Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

He turned his head and stared at her.

Although fierce, she saw warmth in his eyes.

He smiled slightly and kissed his tall nose: "Are you hungry?"

He glanced at her.

"I'm going to cook." She got out of bed, cleaned herself, and threw a mobile phone to relieve his boredom.

Waiting for her to leave, Qin Anlan lay down, staring at the direction of the door blankly.

He knew that he was a little too conniving to her, he knew her intentions, but he had to indulge again and again.

He loves every minute and every second of being with her, even if he turns around, he will hate her, but when she smiles at him, when she kisses him, kisses him and coaxes him, he will feel that she is Love him.

She still has him in her heart.

Qin Anlan lifted the quilt and put on his pajamas. His head was a little dizzy, but he was much better.

When she walked to the kitchen, she ponytailed and cooked in front of the counter.

The soft sunlight poured in from the window and spilled on her side face, so clearly that every pore of her could be seen.

Her skin was fair, and her expression became more gentle after a layer of soft light, just like all Xiaojiao wives who cook for her husband.

Qin Anlan leaned at the door, looked for a while, and then asked softly, "How long is there?"

She hummed, and smiled sideways: "Half an hour will be fine."

His eyes burned: "I mean, how long will you leave?"

The vegetable in her hand fell to the ground, she was suddenly startled, and slowly bent over and picked it up.

I put it on the faucet and rinsed it, and then started to cut again. When halfway through the cutting, she stopped with a very soft voice, "After cooking, let's go!"

His gaze was exploring, watching her, mocking, "Don't you stay and continue to confuse me? Or should it be a seduction, President Ye!"

Ye Liangqiu's movement of cutting vegetables was much faster, and the voice was so fast, as if he didn't want to hear him.

But too quickly, the finger accidentally cut.

She was a little lost, looking at the smear of blood, without making a sound, she continued to cut.

The dishes were cooked mechanically, and he kept saying what, but she selectively refused to listen.

Finally, four dishes and one soup are ready.

The dishes are still so good, and there are still two people.

But it's different.

She unbuttoned her apron, raised her eyes, smiled bitterly, "I'm leaving now!"

He sat at the dining table and said nothing.

The contradiction in his heart, she understood...

Love and hate are often just separated by a piece of paper.

She understands, don't blame him... But what she wants to do, she still does, even if he hates her even more.

When he crossed him and wanted to go to the bedroom to change clothes, he held his hand and said, "Come with me after eating!"

But when he held it like this, she screamed softly, "It hurts."

His hand was loosened a little, and then he buckled up...Looking at the wound on her finger, his face was pale: "Why don't you say if you are injured?"

"A little injury, it's okay." She downplayed, and under his gaze, she turned her face uncomfortably.

But he was obviously angry, "Really? No need to say, then what needs to be said?"

Raising her hand, "Ye Liangqiu, you tell me?"

His hands were slightly hard, and she screamed softly, but she couldn't stop him...he didn't start to feel his wildness until her fingers bleed again.

The strength was changed to a gentle one, and the expression on his face was also uncomfortable: "I will help you bandage."

He half-forced her to the bedroom, took the medicine kit, and let her sit on his lap...

Ye Liangqiu didn't move. Is this... necessary?