Domineering Master's Favorite

After he finished speaking, he walked out without hesitation.

I stood there blankly, looking at the apron I was wearing, and at the back of him walking out.In the end, he sighed helplessly and turned around to cook.

I haven't seen him for so many years, it seems that he has changed a lot.However, the only constant is his domineering.

Why did you ask me to cook for him out of nowhere?Damn, he really thinks of himself as the young master!

However, it seems that I am now his exclusive maid.Please note that these two words are exclusive.

Busy with her own affairs all the time, she didn't notice the pampering and love in the eyes of the man behind her at all.

In fact, I have cooked one dish since I was a child, and that is pasta.

This is my favorite, so I learned it from the chef at home. The strange thing is that I can't get tired of eating it.

Just as I was mixing tomato sauce into the noodles, Leng Ruichen suddenly walked towards me silently and hugged me from behind.

Feeling his scorching heartbeat and exhaling heat, my body stiffened involuntarily.

"Leave me alone, you continue to be yours." He said this sentence suddenly and unexpectedly, I was stunned, and continued to stir up.

But, he hugged me so ambiguously, how can I make noodles!

Just when I was at a loss, he spoke again.

"You look like her, but no matter what you are, you are not her." There was suffocating sadness in his tone.

I was stunned, who did he say?Is it Lan Ningxue from before?

At this moment, he felt a hot water on his neck, and when he looked back, he was crying!

The first time I saw him cry, it turned out that he was also so fragile, just with a strong disguise.

Somewhere in my heart seemed to be touched.

In fact, it's not that I don't love him, but I just want to use revenge to make myself forget him.

"Okay, okay, don't be unhappy. Let's go, I'll help you take this out." He pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and at some point wiped away the remaining tears on his face, and took two bowls of Italian from the table face, went out.

I just stood there blankly, I don't know, he also has such a fragile side, I don't understand him at all.

I shook my head and followed his footsteps.

Sitting at the table, the atmosphere was inexplicably depressing. We just ate noodles quietly without saying a word.

I wanted to break this depressing atmosphere, so I took the initiative to speak first.

"Who is that person you just mentioned?" I asked cautiously, trying to find out from him what my status was in him.

He was startled, then put down the knife and fork, and shot me with an indifferent look, I couldn't help shivering.

"It has nothing to do with you." He said coldly, picked up the knife and fork again, and ate gracefully.

Seeing him like this, my heart hurts. I really want to smooth his frown slightly at the moment, but I still hold back.

I tentatively asked him again: "Who is she?"

He didn't answer me again, just lowered his head and ate the noodles consistently, without even looking at me.

Leng Ruichen, you now, why do you have to suffer yourself?

Forget me, isn't it better?And why torture yourself like this?

Do you know how much my heart hurts when you look like you now!