Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

Lengscheng stood aside, watching her busy.

His slender body leaned against the door, watching her come and go in the kitchen with her back to him. His footsteps were very quiet, and he didn't deliberately call her, but saw that she had bought a lot of vegetables by herself, of all kinds, and they were about to pile up into a hill.

Gu Qingqing knows how to cook. When I was young, my parents had to go to work. Gu Qingqing was still in elementary school, and stepped on a small bench to cook at home. After marrying Lengscheng, in order to please him, she also deliberately learned cooking.

The vegetables she bought were already placed on the kitchen chopping board. She did not rush to cook them one by one, but cleaned them all up and put them aside. The ones that should be soaked, the ones that should be washed, and the ones that should be marinated first. Pickled first.

In order to be afraid of getting her clothes dirty, she even bought a pink cartoon apron in the shape of a bunny, which looked a little silly.

But, don't know why, this stupid look, he looked at it and thought it was-very interesting.

Before going to work every day, someone puts on him clothes and a tie, and after coming back from get off work every day, there are people who cook for him.

He had never had such a firework, such an ordinary little happiness, but, I don't know why, this feeling made him feel so warm, happy, and comfortable.

Gu Qingqing has been busy. After washing the vegetables, she began to cut vegetables. She just put a handful of spinach on the cutting board with a knife in her hand. When she lowered her head and was about to cut the vegetables, she suddenly noticed that there was something on the floor. A shadow?

Wouldn't it be a thief?

She clenched the kitchen knife in her hand, and her body became straight. She did not dare to turn her head rashly. Instead, she lowered her head and glanced at the ground. She really saw a pair of shoes by the door, which were men's shoes!

The more nervous people are, the more they will think randomly. Gu Qingqing didn't move. She quietly reached into her pocket with her other hand, and opened the phone—Lengscheng’s phone was designed by her to be urgent. Dial, this one turned on, immediately activated, Lengsicheng's cell phone, ringing right behind her!

"what!--"

Gu Qingqing was taken aback. As soon as he turned around, he saw that Leng Sicheng was leaning on the door slantingly, and the corner of his lips looked at her slightly!

She shook her hand, the kitchen knife in her hand was slanted, and she didn't feel it until she cut it.

She didn't feel it, but Lengscheng looked distressed. He took the lightness on his face and took a step forward. First took the kitchen knife in her hand, threw it aside, and then grabbed her again. Hand, looking at her wounded wound: "What's the matter with you?"

Maybe it was because his tone was a bit cold, Gu Qingqing was startled, "I...I just saw your shadow, so..."

Leng Sicheng was a bit regretful. He didn't expect that he just hid here to watch her cook for himself, but he scared her and hurt her hand.

Leng Sicheng took her hand up and looked at it with a little pain. There was a slanted cut on Bai Shengsheng's finger. Although the wound was not deep, it was bleeding all the time, like red plums in full bloom in the snow.

Gu Qingqing realized that her finger had been cut by a kitchen knife, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Just find a band-aid."

Leng Sicheng swept her cold eyes on her hand, grabbed her hand, and gently held her finger in her mouth in her surprised gaze, gently sucking off her overflowing blood drops!