The whole world just wants you to love me

In the past few days, Chu Qiao stayed quietly in her room alone and never came out.

She also didn't want to see Mo Zhengyan.

Just stay in your room.

Xu Shan occasionally knocked on the door several times to take a look, only to see her standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

And Mo Zhengyan didn't bother her, he just told Jing Yuan to take care of Chu Qiao at all times, and he didn't allow her to leave.

He even sent Xu Shan to stay and contact him at any time.

After a few days of silence, at noon that day, Chu Qiao finally called Mo Zhengyan.

This phone call was the first time Chu Qiao took the initiative to speak to him in the past few days.

"Mo Zhengyan, I haven't cooked for you for a long time. Tonight, are you coming back from get off work for dinner?"

Suddenly there was silence.

There was no response for a long time, and then he replied in a deep voice, "Okay."

This afternoon, Chu Qiao buried herself in the kitchen, dismissed all the servants, and refused to come out.

Xu Shan was worried, "Miss, if you want to eat, let the servant do it."

Because Chu Qiao set the kitchen on fire the first time she entered the kitchen, Xu Shan still had lingering fears.

"Secretary Xu, I'll do it myself," Chu Qiao said.

In this way, Xu Shan has no choice but to let her.

It was not dark, but it was only four o'clock, but he came back early.

Mo Zhengyan held a bouquet of roses in his hand.

There was a traffic jam on the road just now, the car was parked next to a flower shop, he got out of the car involuntarily and rushed into the flower shop.The clerk was a girl, who enthusiastically introduced and asked what he wanted to buy.Mo Zhengyan thought about buying a bouquet of flowers to go home, remembering that she said before that the roses of Versailles are very beautiful.Although it is not the rose of Versailles now, I think she will like it too.

The clerk asked, "Sir, who did you buy it for?"

Mo Zhengyan remained silent.

The clerk glanced at him and asked again, "Is this for my girlfriend?"

Mo Zhengyan smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "I bought it for my wife."

Upon hearing this, the clerk smiled and said, "Give her a red rose, she will definitely like it."

Mo Zhengyan nodded.

The clerk has already started to move, and asked while choosing flowers, "Then let me choose the number for you?"

Mo Zhengyan nodded again.

When leaving the flower shop, the girl told him that she will be happy when she receives this bouquet of flowers!

It was eleven red roses, as red as fire.

Mo Zhengyan came to the kitchen with roses in his hands, turned around and saw her standing in front of the kitchen counter.

Chu Qiao was wearing a black cashmere skirt with an apron on the outside, a dark blue apron. She combed her hair neatly, and it fell softly down her cheeks. The arc was very beautiful.She is holding a knife, moving slowly, and is carefully chopping vegetables.

She looks very skillful and gentle.

She was originally a high-ranking young lady, she didn't touch any water, her fingers were as slender as white jade, but now she was doing these things for him.

In Mo Zhengyan's memory, even his mother never did such a thing for him.The Mo family has very strict rules, and his mother was born well, so how could he do this for him.He never told her that this is the happiest moment he has ever felt, seeing her so busy for him.

Actually, it's not the first time to watch her cook, but now, Mo Zhengyan is still a little obsessed with it.He was afraid that this was a mirage, he was afraid that all of this would be like fireworks, fleeting, so he froze in place, not daring to step forward, not wanting to disturb and destroy this comfort and beauty.

After a while, he walked in.

She remains focused.

He put down the bouquet of roses and placed them gently on the table behind.

Mo Zhengyan approached silently, and saw countless plates of vegetables cut on the kitchen counter, but none of them were cooked.

There is also a trash can on the side, which is also full of vegetable leaves.

She didn't know how long she had been standing here cutting, how long she had repeated this posture, he lowered his head, and saw that her fingers were all cut.The finger was cut and she didn't care about the bleeding, she was still cutting.Such paranoia and stubbornness reminded him of how she tortured him before.

Mo Zhengyan wanted to speak, wanted to say something to her, but found that he was short of words.He has never been so embarrassed in the face of so many negotiations, but now, he can't even say a word.I tried to find some words in my mind that would make him appear less obtrusive.

But after being so frozen for a long time, he was at a loss, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

Chu Qiao stared at the dishes in her hand, but her eyes were empty.She cut and cut, and accidentally cut her finger again.

Immediately, blood flowed.

But she didn't seem to feel it, and she didn't feel any pain when she was bleeding. She just glanced at it and continued to chop vegetables.

All of a sudden, the indescribable depression condensed, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Don't cut it!"

Chu Qiao didn't seem to hear him talking, she chopped up the leftover vegetables, seemed dissatisfied, and dumped them into the trash can beside her.Her reaction was extremely slow, and it took a while to come back to her senses, and she turned around slowly and looked at him.As soon as he touched her eyes, he was so dull, but she smiled at him without warning, making him inexplicably dazed, her smile didn't enter the eyes, it was so empty.

Her female voice was very soft and pleasant to hear, "Zhengyan, you are back."

Mo Zhengyan's tight and handsome face gradually dispersed, and he couldn't help saying "En".

"Ah, I'm not done yet," she said with a smile.

Mo Zhengyan pondered for a moment, then asked Momo, "Why did you think of cooking for me today?"

Chu Qiao's eyes were very scattered, as if she was looking at him, but also seemed to be penetrating him, she didn't know who she was staring at, and she looked at him a little bit lost, her smile was so gentle and peaceful, and she said lightly, "Suddenly I want to make a meal for you."

She seemed to be holding back, as if she hadn't said anything.

Mo Zhengyan smiled, "Then how long will I wait for you?"

Chu Qiao said blankly, "I don't know either."

"Let's make the simplest thing, fried rice." Mo Zhengyan said warmly.

Chu Qiao froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

It was a dish of unqualified fried rice, the eggs were not beaten evenly, and there were lumps, the rice was not strong enough, and the oil was put too little, so it looked colorless, but it was steaming.

The plate of fried rice was placed on the kitchen counter, served on a plate, that kind of porcelain plate, with a butterfly pattern on a blue background.

Mo Zhengyan took a chair and sat in the back to watch, watching how she beat eggs and stir them up, watching how she fried rice with oil, he watched every step carefully.At the corner of his mouth, there was still a slightly raised arc, as if he was admiring a still picture.

"You can eat. After eating, I have something to tell you." Chu Qiao said softly, then turned around to clean the greasy tableware.

Mo Zhengyan didn't move his chopsticks, but finally stood up and walked behind her again.

She is washing the dishes seriously.

Mo Zhengyan's eyes narrowed, and the aura attacked her, and he whispered, "You asked me before that the Chu family's defeat was because of me. I will answer you now, I did it."

Chu Qiao was slightly suffocated, she looked at the water in the pool, and did not move.

His hand touched her, she seemed to be corroded by poison, a numb tremor stimulated her whole body, as if she was about to rot and be corroded.All kinds of images from yesterday flashed before her eyes, too fast and messy for her to capture and dodge, those words flashed back in her ears, so broken, the Chu family was ruined, her father fell ill, and the beautiful scenes with him in the past are brought together at this moment. It became a messy picture, shocking her nerves, her world collapsed, and no rubble remained.

——Chu Qiao, be my wife.

——Chu Qiao, I have been waiting for you to grow up.

- Why don't we start over.

……

"I said a long time ago that we can't be friends."

"Have you decided to leave me?"

"That's why you asked me to come back and cook me the last supper?"

He looked sideways at her little face, which was beautiful and clear, his eyes were so ethereal and unfocused, his expression was so stubborn, almost crazy, he stared at her for a moment, then said quietly, but firmly said, "Chu Qiao, For the rest of my life, I will never let you go."

Chu Qiao grasped something tightly. It was the handle of a fruit knife, which she used to cut tomatoes just now.Then her body was reversed, and in an instant, she stabbed him desperately with a knife in her hand.

Mo Zhengyan froze, he didn't dodge, and let the knife stab into his abdomen.Muscles were cut open, a cold sharp weapon was pierced into the body, and something was twisted.He was so calm, Junyan didn't panic at all, he just opened his hands and hugged her tightly, and the knife stabbed deeper into his body.

His blood flowed more and more, instantly staining her hands.

But she still didn't feel it, she just looked at the bouquet of red roses blankly.

Enchanting roses, bright red like blood, touch the eyes.

Mo Zhengyan hugged her tightly, losing so much blood that his handsome face began to turn pale.

She hollowly pulled the knife out of his body, the blood splashed and splashed on her face, that little face also became gloomy, blood dripped down her face, the hideous and distorted beauty, enchanting At its extreme, her smile is blank and beautiful.

Chu Qiao clenched the handle of the knife, but her hand was shaking slightly.

Suddenly, someone's hand grabbed her.

So tight, so hard.

Then it slowly slid down, the blood covered her sleeves, and after a bloodstain, his big hand still held her tightly.

Chu Qiao's dazed eyes were dazed, the viscous liquid flowed down her hands and dripped onto the ground.

Mo Zhengyan clutched his bleeding abdomen, he never let go of her, but his body couldn't bear such a big blood loss, so he knelt down in front of her.His expression, like the warmest ray of sunshine in the cold winter, scattered on his face, extremely gentle.

He moved his lips and said something.

She finally felt something, and her empty eyes became a little focused.

In a trance, the red roses on the table filled his eyes, exuding a blood-red sweet smell.

He grabbed her hand and asked stubbornly, "Chu Qiao, do you like roses?"

"Ah—" Chu Qiao suddenly couldn't help herself, so painful, so helpless, she yelled hoarsely.