Love is like melting

Chapter 277

Otherwise, he wouldn't marry Tingting. Now he really only wants to care about her from the perspective of a friend, that's all!

When Huo Yuan died, Huo Yimo held Huo Yuan's ashes in the cemetery and quarreled with the Huo family members, and fell down the stairs when pushed. At that time, Xu Sizhe was there, but he was ruthlessly ignored when he wanted to help her. .

He was the one who took Yimo away from Xu Sizhe at that time, but now it is only a turning distance, time has changed, stars have changed, Xu Sizhe took Yimo away from him, but he has never touched her qualifications and interests again. right.

Is life often a cycle of reincarnation?

It was already evening when Huo Yimo woke up, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the cracks in the undrawn curtains.

Sitting up and looking at the surrounding environment, it looked a little familiar, and it took me a long time to remember, isn't this Xu Sizhe's room!

I'll go, why did I come to his room again?
Subconsciously, he looked down to see that his clothes were intact, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, nothing that shouldn't have happened happened!
Throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, while walking, thinking about what would happen to him after he was drunk, patting himself on the face and scolding himself: "You actually dreamed of kissing Xu Sizhe, how hungry you are to be so hungry!"

Even if you want to dream of kissing someone, you must be at the level of a male god!
Huo Yimo scratched her hair, walked out of the room, and walked to the stairs familiarly, her steps suddenly stopped.

Xing's eyes tightened suddenly, her body swayed, and she couldn't even stand still, her tender fingers grabbed the handrail of the stairs, her face was pale and colorless.

Like a lightning strike.

Huo Yimo's wine quality was neither good nor bad, her wine quality was always determined by how much she drank.

She never drank the shards and couldn't remember what happened.Either he drank too much and would sleep like an obedient baby without saying a word, or he was not drunk and was close to being drunk. At that time, Huo Yimo answered every question, and absolutely Even if you don't tell a single lie, even if you ask her for her bank password, she will tell you honestly!
Huo Yimo didn't drink alcohol at noon, although she drank a lot of beer, she was not completely drunk, so after waking up, her chaotic mind gradually cleared up, and she began to think about everything that happened in the afternoon, although the picture in her mind was blurred , not clearly, but she was sure it wasn't a dream.

Letting Xu Sizhe kiss her deeply was not just a dream, but a reality.

Huo Yimo squatted down slowly, hugged her head with both hands, and couldn't help hitting her head with clenched hands, wishing to smash her head.

What a stupid thing I did, to say so many things to Xu Sizhe, and to say all the fucking words from the bottom of my heart!

Huo Yimo, if one day you die, don't wonder how you died, it must be stupid.

no! !
Huo Yimo raised her head suddenly, and immediately stood up when she thought of something, her eyes looked around the gorgeous and empty room, but she didn't see anyone.

It just so happened that no one noticed that she was awake at this time, so she hurriedly left, and Xu Sizhe was completely gone!

Never see him again in this life.

Huo Yimo leaned forward, and went down the stairs step by step. When she saw the empty hall, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to trot towards the door.

Before I reached the door, I heard a light voice behind me: "Miss Huo, you're awake."

Uh.

In fact, I would rather not wake up, at least to prove that everything that happened in the afternoon was a dream!
Huo Yimo turned around slowly with her stiff body, looked at Aunt He at the door of the restaurant behind her, and showed a stiff smile, "Hi, Aunt He."

Aunt He bowed to her, and before Huo Yimo could find an excuse to leave, she said: "Mr. is making dumplings. Ms. Huo should come and take a look."

Make dumplings?
Huo Yimo's face was full of confusion, which song was it sung?
"Hehe... Aunt He, I won't read the dumplings. I have something to do so I'll leave first. Say hello to your husband for me!"

After Huo Yimo finished speaking, before he could turn around and slip away, a deep voice came immediately, "Huo Yimo, come and help!"

The pace was pinned in place again, Huo Yimo frowned, wishing she could immediately turn into an ant and find a gap to sneak in.

Helpless, God will not satisfy her little wish, and cannot refute his intentions in front of Aunt He, in case he does something...

Huo Yimo turned around resignedly, carrying the shoes that she took off when she went downstairs for fear of making a noise with both hands, and walked towards the dining room step by step with heavy steps.

Xu Sizhe was wearing light-colored home clothes, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a rolling pin in one hand, and pinching dough with the other, as if he was rolling dumpling wrappers.

Huo Yimo stood at the entrance of the restaurant with her shoes in her hands, looking at him with unclear eyes.

Xu Sizhe's eyelids lifted for a second, seeing her posture, his eyebrows were slightly closed, and his voice was low: "Don't you wash your hands and help? If you don't help, there will be no dumplings tonight."

"I……"

Before Huo Yimo finished speaking, Aunt He said, "Miss He, I just want to go to the kitchen to get something, let's go together."

Aunt He has said so, what else can she say?
Throwing the shoes on the ground and putting them on, reluctantly followed Aunt He to the kitchen and washed her hands.

"What kind of dumplings are you eating properly? What kind of dumplings are you crazy!" Huo Yimo muttered softly while washing her hands while standing in front of the sink.

Aunt He took out the dumpling fillings that had been prepared from the refrigerator, and when she heard her underestimation, she asked suspiciously, "Miss Huo, don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Huo Yimo asked as she turned off the faucet and wiped her hands.

"Mr. came back in the afternoon with Ms. Huo. Ms. Huo was in a drowsy sleep. She seemed to say that she wanted to eat dumplings. When Mr. heard it, he ordered me to prepare it immediately. The dumpling fillings were made by Mr. himself. The dumpling skins have to be rolled out by yourself, and it’s delicious like this.”

After Aunt He finished speaking, she walked out of the kitchen with dumpling stuffing.

Huo Yimo was stunned.

Is it because he said he wanted to eat dumplings when he was sleeping, so he suddenly wanted to make dumplings?
Why don't I have any impression of myself.

Huo Yimo walked towards the restaurant at a snail's pace, dawdled to the table, saw the dumpling stuffing and the dumpling wrappers he had rolled out, and then secretly glanced at his handsome face, an unknown emotion flashed across his heart.

"Still stunned?" Xu Sizhe put down the rolled dumpling wrappers and looked at her.

"I can't!" Huo Yimo innocently shrugged her shoulders. She had never made dumplings since she was a child, so how could she know how to do it!

Xu Sizhe seemed to frowned, and said to Aunt He, "You teach her!"

Aunt He nodded, looked at Huo Yimo with kind eyes, took a piece of dumpling wrapper and put it in the palm of her hand, and showed her, "Miss Huo, actually making dumplings is very easy. Put the stuffing in the middle and fold it in half like this. Stagger one position and pinch tightly, and pinch the rest, and that’s it.”

Huo Yimo followed what Aunt He said, but the dumplings she made didn't look like dumplings, and she said that the buns didn't look like buns either.

Aunt He wanted to laugh when she saw the strangely shaped dumplings, so she taught them again.

But Huo Yimo's hands didn't seem to listen to her, the dumpling stuffing was either too much or too little, it was either shriveled or torn.

Aunt He wondered how Miss Huo could not do such a simple thing well.

Xu Sizhe at the side couldn't bear to watch anymore, stopped moving, and looked at her with probing eyes, "Huo Yimo, is your IQ still drunk?"

"..."

Huo Yimo 囧, is he calling himself stupid?

Rolling his eyes, "My IQ is already offline, please wait for it to go online before talking to it!"

"Pfft!" Aunt He couldn't help laughing out loud.

Although Xu Sizhe's lips were pursed tightly, the light in her eyes was full of helplessness. When she was about to walk towards Huo Yimo, her body trembled involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)