A pillow of greed, the president asks for a divorce

Ye Wushuang raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

Now the young master of the He family had a headache, he stood there looking at the onion for a long time, and then he started to do it cautiously.

After all, it was the first time, and her hands were so raw, it was obvious that she was cutting so easily and happily, why did she just not do it when she came to me?

After repeated gestures several times, I cut in. When I exerted force, the knife was tilted, and the top was thin and the bottom was thick. The other half of the onion rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound.

Ye Wushuang turned around when she heard the sound, looked at the mess on the chopping board, and then at the onions that fell there on the ground, she was speechless.

He Jingshen stood still stiffly, seeing her coming over and taking the kitchen knife in his hand, he didn't speak harshly, compared with him, he could even be said to be soft-spoken: "Wash your hands, Otherwise, it will be even more uncomfortable when you touch your eyes later."

As she talked to him, she picked up the onion and rinsed it.

The soft and beautiful female voice mixed with the sound of running water lingered into He Jingshen's ears bit by bit.

In fact, the eyes are really uncomfortable, and he also knows that this woman must have deliberately asked him to chop onions at the beginning, but at this moment, he is as if possessed by a demon, and he is not angry at all!

Ye Wushuang didn't look back at him, but just lowered his head and started cutting onions.

The person behind him walked over to wash his hands, took the hand towel next to him and wiped it a few times, then turned around, as if he was about to go out.

The kitchen was too quiet at the moment, Ye Wushuang felt nervous for some reason, tilted his hand, and said "Ah--".

The person who was dawdling and didn't want to go out immediately turned back when he heard that, seeing her looking down at her fingers, he quickly pulled her hand over, "Didn't you chop an onion? Your hand is an onion?"

Ye Wushuang frowned and followed him to scold. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, and it should be fine with a band-aid later.

But he was holding her hand so tightly, the place where the skin touched each other was so hot that it seemed to be burning, she tried to pull her hand back with a little force.

He Jingshen raised his head and glanced at her, his thin lips were pursed a little tight, his face was not good-looking, he let go of his hands, turned and walked out.

Ye Wushuang was stunned, in fact, she didn't expect much from him to care about her, but she never thought about going out like this without saying a word.

Hehe, nothing.

She was turning back to wash her hands, and the person who had just left came back with a bandage in her hand. After she finished washing, she dried her hands and put the bandage on her.

Xu was the first time, his movements were a little stiff, but it could be felt that he had tried his best to be gentle.

Ye Wushuang's heart warmed up, and she let him hold her hand after sticking it, but she just lowered her head.

He Jingshen's fingers rubbed the backs of her hands. Judging from her proficiency, she should wash and cook all year round, but these hands are still smooth and tender, and the touch from her fingertips makes people feel emotional.

Gradually, he seemed no longer satisfied with the back of his hand, and his fingertips moved up her arm, resting on her neck, rubbing gently as before.

Ye Wushuang lowered her head with a flushed face, breathing a little fast and hot.

She didn't know what he wanted to do. She hated him touching her a few times before, but now she was powerless to resist, she even had no intention or strength to hate her, her whole body was so soft.

He put his fingertips around her chin and raised her face, only to feel a 'boom—' in his head, the blood all over his body rushed to one place, and he lost all reason...