Chapter 650

She was afraid to stay, but also to think uncontrollably. Those, are unrealistic fantasies, think more, will only make people become more greedy.

The owl frowned. She really took it with ease.

"Stop! No going anywhere The owl called to her coldly, "I don't live here to cook for you!"

He felt that this feeling was quite wrong. Originally, I wanted to torture her, but, how could she be served?!

"If you don't want to, put it down. I can do it myself." White millet leaves did not want to force him.

The owl glanced at her hand, and her expression was always indifferent. She said quietly, "boil water, I'm thirsty!"

White millet leaf did not know what he meant, only turned obediently to the water. The night owl has not put down the matter in his hand, has been busy. The kitchen is not too big. In the past, there was enough space for her, but now the owl stands inside, and the whole space becomes very crowded. She stood behind him, some obsessed with looking at his back, looking at his busy appearance, smelling his good smell.

It's crowded, but I don't want to go out like this. So close to him, looking at him busy, I feel a little Happiness

I don't know in these ten years How many women did he cook for

She was thinking, owl is cooking, looking for dishes, did not expect to turn around, and she just ran into. Besides, her strong chest was hitting her head. She snorted, only feeling dizzy. She put her hand over her head and stepped back. And behind, it's the refrigerator. As soon as the owl breathed, he threw down the spatula and turned around. Almost without thinking about it, he put his hand on the back of her head.

Because of his hand, the back of her injured head didn't bump into the refrigerator. But, also painful "Yi". Wring his eyebrows and raising his head, the owl juejun's face is close to him, and his breath is almost scattered on his nose. She breathed for a long time and forgot to take her sight away.

From top to bottom, he locked her with heavy eyes and breathed a little more heavily. Zhang lip, originally wanted to ask something to have nothing to do, but, the word of exit is: "nothing to go out, don't delay me here."

Cold, stiff.

In a word, let white millet leaf thought back, just all palpitations, also let her calm and rational replacement.

She stood up straight against the refrigerator, and the back of her head was removed from his hand. "I'm listening to you. I'll help you boil water. The water is boiling. Pour it yourself in a moment. I'll go out first. "

After that, he didn't stop and went out of the kitchen.

It's just

It is undeniable that with him, the palpitations that I thought would never have again were still the same as ten years ago.

Even

Maybe it's because time has passed so long, so it's stronger and crazier than in the past.

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The owl cooked lunch and tasted the white millet leaves, which were all very light.

"When did you like this light taste?" White millet leaves ask the owl.

"Do you remember what I used to like?" The owl snorted and glanced at the gauze on her head. Since there is a wound, it's natural to eat light.

"Of course." The white millet leaf pulled his lips. "I told you that your information is in our hands. It can be as small as a few hours of sleep a day, or as big as the business you have in hand and the people you've come into contact with. "

The owl really didn't like her saying, "OK, have a good meal."

She didn't say anything more. She tasted his cooking and couldn't help praising, "owl, you're so good at cooking. It's really virtuous."

The owl snorted, "if you can eat the dishes I made, you have burned high incense in your last life."

Last life

Were they actually in each other's lives in the last life?

White millet leaf dark thought, but the lip corner pretended not to think that the warping, "is not only I had eaten?"

The owl's eyes were more intense. In fact Over the years, she is not the only one who has tasted his craft, but if it comes to women, she is the only one who has cooked for her.

The owl thought that maybe he owed her too much in his last life. In this life, she came to collect money from herself.

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At noon, white millet leaves go back to the room to take a nap. It is already more than three o'clock in the afternoon when he wakes up. To the study, see the owl is still sitting there to turn over the project information, the heart is filled with a kind of unspeakable peace and sureness.

In a trance, I felt that they were back ten years ago

However, after waking up, she knew that they could never go back again

She turned to the kitchen and poured two cups of hot tea. When he returned to the study, the owl had put down the project information and was talking on the phone on the balcony of the study, talking about some work matters.

Bai milie put one of the cups next to his computer - the desk was occupied by him, and almost half of the desk was piled up with materials and documents. There was no room for her at all. She had to move the computer and curl up in front of another small computer desk to deal with mail. The owl talked on the phone for nearly half an hour. As soon as he came back, he saw the cup of hot tea, and his face became warm. He put the mobile phone aside, took a sip of tea, only feel sweet and fragrant.That kind of feeling, spread all the way from the throat, quickly into his heart, in a moment, he felt all the fatigue on his body was swept away, and his spirit was full at once.

Subconsciously looking at her, she is holding a teacup, focusing on the mail. Maybe it was something difficult. I frowned tightly and the tea in the tea cup was cold and didn't drink it twice.

The owl did not make a sound, but quietly continued to work.

Well, it's also a good thing to do each other's own business, not to disturb each other, and to be peaceful and peaceful.

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Time is spent in such peace. Throughout the afternoon, no one said a word, only heard the sound of documents turning. Occasionally, the owl would walk out of the terrace and stand outside to smoke a cigarette to relieve fatigue.

Even so, time goes by quite quickly.

When the white millet leaves looked up, it was already more than 5 o'clock. In front of the desk, there is no owl's shadow. She went out and saw the owl in her apron in the kitchen.

She smiles, subconsciously picked up the phone, far away will be the back of the photo.

For a moment, God could be seen. When you come back to your senses, put your mobile phone away. She felt like a thief. Some traces could only be hidden by herself and could not be seen by anyone.

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