love addiction

He even felt a little wronged, he was still angry with her, why?

Isn't she open-minded enough?

At this time, in Ming Ziyu's room, after he slammed the door and entered, he was so bored that he couldn't calm down.

He smashed things easily, smashed everything that could be smashed, as if this would make him feel more comfortable.

What did that damned woman say?
understand?
Should he praise her for her generosity?

God damn it!

In the past two days, he had forced himself not to look for her, and used a lot of work to numb himself. Who knew that when he saw her text message, he couldn't hold himself back. He left a lot of work and ran back, thinking Listen to her say that for yourself.

If it weren't for the SMS records on the phone, Ming Ziyu would have thought it was just a dream!
Ye Qingcheng, you contradictory woman!
Damn!

Ming Ziyu smashed it, took another cold shower, and seemed to calm himself down slowly. Looking at the mess in the room, his eyes sank, he turned around and opened the door to go out.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on Ye Qingcheng's door, "Ye Qingcheng, open the door!"

Ye Qingcheng, who had just fallen asleep, heard the knock on the door, and was too frightened to open the door, and asked weakly, "You, what else do you want?"

"Clean up the room! My room is in a mess!" Ming Ziyu said confidently.

Ye Qingcheng bit her lip and looked at the clock on the wall, "Ming Shao, it's already late, why don't I clean it up tomorrow."

"No! I want it now! The room is so messy I can't sleep!"

"..."

Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips, knowing that Ming Ziyu was a typical case of looking for trouble for nothing, so she could only resign herself to getting up, put on her coat, opened the door, and saw a man with a gloomy face standing at the door.

She sighed secretly in her heart, and finally went to help clean the room.

The mess in the room was beyond Ye Qingcheng's imagination. This man must have vented his anger with these things just now.

Ye Qingcheng estimated that within an hour or two, the ratings were not good, and she probably wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight. She rolled up her sleeves and resigned herself to packing up.

Ming Ziyu walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, and slowly tasted it.

One is drinking red wine leisurely, and the other is resigning to fate to clean up the room. The two schedules are in stark contrast.

Ye Qingcheng knew it was unfair, but this world was unfair, no matter how wronged she was, she could only endure it.

This point, since her mother passed away, she has a very deep understanding.

Ming Ziyu smashed a lot of debris just now. Although Ye Qingcheng had been carefully avoiding those debris, she still accidentally cut her finger because it was too sudden. The man was pulled up by Ming Ziyu, "You are such a big man, don't you have eyes? Don't you know that you can't pick up the pieces with your hands?"

Ye Qingcheng shrank from being scolded by him, and said sullenly, "I thought I wouldn't be hurt."

"Ye Qingcheng, how many more things do you think?" He cursed angrily, pushed her on the sofa and said, "Sit down, I'll go get the medicine box,"

"Ming Shao, no need, it's just a small wound..."

"How dare you say one more word!" Ming Zi scolded furiously.

Ye Qingcheng really didn't dare to speak anymore, after all, it would be scary for Ming Ziyu to get angry, and she didn't dare to provoke her.

When Ming Ziyu found the medicine box, treated her wound, and washed her with alcohol, Ye Qingcheng didn't make any sound of pain, which made Ming Ziyu very upset.

He looked up and saw her forbearing face, couldn't help but frowned and said, "Cry out when it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." She shook her head, afraid that Ming Ziyu wouldn't believe it, and she emphasized, "It really doesn't hurt. The wound is very small. I often hurt myself when I was young. These are nothing."

Ming Ziyu paused while cleaning the wound, thinking of what happened to her, coupled with what she said now, her heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He took a deep breath, so he didn't let himself hug her impulsively to comfort her, but asked in a deep voice, "Why do you often hurt yourself? Ye Qingcheng, you don't care about your body, and you expect others to do it Do you cherish it?"

"No... I didn't know how to cook when I was a child. When I was learning to cook, I often hurt my hands, but it got better later on..." Ye Qingcheng said weakly, "I was only nine years old at that time, and even the cooking pot was enough. No, I can only cook with a small bench, and being splashed with oil is a common occurrence.”

"Okay!" Ming Ziyu was very annoyed suddenly, "Stop talking!"

"I'm sorry..." Ye Qingcheng almost subconsciously wanted to apologize, thinking that he had done something wrong.

This is also due to her life since she was a child. Once something happens, she will always be the first to apologize. Otherwise, she will be beaten or scolded by her mother. In order not to make her angry, Ye Qingcheng will be the first to apologize.

It's almost an instinct of the body.

But to Ming Ziyu's ears, it was so unpleasant.

"Why do you have to apologize? Ye Qingcheng, you didn't do anything wrong, why do you have to apologize? Do you want to live in this way for the rest of your life?" Ming Ziyu was particularly angry, and his tone was not so good.

Ye Qingcheng was too frightened to say anything, so she could only bite her lip and lower her head, as if she had done something wrong.

Ming Ziyu was angry again, seeing her like this, he couldn't continue to scold her, so he could only say, "Forget it, forget it, don't clean up for a while, go back to your room."

After finishing speaking, he bandaged her wound, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he said, "Don't get wet from now on, it will make the wound inflamed, and don't do housework, there will be servants to do it, and strive to be in the competition." Time to recover."

"Well, thank you." Ye Qingcheng said gratefully, looked at the still messy room, and asked worriedly, "Then here..."

"I'll clean it up myself! Don't worry about it!"

"Oh……"

It is true that she is worrying blindly!

Ye Qingcheng returned to the room, looked at the neatly wrapped gauze from the wound, and shook her head helplessly.

In fact, it was just a little scratch, it was not a problem at all, but Ming Ziyu was so nervous.

and many more……

nervous?

He is nervous about himself?

Ye Qingcheng was stunned suddenly, as if he couldn't believe what he found.

How could Ming Ziyu be nervous about herself? It's probably just... because she was injured in his room, so she cares so casually, right?

Well, it must be like this, Ye Qingcheng, don't think too much, don't be too sentimental.

Yes, it must be so.

***
Because of Ming Ziyu's order, Ye Qingcheng didn't get up early to make breakfast, and when she went downstairs, she found that someone had already made breakfast.

And this person is actually Ye Qingxin!

She was surprised, Ye Qingxin is a young lady who doesn't touch the sun, how could she go to a place like the kitchen?
When she was at home before, Ye Qingxin also said that she would never touch a place like the kitchen.

But now, she is really busy in the kitchen.

Yan Yueru was still guiding Ye Qingxin from the side, "Yes, that's how it is cut, slow down, be careful..."

"what!"

Before Yan Yueru finished speaking, Ye Qingxin's hand was cut off.

"Cut it? Is it serious? Mom, let's see." Yan Yueru was so distressed that she immediately grabbed Ye Qingxin's hand to check.

But Ye Qingxin held back and said, "Mom, it's okay, Young Master Ming wants to eat the breakfast I made, I have to prepare it, it's okay."

"It's all bleeding..."

"Just clean it up." Although Ye Qingcheng said so, Ye Qingcheng still heard some crying in Ye Qingxin's voice.

She looked suspiciously at the leisurely man sitting on the sofa, as if she didn't hear what happened in the kitchen, but instead watched the news leisurely.

Ye Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, then raised her leg and walked towards the kitchen.

But after only two steps, Ming Ziyu called out, "Ye Qingcheng, come here."

"Oh." Ye Qingcheng could only give up the idea of ​​helping in the kitchen, and when he got to Ming Ziyu's side, "What orders does Master Ming have?"

"Help me read the newspaper."

Ye Qingcheng, "..."

Do you still need to read newspapers?
Isn't he watching the news?

Although Ye Qingcheng felt puzzled, he did as he did and read the newspaper.

Ye Qingxin tossed and tossed in the kitchen for a while, and when she came out, her hands were already covered with bruises.

Yan Yueru's heart ached a lot, but she didn't forget to ask Ming Ziyu to sympathize, "Young Master Ming, look at our family's love, how hard it is to make breakfast for you, and it hurts her hands, she's going to participate in the competition tomorrow Ah, I don't know if this injury will affect my performance..."

"I just said it casually, she did it herself." Ming Ziyu said leisurely, and directly slapped Yan Yueru hard in the face.

Yan Yueru smiled awkwardly, "Qin Xin is also infatuated with Ming Shao, and she does this willingly."

"Ming Shao, I made this, try it." Ye Qingxin brought the breakfast with trembling hands.

Ming Ziyu glanced at it, then interrupted Ye Qingcheng, "Go and wait for me in the car first."

"But I still..."

"You want me to say it a second time?" Ming Zi asked in danger.

Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to object, and hurried out to wait for him obediently in the car.

And Ming Ziyu stood up, buttoned his suit with one hand and said, "I was quite hungry just now, but now I suddenly don't feel hungry anymore."

"Then...then you can try it casually." Ye Qing said unwillingly.

"No, I don't really like to eat when I'm full. How about this, you can make me lunch and send it to the company, and I'll eat it then."

Ye Qingxin, who was already discouraged, immediately became happy when she heard this, "Okay, okay, I will definitely deliver lunch to Ming Shao. What would Ming Shao want to eat?"

"Just ask the maid, she will tell you, I'm going to the company, goodbye."

"Ming Shao, see you at noon." Ye Qingcheng waved happily.

Ming Ziyu took two steps, then turned back and told her, "By the way, I want to eat something made by you, not someone else's. After all, that's the only way to show your heart."

"I will definitely do it with my own hands!" Ye Qingxin promised.

Only then did Ming Ziyu nodded in satisfaction, "I'll wait for your lunch."

After finishing speaking, she smiled charmingly, causing Ye Qingxin to lose her mind.

As soon as Ming Ziyu left, Ye Qingxin immediately said to Yan Yueru, "Mom, did you see that? Young Master Ming said he wanted to eat lunch made by me. He must be interested in me."

"Yes yes yes, I think so too, Qingxin, you have to work hard!"