A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 526 I Like You

What the hell! The apartment was on fire?

He jumped up from the bed and ran out without putting on his shoes.

The smoke came out of the kitchen, mixed with the sound of a woman's cough.

He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. From the smoke curling up, he saw a panic figure. It was...

He coughed and rubbed his eyes. His eyes became clearer.

It was Ivy. He recognized her. She was...

frying egg!

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He strode forward and turned on the range hood.

The thick smoke gradually dispersed.

He crossed his hands over his chest and stared at her with a questioning posture. "Ivy, why are you in my kitchen?"

Turning off the gas stove, Ivy shoved out a piece of black item from the pan and threw it into the trash can.

There were also several dark things in the bucket!

She lowered her head dejectedly and turned around. "Don't you remember anything? You get drunk every day. It's me who sent you back. "

"Oh, it's you," he muttered and his eyes softened. To be honest, he didn't remember anything after getting drunk. He only knew that he would lie on his bed every day when he woke up. He didn't want to think about who sent him back. He was not in the mood to think about it anyway.

He glanced at the messy kitchen and frowned slightly. "Then why don't you go back? You make trouble here and almost burn my kitchen!"

"I just want to make breakfast for you out of kindness." Ivy was extremely embarrassed. She had seen the fried eggs of Essie, which were golden yellow. They smelled good and looked easy to make. She had planned to show off in front of him, but she didn't expect it to be a mess.

Thinking of this, she blinked, and tears began to flash in her eyes.

After all, Hanson had a tender heart for women. Seeing the pitiful look on her face, he sighed helplessly, "Ivy, thank you for sending me back these days. It's almost time for work. You can leave now. Leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "Tell the secretary that I won't go to the company today."

"Are you still not sober from the hangover? Today is Saturday. You don't need to go to work," she reminded him.

him, time was meaningless,

have a rest. I want to... Stay alone for a

haven't had breakfast yet," she

the appetite," he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in

her eyes, and waves of disappointment surged in her heart. She bit her lips and walked out

room, Hanson fell

open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed.

take away his Essie? Why?

the sky was silent. He asked the

his eyes, taking away a crystal tear. He reached out his hand and felt the tenderness of it caressing his fingertips. She was like

gently pushed open, and a faint voice came out from the wind, "Brother

looking out of the window.

"Brother Hanson!"

eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy standing at the door,

you still here?" Hanson's tone was so cold that Ivy was like a

silent, with an invisible pressure, making people

stayed there motionless. After a long time, her thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in

heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh

cried sadly, tears rolling over her beautiful face like

you crying?" he frowned and

to your apartment if you get drunk again. " She lowered her head and

with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly stretched out

to hers, and his burning eyes burned her face. His breath was with a faint temperature, and a gentle wave came, swirling between

drunk.

red? Why is your heart beating so fast? Why do you care about me so much?" He asked a series of questions, but her mind was already blank. "I... I... "

drew a charming arc at the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You

in panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring

you admit it, maybe I can think about it," he

She opened her mouth unconsciously and tried two times, but she didn't make

one chance!" After saying that,

hard, raised her head suddenly, and shouted at him desperately, "I like you, brother Hanson, I like you!" A clear

of silence, he turned around and said, "I like girls who can cook, but you can't even fry eggs. You

she replied

and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I don't like you. Please disappear in front of me right now." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind from Siberia,

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