i really don't like you

Having said that, Mr. Xiao Jiang was still very melancholy because of this matter. He was worried about something in his heart, so it was inevitable that he was a little distracted.

This day, I was a little absent-minded on the way home after eating with Song Yi, and I was a little ummm when I talked to Song Yi. When I arrived at the door, Song Yi turned off the car and asked, "What's wrong with the company?"

"Ah?" Jiang Yuebai took a while to react: "No, no."

"Um"

Jiang Yuebai carefully threw out the question that he had been hesitating all the way. He looked at Song Yi and said, "It's all downstairs anyway, do you want to go up and sit down?"

Adults invite each other to sit upstairs, the meaning is self-evident, but if it is Jiang Yuebai, Song Yi is really not sure if he really just wants him to go up and sit.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Yuebai let out an ah, and said, "I suddenly remembered that I still have some unfinished work at home. Next time, next time."

He remembered that he was busy with work during this time, and he had to go to Song Yi after work, but he hadn't cared about cleaning the room for a long time.

Just kidding, how does his messy chicken coop house entertain guests?Let alone doing something like this or that.

Song Yi glanced at him: "OK"

Say good next time is next time.

On the same day in the second week, Jiang Yuebai was busy with an important phased project of the company recently. With more free time, it was time for him to plan his 'next time' plan.Before going out, I spent more than an hour to tidy up the messy home and finally went to the company with satisfaction.

When it was time to get off work, President Xiao Jiang went to the Second Hospital full of fighting spirit to bring the person out, but instead of taking him to the restaurant, he took Song Yi to a nearby large supermarket.

"Aren't you going to eat at your fancy restaurant today?"

Jiang Yuebai shook his head and said righteously: "What a rich family, do you eat out every day? Occasionally you have to cook by yourself, brother Song Yi, brother is going to sacrifice himself today, so I will show you something and let you try it." What is real delicacy in the world."

Song Yi joked: "Are you sure it's a delicacy in the world?"

After all, Jiang Yuebai's craft, he was "fortunate" to try it once, it is really not flattering.

Damn, I was underestimated.Jiang Yuebai was gearing up, and gave him a proud look: "I learned it specially, just wait and see."

He analyzed it thoughtfully, and it seems a bit too abrupt to bring people home directly like last time?This time, the gourmet strategy was adopted to lure Song Yi upstairs with the delicious food he cooked by himself, and have a candlelight dinner that is said to be very romantic. When the atmosphere is so high, it is really hard not to think that nothing will happen.

Hey, when two novices fall in love, one of them must take the initiative to pay. Xiao Jiang always has a heavy responsibility and dare not neglect.

If you want to pursue romance, then you have to follow through to the end.

Hot pot is definitely not acceptable, after all, the scene of eating hot pot under a candlelight dinner seems a little weird.

In order to leave a romantic night for Dr. Song, Mr. Xiao Jiang reluctantly parted with the hot pot. He stayed away from the hot pot base and quietly chose two steaks and put them in the shopping cart. Song Yi reminded him friendly: "Are you sure you want to use this kind of beef? This Money is a test of heat."

Hey, this hasn't even started yet, so let him extinguish his arrogance, Jiang Yuebai glared at him: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Song Yi laughed, and stopped interfering, letting Jiang Yuebai gallop in the supermarket, buying some messy and expensive ingredients.

In the end, they left the supermarket with a big bag of things, and Jiang Yue said with a white-eyed look: "Go to my house, I will cook for you myself."

This little thought, how could I hide it from Song Yi, he hummed, and Jiang Yuebai happily nestled on the passenger seat and hummed.

Not long after he arrived home, he struggled to carry his things upstairs. He took out the key to open the door. Who knew he had touched his body several times, but still couldn't find the key. Jiang Yuebai thought for a while and said with a bitter face: "Song Yi, I have the key It seems that when I cleaned up the house in the morning, I put it in the porch and didn’t bring it out.”

"I remember your home lock is a smart lock, you can swipe your fingerprints."

"I changed it some time ago." Jiang Yuebai wanted to cry but had no tears: "Something went wrong, anyone's fingerprints were allowed in, so I changed the key lock back, now it's all right, I can't get in. "

Coincidentally, when Jiang Yuebai glanced at his glasses, he happened to see several small advertisements pasted on the door of the opposite family. One of the huge words "unlock" caught his attention. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call. Song Yi suddenly said: "Go to my house."

Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly burned up, and she said nonchalantly, "Okay."

Song Yi’s house was close or far away, but it was considered a drop-in route. Half an hour later, he arrived at the downstairs of the community. After getting out of the elevator, Song Yi opened the door neatly, took the things from him, and said, “Come in. ,Sit anywhere."

Jiang Yuebai snorted, feeling a little awkward right now.Obviously, he had broken into here countless times before to act as a domineering, but now he suddenly acted reserved, and even asked, "Do you want to change your shoes?"

Song Yi glanced at him: "When did Mr. Jiang become so polite?"

After Jiang Yuebai changed his shoes, he laughed awkwardly. Seeing Song Yi entering the kitchen with his things rolled up, he hurriedly rushed over and drove them away: "It's agreed that I'm here today. You are not allowed to break your promise."

"Are you sure?" Song Yi asked suspiciously again,

This look undoubtedly hurt Mr. Jiang's heart: "Just wait and see!"

Song Yi smiled and took out a gray plaid apron from the drawer and put it on his head: "Put this on, you should need him."

Isn't this looking down on people? !

Jiang Yuebai's rare competitive spirit was aroused by him. After putting on the apron, he drove the person out of the kitchen completely, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and said boldly: "Give me a Hours are the most, I guarantee you a delicious steak.”

Song Yi said: "OK"

Now that Jiang Yuebai had made up his mind, Song Yi didn't want to discourage him any more. He was too tired after several major surgeries these days, so he went back to the bedroom to take a rest.

What woke him up was a bang from the kitchen. Song Yi opened her eyes, lifted the quilt and hurriedly got up to look. As soon as she left the bedroom, she was blocked by the burning smell and smoke all over the room. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a mess, vegetables scattered all over the floor and stove.

Jiang Yuebai stood there with a pot in his hand. Two steaks were heating up in the pot. Miraculously, one piece was undercooked, and the other piece was as black as coke. Seeing that everyone was fine, Song Yi laughed, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, and asked leisurely: "Well, it's been almost an hour and a half. May I ask Mr. Jiang if he can serve dinner?"

Jiang Yuebai stood there with a face full of tears, pointing to the stove: "The fire in your house is too difficult to use, and there is no way to control the heat."

Song Yin hummed twice: "What's the matter with the things on the ground? Did the stove become an automatic hand?"

"Don't say it, I was wrong." Mr. Xiao Jiang couldn't bear the shame and indignation. He thought about the candlelight dinner all night and lost such a big man in front of Song Yi. Now he lowered his head in shame.

Seeing the complaint, Song walked over, snatched the pot from his hand, and put it back where it was. Jiang Yuebai was wearing a dirty apron and Han stood aside and looked at him bitterly: "Can you pretend that you have nothing today?" See? I really learned."

Without saying a word, Song Yi cleaned up the things on the ground, cleaned the stove again, and finally, stood in front of him, stretched out her arms towards him, woo woo woo, there is still love to encourage and hug, Jiang Yuebai hugged back unceremoniously and put her head on Song Yi's shoulder, sighing quietly: "Today, I'm so embarrassed."

As a result, Song Yi just reached behind him to untie the apron for him, and moved the person aside by the way: "It's so late, it's too late to make any big meals, have you finished cooking the noodles in clear soup?"

Self-proclaimed amorous Mr. Jiang: "...."

He was really ashamed to stay in the kitchen anymore, so he found an excuse to go out to get some fresh air, and by the way, he visited Song Yi's house, which he hadn't visited for a while, well, it was as cold and concise as ever, in Song Yi's usual style.

Strolling around, he was worried, and wandered back to the kitchen, imitating Song Yi and leaning against the door to watch. At that time, the water in the pot was boiling, and Song Yi was going down in it. He didn't wear an apron, but rolled up his cuffs. Standing up, he weighed the amount of noodles into the pot with his knuckle-knuckle hands. It was a simple movement, but it showed his ease.

Jiang Yuebai watched from behind, and his heart was hit. He felt that Song Yi, who was cooking noodles quietly and leisurely with his back turned to him, was so exciting. He was used to being serious and serious in the hospital. Song Yi, but he never knew that he was so yearning for such a lifelike him.

In this silent night, Song Yi nested in the not-so-spacious kitchen, quietly cooking noodles for him.

Jiang Yuebai sighed in her heart, took a few steps forward, hugged Song Yi's strong waist from behind, put her head against his back, and sighed: "Song Yi, why are you so nice?"

"You have seen my shameful cooking skills before, so don't dislike me."

The corners of Song Yi's lips hooked slightly, and she held his hand with one hand, without saying a word.

After a while, two bowls of steaming noodles with delicious flavor and color were brought to the table. Jiang Yuebai picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but Song Yi got up and said, "Wait a minute."

Jiang Yuebai saw him walk into the bag where he put his things just now, and took out two candles from it. He blushed suddenly, thinking of his extremely failed steak:

"How do you know I bought this? Oh, you don't think I'm ashamed enough. Why do you take it out? Put it back, put it back."

Song Yi put the candle on the table, took out the lighter and lit it, the candle light was faintly lit, he got up and turned off the light, leaving only the faint yellow candle light in the room.

Song Yi sat back at the table: "Since you bought it, don't waste it. Who said that candlelight dinner can only be served with steak?"

"Philosopher, Dr. Song." Jiang Yuebai laughed and said, "That's fine, let's eat noodles by candlelight, anyway, we'll be ashamed together."