Song Ling can't cook.
He thinks cooking is a boring thing and a waste of brain cells.
Therefore, he never had any interest in cooking.
He rarely even went into the kitchen, but this time, because of a woman, he took the initiative to go into the kitchen and learned how to cook noodles.
It’s an incredible thing to think about.
Of course, he didn't think he couldn't control a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
While cutting tomatoes, he absentmindedly cut his finger and frowned slightly.
This small wound is nothing to someone who often uses a scalpel.
However, Liu Zhiyuan immediately ran over and grabbed his injured finger, picked up a tissue to help him stop the bleeding. After the bleeding stopped, she took him to the living room, found the medicine box, and put a Band-Aid on him.
Although she is a bit careless in her words, she is very careful and gentle when treating wounds. In her own words, a woman must have many sides.
Lively, cute, gentle, kind, careful and considerate, these are all skills.
Furthermore, it should be possible to switch between each mode freely.
Song Ling watched her movements, with a warmth in his eyes that she had never noticed before.
After putting the Band-Aid on, she realized that her behavior was a bit like a Band-Aid.
She added: "That's terrible!"
Song Ling said, "Not too bad."
Liu Zhiyuan ignored him, got up and went into the kitchen, cooking noodles skillfully.
There was a bowl of delicious tomato and egg noodles on the table, which made Song Ling feel even warmer.
Liu Zhiyuan was eating noodles, probably because she was hungry, and she ate with relish.
When she cooks noodles, she likes to put some ginger slices in them to taste. Of course, she doesn't eat the ginger slices. She picks out the ginger slices.
This time, she deliberately placed the selected ginger slice in front of the uncle and said, "Eat it for me."
Song Ling frowned. He didn't like ginger slices.
Liu Zhiyuan deliberately said, "Eat it for me."
Song Ling could only open his mouth.
At first I was not used to the taste of ginger slices, but after chewing them twice I found that the taste of ginger slices was not that strange.
After he finished eating, Liu Zhiyuan realized something.
It’s this uncle with mysophobia who doesn’t mind his saliva.
He ate her ginger slices and touched her face intimately.
Liu Zhiyuan's cheeks flushed slightly with shyness. "What are you doing sitting here? Go take a shower."
He simply replied: "With you."
Although there were only two simple words, there were still ripples in Liu Zhiyuan's heart.
Circle after circle, sweet ripples ripple on the lake of heart.
She refused awkwardly, "No, I don't want you to accompany me. You have the nurse's perfume on you. It makes me uncomfortable when I smell it."
Song Ling said, "Are you stupid?"
Liu Zhiyuan was unable to react. What kind of trick was this? How could she be called stupid?
Song Ling answered seriously, "The hospital has regulations that strictly prohibit all medical staff from using perfume while working."
Liu Zhiyuan was embarrassed, "..." After she finished eating, Song Ling suddenly stepped forward and pushed her into a corner.
Liu Zhiyuan panicked, "What are you doing?"
"What happened in bed," he answered directly, acting more dominant.
He pressed her down directly, and Liu Zhiyuan could only lean against the wall.
Liu Zhiyuan, "..."
In this way, Liu Zhiyuan was tormented until midnight.
The uncle seemed to want to make up for the emptiness in his body for half a month, but was finally forced by the person on the bed to admit that he was not angry.
They could only reconcile through negative distance contact.
The half-month cold war is over!
There is a wonderful feeling after reconciliation. Liu Zhiyuan believes that love can be cultivated.
A week later in the morning, Song Ling sent Liu Zhiyuan to work.
When they arrived at the company gate, Liu Zhiyuan pushed open the door and got out of the car.
Because I was harassed by a man until midnight last night, I woke up late this morning and will be late.
But as soon as his arms tightened, the uncle pulled the little body back.
She looked confused.
"What's wrong?"
Song Ling frowned.
Liu Zhiyuan was anxious, "What's wrong? I'm going to be late, don't pull me."
Song Ling reminded with a serious face, "What did you forget?"
Liu Zhiyuan thought about it. She had forgotten about the parting kiss. These past few days, when her uncle would send her to work, she would force him to accept. At first, he refused, not liking it.
I got used to it after just a few days.
Had she forgotten that he still cared?
Liu Zhiyuan felt a warm feeling in her heart, and she leaned forward with her red lips and gave him a sweet kiss.
As soon as he released her arm, she went to work in high spirits.
However, he was blocked by uninvited guests at the company gate.
To her, he was an uninvited guest.
For Duan Zichen, it was rare for him to have the courage to appear in front of her.
It had been almost a month since he'd lost touch with her, and he was going crazy.
However, Duan Zichen, whose features were still charming, stared at Liu Zhiyuan and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoyuan..."
His hoarse voice and heavy eyes revealed his deep longing.
Liu Zhiyuan felt very uncomfortable with this kind of look.
She is the kind of person who won't look back once she misses it.
Not to mention that Duan Zichen couldn't accept her, she couldn't accept Duan Zichen even more.
Whenever she thought of Duan Zichen and Pei Xiaoxiao's contact, she felt sick.
She didn't want to waste time dwelling on this missed relationship.
So, she just looked at Duan Zichen with a very strange look, and then asked coldly, "Excuse me, sir. Do we know each other?
"All of Duan Zichen's affection and longing were interrupted by her words.
A trace of pain flashed through his heart, and he could only walk forward.
"Xiao Yuan, don't be like this. Have you been okay this month?"
Liu Zhiyuan quickly took a step back and kept a distance from him.
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