After falling in love with the disabled president at first sight

Cheng Cheng grew up in S City, and he has long been accustomed to the typhoon that comes as a guest at every turn, but now he has Yin Mo's old wound in his heart, and listening to the sound of rain outside makes him very bored, unable to sleep, and waking up many times at night , kept paying attention to the movement in the living room, and couldn't help but secretly ran upstairs to check.

The lights in Yin Mo's bedroom were dimmed. He put his ear against the door and waited for a while, holding his breath, to make sure that there was no movement inside. Then he felt relieved and went downstairs to his room to rest.

After tossing like this all night, when he woke up in the morning, Cheng Cheng only felt more sleepy than yesterday.

The rain was still falling, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while. Seeing Yin Mo getting out of the elevator, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Did you sleep well last night, did the wound hurt?"

"No." Yin Mo's eyes fell on his face, and after a while, he went to the dining table without him.

Cheng Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, and followed him a few steps, still worried: "If it hurts, tell me. Although the externally applied medicine can only relieve the discomfort temporarily, it will always make you feel better after using it."

"It doesn't happen every time it rains."

After Yin Mo finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and ate the breakfast prepared by Cheng Cheng, and Cheng Cheng also sat back in his seat and began to eat. When he was almost finished eating, the man beside him suddenly said: "You put the medicine in the small bowl in the fridge."

"What?" Cheng Cheng looked at Yin Mo in confusion.

Yin Mo's plate was empty, he put down his chopsticks, took a piece of paper from the side to wipe his mouth, and then said calmly, "If the pain is unbearable, I will apply it myself."

The distance is unknown, so I still explained: "But before applying it, you need to steam it in a pot, and the hot compress will be effective."

It is not convenient to use the stove in a wheelchair.

"Buy an electric steamer."

Yin Mo, the electric steamer, can operate by himself. Cheng Cheng didn't understand why Yin Mo insisted on doing it by himself, and said a little unwillingly, "But the wound is on the back, so I can't see it..."

"Based on feeling." Yin Mo glanced at him, as if asking "Are there any questions?" Cheng Cheng thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any other reason, so he reluctantly agreed.

He lowered his head and began to pack up the tableware they had used, but Yin Mo did not leave immediately. When he finished his work and came out of the kitchen, the man was still sitting there motionless. He asked strangely, "Is there anything else?"

"Don't buy vegetables today." Yin Mo's eyes fell on his face again, "After packing, go to rest."

Hearing this, Cheng Cheng refused without even thinking about it: "No."

Maybe it was because he answered too quickly and simply, Yin Mo was taken aback before asking: "What?"

"Brother Zhao has already gone out at this point." Cheng Chengqian laughed twice, afraid that Yin Mo would call Zhao Wenbin to go back, so he quickly added, "Besides, don't you want an electric steamer? The time is right to buy them back together.”

Yin Mo seemed to be unable to find a reason to continue to stop him for a while, so he frowned after a while and said, "It's up to you."

Cheng Cheng recalled the appearance of the man when he drank the medicine last night, curled the corners of his mouth, reached out and tapped the word "Chuan" on the center of his eyebrows: "Don't frown, you will get wrinkles."

Yin Mo raised his eyes and looked at the young man. He didn't speak or move. Time seemed to freeze between the two of them. Only his hands holding the wheelchair tightened unconsciously.

Cheng Cheng didn't know what Yin Mo was thinking, he only knew that from the moment he met Yin Mo's gaze, his heart beat fast, as if it would burst out of his chest in the next second.

In the end, it was Yin Mo's cell phone ringing that interrupted the endless staring between the two, and two red clouds floated on Cheng Cheng's cheeks inexplicably. Turn around and hide in the kitchen.

Through the glass door, he could see the back of Yin Mo picking up the phone with one hand and controlling the wheelchair to leave with the other. After confirming that Yin Mo had gone to the living room, he dared to go to the sink to wash his face with cold water and pat him on the way. My hot cheeks make me sober, don't indulge in masculinity.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have an overly beautiful fantasy in his heart.

Does Yin Mo have a little affection for him?

# # #

With the experience of last night, although Yin Mo still doesn't like the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, his resistance has faded a lot.

When Cheng Cheng brought out the hot medicine, before Yin Mo hung up the phone, he put the medicine on the coffee table and made a gesture for Yin Mo to drink the medicine.

Yin Mo was still talking at first, but when he saw Cheng Cheng squatting by the table, as if he would not leave unless he drank, he had to say "wait a moment" to the other end of the phone, picked up the medicine bowl, and poured it into the bowl in one breath. The medicine is poured into the mouth.

Cheng Cheng gave him a thumbs up, stopped disturbing him, and left with a smile.

When Zhao Wenbin arrived, he found that although Cheng Cheng was still in a bad mood today, he was obviously in a particularly good mood.

After choosing the dishes in the supermarket, the two went to the appliance section to pick out a small electric steamer. Before paying the bill, Cheng Cheng said, "Brother Zhao, I also want to buy some butter and dried fruit."

"Okay." Zhao Wenbin responded, and asked curiously, "What kind of dishes are you going to use?"

"I want to try baking small biscuits, but I don't know if I can succeed."

The idea of ​​making small biscuits came to him when he watched Yin Mo drink medicine in the study last night. After all, compared with candy, he felt that the biscuits he baked for Yin Mo himself would be more meaningful, and he could adjust the sweetness according to the other party's preferences. Spend.

It is also because I plan to buy the materials today and start experimenting, so I must come to the supermarket.

"You want to make your own biscuits? You can, Xiaolu, any girl who will marry you in the future will be considered a blessing." Zhao Wenbin praised with a smile.

Cheng Cheng tilted his head and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you think that if you grab a person's stomach, can you really grab his heart?"

"That's not necessarily true, but ah, knowing how to cook is always an advantage." Zhao Wenbin thought for a while, and said a little embarrassedly, "I just like to eat meals made by my wife."

"Then sister-in-law must be very good at cooking." Cheng Cheng sighed.

In the morning in the kitchen, he seriously recalled all the things after meeting Yin Mo, and found that he often seemed to lose face in front of Yin Mo, and besides being able to cook, he really couldn't think of any other advantages in himself.

Could it be that Yin Mo really liked him because he could cook?

He felt that the possibility was unlikely, but he comforted himself. In ancient myths, there was a story about a snail girl who cooked and cleaned the house for her master every day, and finally fell in love with her master and lived happily together.

Thinking about it carefully, what he is doing now is not much different from what Tian Luo girl is doing.

# # #

After lunch, when Yin Mo went upstairs, Cheng Cheng plunged into the kitchen.

Because he was not sure what Yin Mo liked to eat, he bought several kinds of dried fruit, picked some of each and chopped them for later use, and then added egg liquid, milk, low-gluten flour and fruit to the butter in sequence according to the order in the tutorial. Dry, knead into a long loaf of dough, and put it in the refrigerator to chill.

While the dough was freezing, he hurriedly started cleaning.

After S City started garbage sorting, there was a fixed time for garbage to be put in. The garbage station at this point was not open, and Cheng Cheng took the packed garbage to the entrance as usual.

But maybe it was because he was worried about the half-cooked biscuits in the refrigerator, and he was a little anxious when he put down the garbage bag. One of the garbage bags fell on its side on the ground, and some of the contents fell out. Fortunately, it was a garbage bag from the study , Most of them contained some discarded documents, so he squatted down and picked up the scattered papers back into the bag.

Picking up, he suddenly stopped, staring at the photo paper that was pressed down in some surprise.

He was very familiar with the yellowed photo paper, he didn't need to turn it over to know what was printed on the front. After all, he just picked it up a day ago, and even in his dreams, the picture in the photo appeared repeatedly.

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a few seconds before reaching out to pick up the photo. He originally wanted to throw it back into the trash bag, but his hand was hanging above the bag. Looking at Yin Mo standing in the photo, he felt a little bit reluctant. Finally, he gritted his teeth , Fold the photo, take out the wallet and stuff it into the interlayer on the transparent side, so that at first glance it looks like a single photo.

Yin Mo threw away the photo, at least proving that he has nothing to do with the person in the photo.

Cheng Cheng was in a better mood, humming a song and went back to the kitchen to continue making his biscuits, because the temperature and time of the oven were included in the tutorial, and there was nothing wrong with the last step.

After the biscuit came out of the pan, he tasted a piece. The sweetness was moderate and the taste was crunchy. It should not be much worse than the one sold in the store. The only fly in the ointment was that he only remembered to buy the ingredients for the biscuit, but forgot to buy the container for the biscuit.

Cheng Cheng rummaged in the kitchen for a long time, and the only thing that seemed to be used to store biscuits was a glass jar in the corner. He put the baked biscuits into it, and it took up less than a third of the huge jar. There was still some time before dinner was prepared, so he simply started from scratch and made many more biscuits.

So that night, after Yin Mo finished drinking the medicine, he saw that Cheng Cheng had turned into magic, and moved in a large transparent glass jar for pickles from outside the door. Fragrant Cookies.

The author has something to say: I, a salted fish who doesn’t know how to make small biscuits, waits for friends to feed me every day

It even made my shou learn to make small biscuits! ! !

Yin Mo is so happy! ! !

And~~~Ahem, it’s been a long time since I finished eating my biscuits (holding my big face)