127: 129, you are just brushing off a beggar!
There’s no sincerity at all!
127: 129, you are just brushing off a beggar!
There’s no sincerity at all!
“When did this happen?”
An Xiaoyu was sowhat puzzled.
She rembered that a young couple lived in this house, and they were very affectionate.
Just a few days ago, she saw them shopping at the supermarket together, carrying a bunch of food ho!
How did the owner of this building change in the blink of an eye?
“Last week.”
An Xiaoyu frowned.
Why would he co all this way to buy a second-hand house?
The answer was obvious!
“Chu Mucheng, is there any aning in doing this?”
Chu Mucheng didn’t answer An Xiaoyu’s question, instead, he turned and went into the restroom, grabbed a clean towel, and threw it into An Xiaoyu’s arms.
“Your hair is wet, wipe it quickly, or you’ll catch a cold!”
An Xiaoyu took a deep breath.
Not only her hair was wet, but her clothes were soaking wet too!
“I’ll go ho and change clothes!”
Saying this, An Xiaoyu turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, she heard Chu Mucheng say, “I’m hungry!”
“…”
An Xiaoyu’s footsteps halted.
“Wait a mont!”
*
An Xiaoyu went ho, changed into clean clothes, and then called to order so takeout.
Twenty minutes later, An Xiaoyu heard a knock on the door next door.
“Sir, your takeout has arrived!”
A mont later, it seed Chu Mucheng ca out from inside, and soon after, there was a “bang” of the door closing.
An Xiaoyu thought, this ti, she had truly fulfilled her duty!
But just as this thought crossed her mind, An Xiaoyu heard her own doorbell ringing incessantly.
Chu Mucheng, really is…
An Xiaoyu ran to open the door, only to see Chu Mucheng standing expressionlessly at the doorway.
She was a bit surprised.
“I’ve already ordered the takeout for you, it’ll get cold if you don’t eat it now!”
“You’re treating like a beggar!
There’s no sincerity in this at all!”
Dissatisfaction was written all over Chu Mucheng’s face, he stuffed the heavy lunch box into her arms and then turned and left.
“Bang!”
The door closed.
An Xiaoyu: “…”
Three cooked dishes, one cold platter, plus rice, the al cost over a hundred yuan, and he still complains she wasn’t sincere?
Looking at the lunch boxes in her arms, An Xiaoyu felt sowhat overwheld.
If he won’t eat it, then forget it…
She placed the lunch boxes on the dining table, and glancing at them, felt a bit guilty.
After all, Chu Mucheng did save her tonight, so…
Whatever!
This ti, she won’t take it too seriously with him!
An Xiaoyu took so ingredients from the refrigerator and went next door, just about to knock, when she found the door was slightly ajar.
It wasn’t locked?
An Xiaoyu walked in and saw Chu Mucheng sitting on the couch, seemingly sulking.
Hearing An Xiaoyu’s entrance, he suddenly turned his head, and in that instant, his eyes seed to flash a dazzling light.
An Xiaoyu avoided his gaze.
“If you aren’t scared of my cooking being hard to swallow, then I’ll cook tonight.”
“Why the sudden change of mind?” Chu Mucheng arched an eyebrow.
“In short, I don’t want to owe you.”
*
An Xiaoyu doesn’t like owing anyone, especially Chu Mucheng.
But now, her life…
was saved by Chu Mucheng.
Now, Chu Mucheng also had a scrape on his forehead, and his right hand was bandaged up like a bear paw, when had the forr Chu Mucheng ever looked so miserable?
An Xiaoyu went to the kitchen, found that the stove and utensils were all ready, and then began cooking.
“Gurgle…”
An Xiaoyu instantly felt embarrassed!
Actually, she hadn’t had a proper al at noon because she couldn’t eat.
Now that she had cald down, she was a bit hungry.
Chu Mucheng stood at the kitchen doorway, watching An Xiaoyu busy herself, yet also hearing her stomach growl, his icy countenance suddenly broke into a smile.
The scene was really heartwarming!
If only ti could stop like this, how wonderful would that be?
anwhile, An Xiaoyu picked up a knife to chop vegetables, suddenly recalling the tis she cooked with Shen Yufeng.
Thinking back to those scenes now, why did it feel as if it happened a lifeti ago?
Shen Yufeng and that Sang Yunong…
In her distraction, she accidentally cut her finger.
“Ouch!”
Chu Mucheng quickly stepped forward, seeing the fresh blood flowing from her left index finger.
He was both angry and worried.
“An Xiaoyu, you’re really clumsy!”
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