Madam escaped

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The atmosphere froze with her silence. After I washed my hands, I made a cup of tea and handed it to her. I racked my brains to think of topics, and then asked, "Didn't you go to Italy? How about that list?"

"It's a deal." She downplayed it, but looked at me seriously and asked, "Why did you resign? Or while I'm not around."

"Resign," I said while sipping tea to hide my nervousness, "it's because Julie keeps urging me, and it's too late to say hello to you."

She nodded her head and calculated: "According to what you said before Jinjin, you paid me 500 yuan a month, but now you only pay back 500 yuan, 9 euros. Even at the current exchange rate, it will cost more than [-] yuan." , how do you plan to return the remaining money to me?"

Now it's all right, originally I couldn't finish her love, and I took the initiative to ask for only 500 yuan a month to repay her for the rest of my life, but now I'm wrapping myself in it, how do I stop?

She looked at me like a businessman, and I took out [-] euros from the room and handed them to her: "I can only say sorry, I can't leave here now. Just pay it back to you at once!"

She didn't expect that I would just take the money out, and she accepted the money with a slightly hurt look on her face. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Does this mean that we have settled the matter?"

She stopped me from asking this question, what else can I do if I can't make up my mind?

In my mind, I thought of the words I once said to her that I hope she is happy and that I wish her a happy family.At this moment, under the gaze of her sad eyes, I couldn't speak.

Seeing me like this, she smiled casually and said, "That's fine. Before we really settle the relationship, can I stay with you for a few days?"

"Yes!" Although I don't know why she made such a request suddenly, I still agreed.

While I was making her bed and changing the bedding, she was working in the kitchen by herself, listening to those voices made me really nervous, so I quickly made the bed and went out to see that she was cutting potatoes there, clumsily but stubbornly.

I hurried forward to take her knife, and said at the same time, "I'll make it for you if you want to eat."

She moved away, and said in a stubborn tone: "Always eat what you cook, I have to cook a few meals for you!"

"It's just a few meals, don't worry about it." I didn't care.

But she was still stubborn: "Why don't you take it to heart?"

"It's easy for me, and I'm willing to make it for you."

She sneered and said: "According to what you said, making money is also very simple for me. I gave you the money willingly. Then why did you take it to your heart for so long and still have to return it to me?"

I think she is a little vexatious: "Can this be the same?"

She put down the knife and forced me to die, as if she wanted to see into my heart, and said: "In my opinion, every meal you cook for me is priceless and I cherish it very much. It can't be measured by money at all. Tell me, how should I repay this kind of situation?"

She looked at me condescendingly, leaving me nowhere to hide, saw her determination, saw her pain, until I saw tears flashing in her eyes, I reached out to wipe her tears helplessly, but I can't finish it.

I wiped it stubbornly, but she held my hand and asked sadly, "You can wipe off the tears on your face, but how can you wipe off the tears on your heart? Can you tell me?"

☆、Chapter 92

She still insisted on making this meal by herself, and she didn't even ask me to help.I can only stand next to her, worrying about the slipping potatoes, and worrying about her fingers, watching her clumsily looking at her mobile phone while pouring oil and frying vegetables, and watching her ignore the puffiness on her forehead Khan was cooking carefully and focused. When she put in a plate of potatoes with no visible ingredients, she said shyly: "I kept you waiting for a long time. I will make it today. I will make sure tomorrow." It will be better than what we did today."

My heart hurts very much, I love her, I can't bear to see her accommodating me like this, I can't bear to see her clumsy, my heart melts with pain.

If, like the night two years ago, she asked me if I dared to fall in love with her, I would definitely agree without hesitation.

But she didn't ask.

What is the reason?

I hesitated and thought, my heart ached and I felt caught, and I couldn't relax at all.

Sitting across from me, she carefully picked up a piece of potato, tasted it and said, "It seems a bit salty, but it's ripe, you can eat it."

She had a careful accommodating smile on her face, and a satisfied smile on her face, very charming.

The meal was very worrying. After it was over, I cleaned up the mess and asked her to take a bath.She didn't argue with me any more, and went to wash obediently.

After living for so many years, I have seen real and fake naked bodies. I have been in France for so many years, and the figures of men and women of various shapes can be seen every day. I can say without exaggeration , even if Beckham is standing in front of me, I can look at him like a cat or a dog without blushing and heartbeat.

(Of course, Beckham is very handsome, and his figure is also superb.)

After washing the dishes, when I was looking for her pajamas in the bedroom, how could I feel my legs go weak just listening to the sound of water inside?

"The pajamas are on the bed, you can wear them when you come out!" I said to her through the door.

She hummed.

The person who deliberately waited for her to take a bath to tease her back then is long gone. Now I am obediently sitting in the studio, looking at the half-drawn sketchbook to see if I can draw more, but I can’t think of anything in my mind. When I woke up, I had only studied the curve in detail a few hours ago, but what appeared was another curve that I hadn't seen in its entirety many years ago.

I think I was either poisoned by her, or my physiology has matured, and it's time to pick peaches. Otherwise, how can I explain the strangeness now?

I locked the studio door, facing the drawing board, thinking for a while that she should finish washing, right?After a while, I wondered if she could find a hair dryer?I was thinking about whether to go out and have a look, but I also felt that she was an adult. Am I c.ao worrying too much?

After a long time, she knocked on the door and said, "I'm going to sleep first."

I responded in a panic, without even opening the door to take a look.

It was a long time before I went out, she left a lamp outside, the bedroom door was ajar, and the inside was dark, as if a goblin was hiding inside, tempting me to take a look, but I was afraid to dare.

I stupidly stood one meter away from the bedroom door and looked at it for a long time before I sat down on the sofa, hugged the pillow, and thought about what to do right.

"Are you going to sit on the couch all night?"