Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

He Muyan looked at the hand he was holding on his wrist: "Your waist is not healed yet."

"You don't need to strain your waist to cook, it's fine."

Song Li didn't know where the desire to express came from, and looked up at him staringly, waiting for his answer with anticipation.

He Muyan should have rejected him straight away, but looking at his expression, and remembering the food in the refrigerator before, he swallowed the words.

"Just do it casually, don't force it."

Song Li walked out cheerfully while supporting his waist. He Muyan looked at his back, as if he saw a tail wagging up and down behind him.

He Muyan was watching TV in the living room. It was a variety show, and the rhythm was lively and cheerful, but his attention was not on these flamboyant stars and hosts at all.

From time to time, there were some movements behind him, the sound of oil exploding in the pan, the sound of a knife cutting vegetables on the chopping board, and the intermittent and vague humming.

He Muyan tapped his fingers on his arms, and the rhythm changed from light at first to irritability. When the TV program entered the commercial time, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the back.

Song Li was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and the light yellow bear was a little cute.

Get the wok, heat the oil, put the washed meat slices in, and then add hot water. Because of his waist injury, all his movements are gentle and slow, not rushing or impatient.

It's obviously just cooking, but it's very pleasing to watch.

The side dishes and ingredients that should be added are all put into the pot, and the next step is to wait for the water to boil and taste slowly. Song Li put the lid on the pot and wiped it twice with his hands on the apron.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the big man sticking behind him. He was startled and covered his chest: "You, when did you come in?"

He Muyan raised the cup in his hand: "Pour water."

Song Li nodded, then thought about something wrong: "Water can also be poured outside."

He Muyan squeezed the cup tightly, and glanced behind him: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, this." Song Li was successfully diverted from the subject: "Fatty beef in sour soup, I'm good at making this."

He Muyan smelled the aroma in the air and nodded: "You are very good at cooking."

Song Li scratched his chin: "It's okay, I live alone, and if I want to eat, I can fiddle with it by myself. After a long time, I will know it."

He Muyan nodded and didn't speak again.

Both of them were silent, and that awkward feeling came up again. Song Li knew that if he didn't speak, they would keep silent like this. He Muyan couldn't be expected to speak up on his own initiative. If time permits, he could even just talk to him like this. You stared at each other silently for hours, this man doesn't seem to be embarrassed.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and find a topic: "Aren't you pouring water?"

He Muyan glanced at the cup in his hand, and put it on the table next to him: "I'm not thirsty anymore."

Song Li:?

Song Li: "Then, there is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you should go out and watch TV."

He Muyan shook his head: "The TV show is boring."

Song Li asked him, "What did you just watch?"

He Muyan: "Happy Camp."

Song Li nodded "Oh": "I often watch that one, it's quite funny, and it's a good way to pass the time."

He Muyan: "It's boring."

Song Li: ...

It's so difficult to chat with Mr. He.

Seemingly aware that he seemed to be making the atmosphere uncomfortable, He Muyan asked him again: "Don't you feel bored while cooking?"

Song Li shook his head: "It's not boring, time flies when cooking."

"But it's all these things, don't you think it's boring?"

Song Li paused and looked up at him: "You, do you have something you want to tell me?"

He Muyan shook his head, pointed out, "The pot is boiling."

Song Li immediately turned back to do it.

The fat beef in sour soup was ready. He took out a deep plate, fried two more seasonal vegetables, and made a creamy clam soup.

During the period, he had to answer He Muyan's questions from time to time.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Choi Sum, stir-fried in heavy oil, crunchy and refreshing."

"What did you just put?"

"Octagonal."

"What is an anise."

"One material, tasty."

And so on.

After answering, Song Li wanted to laugh, and he understood that He Muyan didn't have anything to say to him at all, he didn't want to go out at all, and wanted to watch him cook here.

How come you are like a child, insisting on coming over to meddle in when the adults at home are busy, rushing but not being able to drive away, there are still a lot of problems.

Just, so cute.

God, he actually described He Muyan as cute.

So creepy.

After the dishes and soup were ready, Song Li picked up the fat beef in sour soup and handed it to him.

"dinner's ready."

A flash of surprise flashed in He Muyan's eyes, as if he had never had this kind of experience in serving dishes.

After a while, the plate was still picked up.

After setting the plate, the two of them sat face to face.

Three dishes and one soup, not rich, but full of life.

Song Li even specially opened a bottle of red wine, each poured a little, picked up the glass and looked at the person opposite.

"This is the first time we've officially sat down for dinner, shall we celebrate?"

Song Li seemed to be very happy, the kind of heartfelt joy that would flow from his eyes with a smile. He hadn't drunk yet, but his face was already stained a little crimson.

He Muyan picked up the wine glass and bumped it lightly against him.

The meal was very enjoyable. Although He Muyan was still cold and didn't say a word the whole time, Song Li still felt happy and drank two more glasses of wine.

He doesn't drink well, and after a few glasses of red wine, he is already a little dizzy.

He Muyan saw that he was swaying and wanted to get up to clean up the dishes, so he pressed his hand: "Don't do it, go and rest."

Song Li shook his head: "It needs to be cleaned up."

He Muyan held his wrist: "I won't do it anymore."

His expression didn't change, but his tone was irresistibly tough.

Song Li nodded obediently: "Okay."

He Muyan let go of his hand: "Can I walk by myself?"

Song Li said yes, but he staggered all the way.

Fortunately, He Muyan was well prepared, and Song Li fell limply into his arms as soon as he supported him.

Song Li hiccupped and pressed his hands on his chest, trying to get up.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine, just a little dizzy..."

He Muyan pressed his waist to keep him from moving, looked at his blushing cheeks, and thought about the situation in the izakaya last night, and said displeasedly: "Do you usually drink alcohol?"

"No." Song Li stuck out his tongue, "I'm happy today."

"Don't drink in front of outsiders casually in the future."

Song Li tried his best to raise his head: "Outsider?"

He Muyan looked at him: "People other than me."

Song Li nodded: "Okay."

He Muyan's expression softened slightly, and he tapped his fingers on his ruddy lips.

Because of drinking, Song Li slept very soundly that night.

When he woke up the next day, he only felt relaxed and comfortable, and basically no pain in his waist.

I got out of bed and tried to twist twice, but just as I twisted my buttocks, the door was pushed open from the outside.

He Muyan walked in wiping his hair.

Song Li's movements froze, and he carefully moved his twisted butt back.

Absolutely, do you have to be hit by him every time at such an embarrassing time?

He Muyan seemed to have just returned from morning exercise, his hair was a little wet with sweat, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and the contours of his deep and sharp facial features looked much softer than usual.

That's how you look like a young guy in his twenties.

Song Li greeted him: "Morning, you are going to do morning exercises again."

He Muyan nodded, and turned his gaze around his waist: "Is your waist okay?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore."

He Muyan turned around and went to the bathroom, it seemed that he was going to take a shower.

Song Li watched him close the door, ran over to him and asked him at the door: "I'm going to make breakfast, do you have anything to eat?"

There was no movement inside, and He Muyan's voice was heard after a while: "Anything is fine."

Song Li was delighted to hear the expected answer.

A simple two-person family, someone will respond to everything you say, he likes such an ordinary sense of daily life so much.

After breakfast, He Muyan answered the phone, and then saw him go into the study to get busy with work.

Song Li was afraid of disturbing him, so he watched TV for a while in the living room with earphones on. He felt bored after watching it for a while, and it was still early after watching it. Take everything back.

He went upstairs to change his clothes, and after thinking about it, he should say hello to He Muyan.

The door of the study room was ajar, Song Li didn't knock on the door, walked in and saw He Muyan flipping through documents at the desk.

He Muyan heard him coming in and looked up at him.

Song Li pointed to his desk and asked in a low voice, "Will it disturb your work?"

He Muyan shook his head, closed the document, and motioned for him to continue talking.

Song Li felt relieved and raised his voice slightly: "I want to go home and get something."

He Muyan asked him: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, no, no." Song Li waved his hand: "It's nothing big, I'll just drive there by myself."

He Muyan pondered for a moment, as if weighing between work and him.

Then Song Li saw him look up: "Call me if you need anything."

OK, I still chose a job.

Song Li smiled: "Okay, then I'm leaving."

He Muyan nodded, and said one more word: "Aunt Chen is coming over at noon, is there anything you particularly want to eat?"

Song Li was in a daze, did this mean indirectly telling him that he wanted to have lunch with him?

He Muyan is really, really frank.

But he still really likes what's going on with such oblique thoughts.

Seeing that he didn't respond, He Muyan looked up at him again.

Song Li hurriedly smiled: "It's all right, I don't choose."

He Muyan nodded, and continued to look at his documents.

Because Song Li's own car is still parked in the garage of his community, this time he can only use He Muyan's car first.

Strictly speaking, the weather in October wasn't too hot, but it felt like autumn was breezy. Looking at the good weather outside, Song Li suddenly thought that he should try to invite He Muyan out to relax.

What's the matter with always staying at home and working.

Although even if he invites, it is very likely that he will be politely refused.

When he got home and opened the door with the key, he felt something was wrong.

Whether it's subtle changes in the layout around the entrance, or some strange smells in the air.

Song Li shuddered, and subconsciously squeezed the phone tightly.

He casually took an umbrella hanging beside him, and walked vigilantly towards the house.