Meng Shao divorced his wife and kept loving him

After receiving the information that Meng Zhiyang would be home before [-]:[-], Lian Wuyi almost ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, dug out all the fresh ingredients and placed them on the glazed table. After seeing how to match the dishes, he immediately started to prepare dinner.

After the last dish was cooked and brought to the table, Lian Wuyi went back to the kitchen to look at the thick soup that was still simmering.

Look at the time, the soup should be almost stewed, but I don't know how it tastes?
In fact, Lian Wuyi's ability to stew soup has been praised by everyone, but today it is stewed for Meng Zhiyang, and she is afraid that it is not good enough and disappoints Meng Zhiyang.

In order to make sure that the taste of the soup was okay, Lian Wuyi took a small sip of half a bowl of soup out of a bowl, carefully feeling the taste that her taste buds told her, she looked at the soup in the bowl and said to herself:
"The taste is already very strong, but it seems that there is not enough salt. I don't know if he likes a lighter taste?"

Lian Wuyi didn't know that Meng Zhiyang, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, heard every word of his soliloquy.

As soon as he entered the door, he wanted to put the thermos in his hand into the kitchen first. As soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he saw her tasting the soup, and naturally heard her foolishly asking herself.

However, she seemed to care a lot about whether he was satisfied with her soup.Her caring made him very satisfied, because she was thinking about him and made the soup.

Meng Zhiyang happily walked behind Lian Wuyi, just as Lian Wuyi turned around, and suddenly saw a person, Lian Wuyi was so frightened that he instinctively took two steps back and stood against the stove, where the soup was still stewing.

Meng Zhiyang's heart tightened, he pulled Lian Wuyi into his arms, and cursed:
"Am I a ghost, you get so scared when you see me?"

If she backed up a little harder, she might overturn a pot of soup, in case she was scalded...!
Thinking of the worst outcome, Meng Zhiyang frowned and became irritable, he didn't want to see her get hurt.

Lian Wuyi shrunk her body when he cursed, she looked up at his frowning, feeling a little wronged.

She was timid, and it was because he walked silently and suddenly appeared in front of her that she was frightened.Besides, how did she ever say that he was a ghost?
"I didn't know you were back. I was scared when I saw someone suddenly."

As soon as Lian Wuyi finished speaking, he lowered his head a little, not daring to look at him, and forgot that her body was still being hugged by him.

Because of holding Lian Wuyi, Meng Zhiyang could easily smell the faint scent of osmanthus on her body again.Especially the smell emanating from her hair is stronger.

He remembered that she had long, loose braids that suited her well in the morning, and now she had all her hair tied up on top of her head, forming a half-loose, half-tight bun.There were untied strands of hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks, casually scattered around her ears.

Meng Zhiyang suddenly wanted to take a good look at the way she curled up her hair. He forgot that he was still teaching her stupidity, and said to her in a low voice:
"Head up!"

Lian Wuyi looked up again according to his instinctive reaction, but saw his different eyes, he seemed to be looking at her very carefully, why?
Meng Zhiyang found that whether it was a loose long braid or all the hair was coiled up, it was very suitable for Lian Wuyi's quiet and clean temperament.

With her hair tied up, her slender neck was exposed. At first glance, the beautiful collarbone not covered by the clothes and her flawless slender neck are particularly eye-catching!
Looking closely at her face, there is no makeup at all.She didn't even change the most basic eyebrows that a woman should have.

But she is right not to change, because her eyebrows seem to be beautiful enough by nature, and there is no need to use eyebrow pencils to superimpose them.

And the eyelashes on her clear and distinct double eyelids are long and slightly curled. When she blinks, they flicker like a fan, which is especially exciting!

"Do you use perfume?"

Is the scent of osmanthus on her body the result of long-term use of some kind of perfume or other skin care products?But it doesn't smell like artificial fragrance at all!

Lian Wuyi blinked his eyes wide, not understanding why he would ask her if she used perfume?

Although he was puzzled by his question, Lian Wuyi answered truthfully:
"I don't use perfume. I'm allergic to too strong perfume. I sneeze easily when I smell it."

"Then why do you always smell of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"Osmanthus fragrance?"

Lian Wuyi thought about what he said, she guessed that he was too close to her, so it was easy to smell her body fragrance.

too close!Oh my god, it's just that they are too close, they are all hugged, can they not be close?

She reacted and pushed him, saying:

"You...you let me go first, okay?"

Meng Zhiyang really wanted to say no, he really hoped that her reaction could be a little slower!

He finally let go of his holding her. Compared with Lian Wuyi's helplessness, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, so what if he hugged her?

"Well...the food is ready, you...won't you go and eat first, and I'll serve the soup for you?"

"You don't want to know what my taste is, so give me a sip of the soup now to see if it's salty or light."

"what?"

"Oh what, didn't you just say to yourself that the soup was not salty enough?"

Meng Zhiyang looked at Lian Wuyi's slightly red face, and his mood returned to ease.She seemed like a magical creature, because she could make him happy and upset him at any time.

So far, she is the only person in this world who can touch his two emotions at the same time.

Who the hell is she? Why is her ability so great that after he spends a short time with her, he always thinks about her every move inadvertently?
Lian Wuyi didn't know that Meng Zhiyang was full of thoughts at this time, she felt ashamed because he heard her talking to herself, and obediently filled a little soup and brought it to Meng Zhiyang.

But Meng Zhiyang didn't answer, he just looked at her and said:
"I haven't washed my hands yet."

Lian Wuyi looked at him, isn't it okay to wash now if you haven't washed your hands?The washbasin is next to him.

But Meng Zhiyang just didn't move, just looked at her, as if he wanted her to guess what he meant.

"Shall I... feed you?"

"Ah."

Meng Zhiyang answered it as a matter of course, but Lian Wuyi couldn't be as calm as him. He is not a patient who can't move. Isn't it strange that she wants her to feed him soup so intimately?

But he said he wanted her to feed him, so could she not feed him?

Lian Wuyi did a lot of feeding people soup, and it wasn't difficult at first.But feeding Meng Zhiyang soup, she found it very difficult.

Because it was a bit messy, she could only blow on the hot soup according to the usual habit of feeding Mother Lian and Grandpa Lian, and then lifted the spoon and brought it to Meng Zhiyang's mouth.

Meng Zhiyang looked at the thick soup on the spoon, just now her breath was blowing into the soup, now that he drank it, it was like drinking her breath into his stomach, right?

After drinking the soup, it may be because of her breath in the soup, it tastes very sweet.

Lian Wuyi saw that he swallowed the soup without saying a word, so he took the initiative to ask him.

"How about it? Do you want to add some salt?"

"I can't taste it that way."

"what?"

If you can't taste it like this, how can you taste it?

"Do you want to drink two more sips?"

Lian Wuyi thought he didn't drink enough, so he fed another spoonful to his mouth, but Meng Zhiyang said:
"You come to drink the soup, and I will draw conclusions on the taste."

Lian Wuyi was dumbfounded, what is the way to taste the taste? How does he know how it tastes when she drinks the soup?
"Drink quickly, finish the soup in the bowl first."

Meng Zhiyang urged Lian Wuyi, but Lian Wuyi didn't understand what he wanted to do, but he still stupidly finished the little soup in the bowl, then licked his lips and said:
"I don't think it's necessary to... um...!"

Lian Wuyi was defenseless, he just wanted to discuss with Meng Zhiyang whether to add salt to the soup.

But why did he... kiss her? ? ?
Time seems to stand still, but it is rippling in the stillness...! !

The temperature in the kitchen was already high. Lian Wuyi has been busy cooking, and her body is still slightly sweating. Now she feels that her whole body is getting hotter.

Because of the temperature, heartbeat, and his sudden passionate kiss, she could hardly stand it.But she was willing to let him kiss deeply, and she even responded to him slowly with jerky...

But she felt that she was about to suffocate, and she couldn't accept all he gave.

Just when she thought she was going to faint, Meng Zhiyang's kiss stopped, but his lips were still lowered to hers, and his forehead touched hers.

Because both of them were breathing very rapidly, each other's breath was continuously inhaled into each other's chest and lungs!

Meng Zhiyang finally pecked Lian Wuyi's seductive red lips before forcing himself to stay away from her lips. If he didn't feel that she couldn't bear his deep kiss for a longer time because of jerky, he wouldn't want to stop. down.

Looking at her beautiful big eyes that were confused and misty, Meng Zhiyang raised his lips with a nasty smile and said:

"The taste is just right, no need to add salt, let's put the soup out, it's time to eat."

Leaving the soulless Lian Wuyi behind, Meng Zhiyang happily went to the dining room to wait for dinner.

Lian Wuyi held his chest and breathed heavily. He asked her to drink soup, and he came to the conclusion about the taste, so that's what he meant.

However, he is too bad, what kind of way is this to taste, it is obviously to eat her tofu, right?
No matter how shy, Lian Wuyi procrastinated and procrastinated in the kitchen, and finally filled the soup and put it on the table in the restaurant.

Meng Zhiyang acted as if nothing had happened, he didn't speak, and he had already started picking up vegetables to eat.

Lian Wuyi wished that he would stop talking, and now she didn't know if she could talk to him normally.

But she still has to talk, because she is going down to the 27th floor, and the level may be back, she promised to be responsible for cooking to lower the rent.

"You... eat first, I'll clean up the dishes later."

Lian Wuyi wanted to run away as soon as he said that, but Meng Zhiyang didn't give her a chance to leave, he called her to stop and said:

"Stop, why are you going?"

Lian Wuyi looked back at him, opened his mouth and said:
"Brother Cheng may be back, I..."

"Tell him to roll up and eat."

"what?"

Lian Wuyi didn't expect Meng Zhiyang to let him have dinner, but last night he lost his temper because of it, didn't he?

"Then I'll go down and call him..."

"Is the mobile phone used for making soup? Don't go down."

He didn't want to treat him with such high courtesy if he had to go down to invite someone to eat in person.

"Oh."

Lian Wuyi didn't dare to refute Meng Zhiyang's domineering, so he could only use his mobile phone to type WeChat voice.

However, Meng Zhiyang got up and snatched the phone from Lian Wuyi before he answered the call.

The voice call that Lian Wuyi dialed on his cell phone was "Kind Daddy Long-Legs".

In Lian Wuyi's eyes, he is a kind-hearted uncle with long legs, so what kind of existence will he be in her eyes?
In other words, that guy is so kind, what eye does Lian Wuyi see that he is kind, her eyesight is fine, right?

After waiting for a while, Meng Zhiyang almost hung up directly, but the degree answered the voice, but he only said the word "Wuyi", and Meng Zhiyang said directly to Lian Wuyi's phone :
"Roll up to eat by yourself within 3 minutes, don't wait when it's over."

After speaking, he hung up the voice directly and put Lian Wuyi's mobile phone beside him, as if it was his mobile phone.

I don't know if it's because of the degree, but Lian Wuyi noticed that Meng Zhiyang's expression changed to an expression of not getting close to strangers.

She wisely didn't speak, and didn't dare to rush to get back her mobile phone. She went to the kitchen silently to get an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks for the degree to prepare.