To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 32
This was the first time Wen Liang felt that the so-called ten seconds was so short, and before she could figure out how to word it, the man's long finger suddenly slid across her palm.

Metal objects, when touched in the air, make a crisp sound.

blah-

The key was inserted. The door lock was twisted lightly, leaning on the warmth of the door and falling backward unexpectedly. Just when she had closed her eyes and prepared to endure the pain, someone grabbed her slender waist.

"Answer."

His clear and elegant voice forced her to open her eyes.

"Because it's already night and I don't want to be left there alone."

"Fine, last one."

No matter how hard Wen Liang racked his brains, he still couldn't think of the time she owed him to leave without saying goodbye these days, let alone give him an answer.

Just when she thought she was doomed to die, Huo Dongming suddenly said, "Come in, it's time for dinner."

Only then did Wen Liang realize that when he bought vegetables, her attention was all on his handsome face before, and she didn't notice the bags of fruits, vegetables and fish at her feet at all.

Compared with the cigars he smoked halfway, and the Bugatti that spent a lot of money to change its color, these dishes are many, but they are really nothing.

Wen Liang turned around and went into the house with him, seeing a pile of toys and daily necessities bought in the morning messily placed on the floor, with a look of surprise on his face - those things were supposed to be delivered by the supermarket tomorrow I don't know how it got here today.

But the only one who has the key is Qiao Mumu, probably his best friend asked them to send it over in advance.

"I can't see that you still have this hobby now?" Huo Dongming stood beside a cuddling bear, the corners of his lips curled up sarcastically.

"Mu Mu likes it."

"Really?" His meaningful ending made her a little ashamed.

In the past, she almost broke up with him because of a cuddling bear.

Well, it was before again.

Wen Liang took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the bag he brought, like ants moving house, back and forth, she was exhausted by the last time, but the people over there The man just leaned against the wall, looking at her leisurely.

Clothed birds. Beasts!
Secretly complained in his heart, he almost scolded his mother directly.

"tired?"

Just after she moved all the bags, the man suddenly spoke.

"Yes, very tired!" She responded angrily.

"Why don't you call me?"

Wen Liang: ...

She suddenly felt that she was wronged by describing him like that just now.

Tired and hungry, the warm and restless little universe instantly expanded, it didn't matter if it was Huo Dongming or Huo Ximing, he strode to the kitchen and angrily took out a knife and chopping board.

The man behind her didn't know when he quickly walked behind her, and his slender fingers with well-articulated bones crossed her shoulders and landed on her jade hands, which were a circle smaller than him.

"How many times have I taught you that the hand that does not hold the knife should use the knuckles to support the back of the knife, so as not to scratch."

It was clearly a sentence so cold and so cold that it contained no emotion, but she desperately heard the element of concern in it, her nose soured in a very useless way, and even her tear ducts were a little swollen.

"Okay, go and wash the vegetables." He lost the patience to teach her how to chop vegetables again, and issued the order to evict the guests, completely forgetting who is the owner of this place.

It's just that he was not the only one who forgot, but also her.

"Oh, I know."

Wen Liang didn't know why he obediently walked aside, picked up a white radish that looked like a yam, and washed it. The so-called anger before disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Her obedient appearance greatly pleased the man who was chopping vegetables. His thin lips were raised slightly, and the harsh lines on the side of his face eased. When he looked at her, there was a slight tenderness in his eyes. .

Wen Liang, who was washing vegetables at the side, concentrated on washing the radishes, and did not notice any change in his facial expression.

This is washing and washing, a trance.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, it was a lazy afternoon with golden sunshine, it was the first day she and he rented a house after they left the university, and it was also the first time to cook.

"Hey, Huo Dongming, why do I always get cuts? You can't even cut them!"

A girl with a ponytail and a sweet and innocent voice muttered dissatisfiedly to the boy beside her.

Even though she had already graduated from university, she still acted like a high school student, acting like a spoiled child in front of him. Now that I think about it, it's really unbelievable.

I still remember that time, the young man's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he turned sideways and half embraced her in his arms: "I'll be fine."

Oh, at that time.

Wen Liang shook her head and threw the messy thoughts out of her mind, not wanting to relive the past bits and pieces, quickly washed all the vegetables including radishes, put them in the basin and walked to Huo Dongming around.

He skillfully took over his next job, as if the two of them had never missed these four years because of their tacit understanding.

When she handed him the shredded pork on a plate, the fingertips of the two met unexpectedly.

She was stunned subconsciously, the shredded pork had already been smashed into the pot along with the plate.

crackling-

Oil splashed from the hot oil pan, and a lot of cold fingertips and backs of hands were splashed, until the pain was deeply buried in the nerves, she was so scared that she locked her hands back.

"Wen Liang!" Huo Dongming's cold eyes flashed an almost inaudible pity, he grabbed her hand and put it under the faucet.

The other hand immediately turned off the fire, and it was such a slight movement that splashed some hot oil on the back of his hand.

The ice-cold water splashed across the back of her hands where the oil was splashed, and she couldn't help trembling. She shivered her shoulders, bit her lips in pain, and didn't even dare to gnaw, fearing that if she loosened her teeth, she would cry out the pain. Come.

Some of them didn't get up after soaking in water, but some of them became more and more painful, printing red blisters one after another on her fair skin.

The man looked at the bubbles coldly: "Where is the medical kit?"

"In the living room." She replied in a low voice, with a soft tone like a child who has made a mistake.

After a sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes, he returned to the kitchen, took her hand, and poured alcohol and iodine on her with rare patience.

When the bubbles touched the anti-inflammatory medicine, the warm and cool instinct wanted to retract the fingertips.

Just when she was about to retreat, Huo Dongming pressed his finger on the cotton swab, and clasped the back of her head with his other hand...

Cold thin lips, burning kiss.

The string that has always been in Wen Liang's mind tensed and broke in an instant.

She widened her eyes and reached out to push him in disbelief: "No, don't continue, let me go! Let me go!"

"Wen Liang, good boy."

His voice was so hoarse that it was hard to hear it, but it was such a deep voice that made her feel distracted when she heard it, and her heart throbbed when she saw those eyes that were cold like stars in the dark night.

The loser seems to have always been her.

(End of this chapter)