Chapter 2409 Denial (37)
There was a long silence, he didn't speak.
Just watching her quietly.
She touched her empty stomach and walked towards the kitchen by herself.
Take the dishes and wash them.
Give him enough time and space to leave.
There was soup stewed on the stove, she didn't make any fuss, she just ate when she wanted.
Carefully lifted the lid of the pot and smelled it.
The light and delicious smell of bones hits the face, it is his craftsmanship.
He can always make ordinary food delicious, which is very suitable for her appetite.
She still had a plaster on her right hand, picked up the spoon beside her, and was about to scoop up a sip and taste it.
No, her spoon was suddenly snatched away.
A nameless shadow fell beside her, his deep breath came, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"I come."
As he spoke, the person in front of the stove changed.
She was held down and took two steps back.
Slightly froze.
Didn't understand what he meant.
Didn't you reject her? Why don't you leave?
Both hands were empty, the spoon was taken away, and the bowl was also taken away.
Spreading her hands, she looked and opened her mouth.
"That... don't bother you, let me do it myself?"
As if he didn't hear, he filled the soup and covered the pot.
"...Mr. Shen?"
He went out with the soup, and she followed, wanting to take it with both hands.
"No, shall I?"
The soup was just out of the pot and it was very hot. She couldn't grab it directly, for fear of scalding him.
Followed to the dining table, looked at the living room, his computer was confiscated, and all the documents were scattered aside.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him.
He still didn't look at her, lowered his eyes, and quietly set the dishes.
She stared at him, watched him turn and go into the kitchen again.
Afterwards, rice, vegetables, and a large pot of soup were brought out.
Neatly arranged on the table, meticulous.
It seems he did it all.
"..." She grabbed his hand and looked at him fixedly.
His movements paused, and his dark eyes fell on the dining table.
The grasped hand flinched, as if trying to break free.
The next second, she let go again.
Withdraw your hand and put it behind your back.
Without saying a word, he pushed him away, pulled out the chair, and sat down to eat.
He took a step back and stood behind her.
The meals on the table were all small portions, and he didn't seem to prepare them for himself at all.
was pushed aside, he didn't speak, and was quiet.
Looked at her for a while.
Standing like a servant, old-fashioned, without a trace of brightness.
There was the sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks, and he stood like a sculpture.
Neither left nor spoke.
Not even moving much.
It's tempting to ignore, but—
She couldn't ignore it.
Her hand holding the chopsticks was tighter and tighter.
When the bowls and chopsticks collided, in the overly quiet atmosphere, gradually, the anger was suppressed.
Unparalleled anger.
An unbearable anger.
This bad man...
Every time, every time.
I like her but don't take the initiative, not every time!
Is the mouth long for decoration? ? ?
Know how to cook for her, know how to ask her if it hurts, know how to come to her door to deliver medicine, why don't you know how to say a word of love! ?
Let her guess every time, racking her brains to guess his mind.
Son of a bitch!
She stared angrily at the dishes in front of her.
As if to stare at a hole in it, I wish I could take the knife to vent thousands of times.
The hand holding the chopsticks became tighter, almost breaking.
It was the same in the previous life, and it was also the same in the previous life.
She's really...
fed up.
(end of this chapter)