat down beside me and ate a few mouthfuls. Seeing that I was still in a daze, he hurriedly stopped and looked at me.

I shook my head, pursed my lips, dug my fingernails into my chopsticks and spoons, wondering what to do next.

Yin Yijie took the spoon from my hand, scooped a spoonful and brought it to my lips.

I stubbornly looked at Spoon, who had just touched my hand, still helplessly standing in the air, not knowing how to put it down.