Chapter 652 (1/2)

They came to Hanze's apartment.

The layout of the high-rise sea view room is not too luxurious.

There are no servants here. It seems a little deserted.

Han Ze entered the house, put the ingredients into the kitchen, took off his coat and tied his apron.

This simply surprised the audience.

In the hearts of thousands of girls, the prince charming is out of reach. For example, Han Ze, who is above the clouds, will wear an apron and wash water to make soup!

Song Muruo's eyes are not good, so she is not competent to wash, choose and cut vegetables.

She sat outside the open kitchen, drinking the fruit juice squeezed by Han Ze and directing Han Ze to do things.

Han Ze's hands and feet are very agile. At a glance, he knows that he is used to doing these things.

Song Muruo is limited by her eyesight and can't operate by herself, but she is very proficient in food cooking. She knows every process like the back of her hand. She can close her eyes, listen to the voice in the pot, judge the fire of the food, and then command Han Ze's actions.

The cooperation between the two people is very tacit.

Song Muruo sat there, eyes closed, head sideways, listening.

She senses everything entirely by hearing.

Her appearance is very beautiful, but it also makes people very distressed.

Old innocence is cruel. Such a perfect woman would not give her light.

But so what? She found a man who was willing to be her eyes.

Her smile is so calm and contented, calm and calm, as if invisible, is a very common thing.

Her behavior, movement and sight seemed to have no effect on her.

Han Ze, while cooking, looked back at Song Muruo from time to time. He obeyed her command without any perfunctory.

In ordinary people, making such a meal is warm, not to mention such a pair of handsome men and women.

Such a thing of vulgarity fireworks was forcibly made into a beautiful feeling by the two people.

The four dishes and one soup with complete color, flavor and flavor were immediately brought to the table.

Han Ze untied her apron, pulled song Muruo to the water table, washed her hands, kissed her on the forehead naturally, then pulled her to the dining table, put the filled rice in her hand, stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, and then sat down opposite her.

Song Muruo smiled, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: ”it smells good!”

Han Ze looked at her eyes and said softly, ”aren't you hungry?”

”Hungry.” Song Muruo answered obediently.

”What are you waiting for? Eat quickly. ” Han Ze patted her hand gently.

Song Muruo put down his chopsticks and bowl, tilted his head and said playfully, ”I want you to feed, I can't find food.”

Her big eyes closed.

In fact, it's the same whether she closes or opens.

Han Ze smiled. He had sandwiched a piece of beef, tried the temperature on his lips, and then handed it to song Muruo's lips: ”taste the beef fillet fried in your way.”

Song Muruo opened his mouth, nodded while eating and said, ”well, today's is very good. Han Ze, you have made progress again.”

Han Ze took a bite of his own meal and vaguely said, ”it was taught by master.”

Song Muruo smiled and narrowed his eyes. He touched the spoon in his hand, scooped the rice and put it in his mouth.

The two men had a meal talking and laughing.

After dinner, Han Ze still washed the dishes. Song Muruo accompanied him across the dining table and walked around the living room.

She introduced the house to the cameraman. It was a few steps from here to there and a few steps from there to there. She performed it for everyone in person.

I can't see. This heavy thing is completely different in Song Muruo's eyes. She smiles when she measures the distance, as if it was a very interesting thing.

However, the people who looked at it could not help but feel sad and sympathized with this proud woman.

Han Ze cleaned up, took off his apron, conveniently pulled song Muruo, who was having a good time, kissed her on the forehead, and his phone rang.

Han Ze went to the balcony to answer the phone.

Song Muruo doesn't go to Guan Hanze and introduces some small objects in the house to the camera.

On the other side, Han Ze, who called, was taken in by the camera.

”Dr. Lin, help me find a way again. You don't have to pay for the retina or eyeball. I just want a moon to see the light again.”

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”OK, please. We'll have a wedding soon. When we get married, I'll take her to you and you'll check her again.”

Obviously, Han Ze is contacting an ophthalmologist.

The host asked Han Ze, ”although Miss Song has no problem taking care of herself, Mr. Han still wants to cure her eyes, doesn't he?”

”Of course, seeing is better than not seeing. I must let her see the light again. ” Han Ze said it unequivocally.

Such determination makes people sigh.

Song Muruo, the real victim, doesn't care very much.

When the host asked her this question, her beautiful big eyes gleamed with tears: ”the doctor has long concluded that there is no way to cure my eyes.”