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Chapter Thirteen

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    Meng Jingshu disapproved of her cooking. The reason was: "Who was crying and crying just now? Are you still moving around now?"

    Jiang Ying emphasized: "I didn't cry, okay?"

    It was just a little bit of tears that were stimulated by the pain, but they definitely did not flow out.  She didn't cry, she was strong, this is very important.

    "It's just a twist, but it's not a broken leg. And cooking is done with hands, not feet." She moved to the kitchen with a few small steps. In fact, as long as she walked slowly, she didn't feel anything on her feet.

    Meng Jingshu stood behind her, and commented in a low and cold voice: "Stubborn."

    Jiang Yingbai glanced at him: "They are all fresh vegetables. If you don't eat them, they will be spoiled. It's a waste." She quickly picked out a few ingredients from the refrigerator, and asked him, "Are there any taboos?"

    Meng Jingshu shook his head.

    Young Master Meng didn't have the consciousness of being a guest at all, and when the host was cooking, he didn't know that he was sitting and waiting, so he leaned against the wall behind Jiang Ying with his arms folded, looking like he could make a fool of himself.

    Wash and cut, put the vegetables into the oil pan, and the fragrance is overflowing. Jiang Ying didn't stop, seeing that Meng Jingshu was in a hurry, and ordered him.

    "Hey, open the door to diffuse the smell."

    "Water, water, give me water. It's not for drinking, it's water from the tap!"

    "Throw these in the trash."

    "The meal is ready, you go and turn off the electricity."

    When did Young Master Meng do this kind of work? Although he did it, he was displeased all over his body and squinted at her.  Jiang Ying was busy watching the fire and seasoning without noticing.

    ""

    No interaction, no confrontation.

    never mind.

    When the dishes were almost ready, Jiang Ying felt that there was a little lack of embellishment, so he took out a handful of green onions from the refrigerator, and was about to wash and mince them and sprinkle them in the pot.

    Turning around, he saw Meng Jingshu throwing the eggshell and washing his hands.

    "oops."

    Meng Jingshu stopped moving and turned to look at her: "What?"

    Jiang Ying threw the onions back into the refrigerator: "Suddenly remembered, you don't eat onions."

    Meng Jingshu was silent.

    He is quite picky about his diet, and his grandmother has taught him a lot about it since he was a child.  The old man was soft-hearted, and he only said a few words to him every time, and finally let him do it.  After college, I went out alone, but I restrained myself a lot.  It is impossible to be arbitrary in socializing and entertaining, and he has not mentioned this habit for a long time.

    In fact, it can be eaten now.

    But he didn't want to say it.

    There is only one multifunctional table and two chairs in the room, where you can eat, work and entertain.  Jiang Ying spread a purple-gray checkered tablecloth on the table, and laid out all the meals. Eggplant boxes, shrimp and hibiscus eggs, lettuce in oyster sauce and two bowls of rice were arranged horizontally. The two of them sat down to fill the width of the table.

    Meng Jingshu took a sip, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.  Turning his head, Jiang Ying was waiting for his evaluation with his face on his face.

    "Delicious." He said honestly.

    To be honest, he didn't have any expectations for Jiang Ying's cooking skills.  For the same dish, different people can make thousands of different flavors, but what she cooked was exactly what he liked.

    Jiang Ying snorted triumphantly: "Of course."

    Twenty minutes later, the dishes were swept away, and Jiang Ying had half a bowl of rice left. He couldn't eat it, so he poured it out.

    Meng Jingshu said: "Don't you say it's a waste now?"

    Jiang Ying: "I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

    Meng Jingshu: ""

    Jiang Ying couldn't bear the presence of greasy tableware, so she immediately cleaned up the dishes and washed them after eating.

    Meng Jingshu remembered that last time at his house, she drank milk, and he put the cup in the sink, hoping to clean it up when the hourly worker came the next day.  He woke up first the next morning, passed the kitchen, and found that the sink was empty, and next to it, a set of clean and new cups were neatly turned upside down.

    After a full meal, people will become lazy, their thoughts will wander, and they will not want to move.

    Meng Jingshu was processing the information on the phone, but he couldn't help but pay attention to the slender figure.

    Neatly cleaned up the kitchen, Jiang Ying sat back in the chair to rest, turned on the computer, selected a variety show, and started the nightlife.  The two of them didn't talk much, they did their own things, just like the deskmates who were quietly studying by themselves in middle school.

    At a certain moment, Meng Jingshu was attracted by Jiang Ying's laughter, and pulled a chair closer. Jiang Ying gave him an earphone.

    They melt into the laziness of the night, enjoy their leisure, and occasionally laugh.

    I don't know how long it took, the player automatically skipped to a new episode of the program, and when it reached a certain point, Jiang Ying woke up.

    She said, "It's getting late, you should go."

    Slack was blown away with a stick, and important needs were stifled.

    Meng JingShu sat up straight and turned to look at her: "Why are you leaving?"

    Jiang Ying looked at him.  When he frowned slightly, his cold demeanor could really scare people.

    She met his questioning eyes and tilted her head: "Otherwise?"

    He didn't say a word, and his expression became even more grim.

    Jiang Ying burst out laughing.

    I have to say that men are quite real in some respects.  She could see the unhappiness in his stern face when he was hit by a wall, and every eyelash that was as motionless as a mountain was telling the dissatisfaction of desire.

    His face became darker and darker in her laughter, Jiang Ying smiled enough, and explained: "Today is really not good, menstrual period."

    In the beginning, she really just wanted to eat frogs, so she made an appointment for noon.  Unexpectedly, she was on vacation, and he was free, and some messy things happened, which made it so late.  I didn't expect him to come to her house.

    One sentence crushed Meng Jingshu's coldness, his lips parted, and he said quickly, "I'm not"

    He cut off the rest of the sentence abruptly, not knowing what to say or what to say.  He turned his head abruptly and stopped looking at Jiang Ying.

    For some unknown reason, Jiang Ying felt very happy when he saw that the roots of his ears were slightly red.

    She happily pushed him up: "Let's go, let's take the trash out for me by the way. See you next time~"

    Meng Jingshu's face was still calm, the corners of her mouth were tightened, and she got up to take her coat.

    Jiang Ying sat watching him, finding it interesting, and said: "If you really can't stand it, go find someone else, it's not too late now."

    Meng Jingshu was so angry that she sneered: "You will arrange it."

    Jiang Ying said goodbye to him with a smile: "Goodbye."

    Watching him walk to the door, Jiang Ying suddenly thought of something, something that made her unhappy.  She stopped him: "wait a minute."

    Meng Jingshu stood still coldly.

    Jiang Ying took out a small paper bag from the corner of the wall and wrote to Meng Jing: "I forgot about your things before."

    Meng Jingshu glanced at her, and took out the contents under her signal.

    ""

    It's that shirt.

    It was given by Fu Xuan on one of his birthdays, and it was also the most direct evidence that she judged his change of heart during the last quarrel, and it was also the evidence for her to tell the world that she had been let down.

    triple kill.

    Meng Jing's writing was livid, and he stuffed the shirt and the bag into the garbage bag, and tied the bag tightly.

    He said viciously: "Jiang Ying, you wait!"

    What are you waiting for?

    have no idea.

    who cares.

    Jiang Ying only cares about her own happiness, as if as long as she makes him angry, her negative energy will be vented, and she will feel a surge of joy from the bottom of her heart.

    After taking a shower, feeling refreshed, Jiang Ying found out with conscience, and sent Meng Jingshu a WeChat greeting.

    Jiang Ying: "Are you home?"

    In a few seconds, there was a [smile] directly back.

    With bad intentions, Jiang Ying asked again: "Are you still looking for someone else?"

    Now, there is no more movement over there.

    Jiang Ying pouted.

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