that bastard i love

Two days later, Zhang Min really came as promised, which made Wen Gulin very busy.

At that time, he was just talking nonsense on the phone. He could make a chicken break, and he could make a fart besides cooking a hot pot and throwing vegetables in it.

But at that time, I boasted a lot on the phone, and it was not good to suddenly regret it.

So two hours before Zhang Min came over, Wen Gulin dragged Qin Ji to mess around in the kitchen for a long time, and finally ended up with Qin Ji's face livid after trying it.

Wen Gulin looked at the half-cooked food on the plate, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Maybe he really has no talent in cooking.

When Zhang Min arrived, all he saw was a waste of vegetables in the kitchen and Wen Gulin, whose face was blackened by the smoke, squatting on the ground and scratching his head.

Actually... It was almost as he had expected, but it was even worse.

After all, I have been with Wen Gulin for so many years, if I could learn to cook, I would have learned it long ago, how could I suddenly know it now.

He also knew that Wen Gulin really didn't have that talent in cooking.

Don't ask him how he knew, anyway, the kitchen at home was redecorated two years ago.

Zhang Min sighed, looked at the horrible meals on the plate, and dumped them all into the trash can helplessly: "Forget it, I'll do it."

As he said that, he took out the remaining materials from the refrigerator and thought about what to do.

Wen Gulin couldn't hold back his old face, he pretended to cough twice, turned his head and said, "I just didn't play well today."

Zhang Min smiled lightly and shook his head, but that smile was fleeting, and the sweetness in his heart gradually turned into bitterness. He thought: Look, this person is so stupid, so old that he can’t even cook, How to take care of yourself in the future...

Thinking that they were about to separate, her eye sockets were inadvertently moistened, and her eyes turned red.

If they separated, would Wen Gulin be able to eat hot meals on time?

Will there be a person like him who is infinitely tolerant and tolerant?

Does anyone remember what kind of cake Wen Gulin likes to eat?

These questions have been circling and lingering in his mind, but he can't even think about it now.

Because he knows there won't be.

There will never be another person who loves Wen Gulin like him.

His love for Wen Gulin is unique.

Like this... How could he have the heart to shake this person's hand away? How could he have the heart to watch this person continue to live a helpless life?

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

Thinking about it, the tears couldn't stop falling.

Zhang Min bit his lower lip tightly, raised his head, resisted the tears falling from his red eyes, but secretly wiped away the tears with his sleeve in a corner where Wen Gulin couldn't see.

In the workplace, both employees and opponents often say that he is too ruthless.

But he felt that he was not ruthless, on the contrary, he was too sentimental, so he was powerless about his life as he is now.

"Why are your eyes red?" Wen Gulin felt that Zhang Min was acting weird today, so he leaned over his head and asked with concern.

Zhang Min suddenly reached out and rubbed Wen Gulin's hair, and said with a forced smile, "It's smoked, you should buy a range hood."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and rubbed Wen Gulin's forehead with his own, and chuckled lightly.

I really want to go on like this forever...

Just like this, the two of them simply lived an ordinary life without so many worries or helplessness.

I really want to go on like this forever.