Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

"I'll wash, I'll wash." Lin Motong said hurriedly, "You are already very grateful for your help. You don't need to do other things. Go up and rest. I will clean up this place myself."

"Lin Motong! Do you need a dozen of helpers in the kitchen?" Ming Ye gave her an unhappy look, took the apron she had just taken, and threw it aside.

"But they are all serving you, Young Master. This is the battlefield I made. I will clean it up by myself and don't take any effort." Lin Motong asked herself before she needed others to take care of everything.

Tomorrow night Leng walked to the switch, stretched out his hand and said: "If you like to wash, just wash it."

The kitchen was completely plunged into darkness, and he couldn't see his fingers, let alone washing the dishes, Lin Motong couldn't even see where the bowls were.

"Okay." She had to walk towards the door in the dark, holding her belly, afraid that she would fall or hit her.

In the darkness, a big warm hand stretched out to her, held her hand, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Lin Motong knew that it was cold tomorrow, and after getting acquainted with his taste, even if it was his slightest movement, she would not admit it at all.

He grabbed her, which made Lin Motong's heart flustered, thumping very hard.

This reminded her of the night when the war broke out in Country C. In that night, she also met such a man. She and him held hands and supported each other and escaped from the alley.

She never forgot the warmth of that night. He said he would come back to find her, and she never forgot.

Ming Ye Leng was also silent, and he also thought of the girl, the girl who had inspired him to escape from the dead line. He promised her that he would definitely go back to find her.

But he broke his promise, because he never knew what her name was and where she lived.

He once thought that as long as he went to find her immediately, he would definitely be able to find it.

She was wounded in the war, and let him lie down on the hospital bed for a whole year. When she woke up, she had already heard from her.

Ming Ye was cold and silent, and sent Lin Motong back to the room.

"Thank you, Master." Lin Motong retracted his hand and thanked softly.

The cold thoughts of tomorrow night are elsewhere, and I nodded lightly, but there is always something in my heart that has not been filled.

Lin Motong closed the door.

He was standing in the corridor, the sensory street light was slowly turned off. In the dark night, everything was silent, silent, silent, and the cold night also stood quietly against the wall.

Lin Motong returned to the room, thinking about the things in the alley, and finally fell asleep slowly.

Sleepless all night, a rare sleep soundly.

...

The next day Lin Motong got up in the morning and walked to the kitchen. Aunt Qin smiled and said, "Tongtong, are you up?"

"Yeah. Aunt Qin is embarrassed. I used the kitchen last night and I didn't clean it either." Lin Motong said apologetically.

Aunt Qin smiled and said, "What does that matter? By the way, how is your stomach? Are there any discomforts?"

"It's okay." Lin Motong said with a smile.

Aunt Qin looked at the kitchen door with a little surprise: "Master Hai, why are you here? This is not where you young masters come."

As Ming Ye Leng's confidant, that is, half the master, Ding Hai is naturally also a young master. He appeared in the kitchen for the first time. It is no wonder that even Aunt Qin was shocked.