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Chapter 527

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    When I got home, he followed me into my room.

    Originally, I wanted to stop it. Although I lived in the same house two days ago, the situation at that time was special.  Now, the situation has returned to normal, so it's more normal. It's the right way for lonely men and widows to go back to their own homes.

    But seeing him in a bad mood, I still put away the words that came to my lips.

    "What to eat?" He took it for granted, treating my house, a single woman living alone, as his own home.

    "" I was really hungry, so I temporarily put away his words that he should go home and said, "Otherwise, just cook some noodles."

    But he turned around and went back to his own home!

    "" Could it be that I was thinking too much, he didn't have the idea of ??staying in my house at all, but just sent me back.

    He went back to cook?  Do you still have my share?

    Have you got a meal yet?  Haven't eaten yet!  If you don't eat, go home and eat!  This is a greeting commonly used by Chinese people!

    I am a peacock, the color screen that bloomed just now should be considered colorful, right?

    I raised my right hand and brushed my forehead!

    well!  Shame!

    I had no choice but to change my clothes and go to the bathroom to wash my hands, preparing to cook noodles for myself.

    As soon as he washed his hands, there was a knock on the door.

    Zhang Xingqiao?  Want to come to my place for dinner?

    I hesitated for a moment, but opened the door anyway.

    He changed into the home clothes I gave him, which is very friendly to the boy next door.

    "My mind is a little confused. I just went back to change clothes, and I forgot to tell you!"

    ""

    Regardless of my reaction, he ran straight into my bathroom, washed his hands, and then into the kitchen.

    I followed behind him.

    He opened the refrigerator, took out the only cabbage in the refrigerator, "washed."

    I obediently went to wash.

    "Any potatoes?" he asked me as he closed the refrigerator.

    "No." I actually seldom cook when I'm alone.

    I still don't know when this cabbage will be left over!

    "Oh, let's do the dishes."

    He went to do something else.

    His busyness and I seem to have known each other.

    When I was young, my house was opposite his house, and he also cooked, and I helped him.

    Naturally!

    I thought I was not used to the life of helping others in the kitchen, because I have learned to walk alone, live alone, and go into the kitchen alone to make something to appease my stomach.

    However everything today is a matter of course, but naturally.

    very nice!

    It's great that he's back!  He cooks for me, so nice!  Let's go, that's great!  This world is so kind to me!

    "Is it ready to wash?" His voice sounded when I was thinking wildly.

    His voice has changed, but his taste has not changed.

    I hurriedly finished washing and handed the dishes to him.

    He took it, raised his head, and paused, "What's wrong with you?"

    I hurriedly put away my emotions at the moment, "It's nothing"

    "nothing¡­¡­?"

    "yes!"

    "What's the matter?"

    I simply said directly: "It's great that you are back!"

    "It's great that you're still here!" He raised the corners of his mouth, smiling briskly, unable to conceal his sadness and sighs!

    I also laughed, wanting to turn myself into a peach blossom in the spring breeze, swaying in the wind, free and easy, and pity the sorrow and helplessness in it.

    He then touched my head, then ruffled my hair, "I don't need you here anymore, you can go to the sofa and wait for ready-made ones!"

    ""

    It seems that my peach-like smile has worked on him, and cast a spell on him, otherwise, he wouldn't have indulged me like this!

    As a result, he went to the bathroom, washed his hands frantically, and then went back to the kitchen, washing vegetables frantically!

    It's heartbreaking!  How dirty should my hair be?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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