C166 (1/2)

Jung was not a man who would hang his emotions on his face. He was usually cold, arrogant, proud, and had never understood how to write the word ”surrender.” He had always been the only one who obeyed him.

A person who had never understood the cause of gentleness, now, showing weakness in front of Ye Wuqing with a peeling posture, and saying the words that had been hidden in his heart for the past few days.

Jung looked away. She had already peeled off the skin of her pride. She didn't even want to see the flying flesh inside.

These words were partly true and partly false. However, he had ultimately told her the things that he did not want to see other people the most. However, he was completely unwilling to be honest because he still had something that he did not want to hide in his heart.

Once a person who never showed weakness showed weakness, it was very easy to make that person soften his heart, especially when he was in front of an outsider. This outsider was naturally referring to Xiao Ming's enthusiasm and furthermore, Teacher Xiao was not a simple outsider.

The corner of his mouth curved, but he had no other choice. He could only cut a few times in the middle, and when he slashed down, his target was not the Jiang in his hands, but the Jiang's fingers.

Ye Ci pursed her lips, her face expressionless. She didn't even have the time to react to the whiteness of the letter before she heard a groan coming from the kitchen. She quickly turned her head to look, and the bright red blood formed a stark contrast with the white chopping block.

The ribs were already chopped, so they wouldn't bleed anymore. They could only be human blood.

Ye Ci's body moved faster than her brain.

”Why did you cut off my hand again? Didn't I say I won't let you touch this?”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked from the living room to the kitchen. He came before Xiao Ming, and at that time, Rong En was still immersed in his own emotions.

When he cut to the middle finger, it was so deep that the bones could be seen. His ten fingers were connected to his heart. In such a short period of time, a layer of white perspiration had already appeared on Chef Xiao's forehead.

The little woman looked at the bleeding finger with a straight face, reproach, panic, and pain in her heart. She didn't dare to take the water to rinse it, so without a tissue, she went back to the living room and took the tissue from the tea table. She went back to the kitchen.

He seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was pregnant for a few months.

He carefully wiped the finger clean and dragged the person out of the kitchen before turning around to look for a medical kit in the closet.

Luckily, even though there had been no one living here before, Xiao Yan had prepared many things here in an attempt to put on a show.

Since he didn't know much about nursing, he knew how to do simple bandaging. He kept mumbling, ”How did you cut off my hand? You were too careless.” He was completely unaware of the shock that his words had brought to the two of them.

The word ”again” involved a series of fantasies.

So it turned out that this was not the first time he was cooking, and he was actually living a small life. It was just a few days, if he came a few days later, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That was Jung's idea.

Why was it ”again”? Was it because he remembered something? Otherwise, why would she say that word? The girl's face was soft and delicate, and she had her head lowered, focusing all her attention on the wound. She carefully treated it bit by bit, blushing with her red lips, blaming it endlessly.

The man's heart was burning hot, causing his blood to boil and flow to his bones and limbs. He ignored the wound on his hand and grabbed Ye Zhi's wrist, asking anxiously, ”What did you think of? Do you remember something? ”

The first time he cut it, it was intentional. He was not good at this, and only wanted the girl to pity him, frown for him, and worry for him.

He clearly knew that the girl liked him and loved him, but he wanted to do something that would make the girl love him more and love him more. Thus, he played a small trick that would make her embarrassed. Of course, with the cooperation of the people around her, the girl believed him and ordered him to not touch the things in the kitchen.

His hypocrisy was satisfied, and for this reason, he secretly rejoiced for a long time.

This time, he actually did not sincerely want to cook. God knows, he did not even know what to do with the steamed pork chop, let alone the braised meat or sweet vinegar, his original purpose was naturally to show that he would not cook, yet he was honest and wanted to personally cook for the woman he loved. When he could not do it, the woman would naturally stop him, all so that she could change his mind.

Even if it were a man, it wouldn't be too much to scheme a little for the sake of love.

Things were sliding in the direction he wanted them to go, and an accident happened at the most appropriate time.

Rönn's whiteness was just a simple whiteness. Being moved was like coughing, it was just for a moment, once the effort was gone, even a strong cough would result in a dry cough, its power at least halved.

After a few days of searching and waiting in the car, the man was no longer able to keep his composure. Perhaps he really wanted to have a calm talk with him in the beginning, but, once they came face to face, he really couldn't stay calm. In the end, he was still too proud. Being in a high position had never been tempered.

It was just like a child learning how to walk. They had to fall down and get up before they could learn how to walk.

His pride did not allow him to show any weakness for others. He was like a proud peacock, and when facing the crowd, he would open his mouth in a brilliant manner, hiding his bare ass without showing it to others.