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.

as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the only

you can go back to have a rest. I want to...

breakfast yet,"

he said lightly. The residual alcohol was

disappointment surged in her

to her room, Hanson fell

of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the

he take away his

silent. He asked the clouds,

wind blew from the distant mountain, through the thin hair, and slipped through the corners of his eyes, taking away a crystal tear. He reached out his hand and felt the tenderness of it caressing his

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

respond, still looking out of

"Brother Hanson!"

came over again, low and timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy standing at the door, looking at him

so cold that Ivy was like a string that was touched

room became deathly silent, with an invisible

thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in the

pain in his heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound. He stood up from the bedside and

her beautiful face like

he

you back to your apartment if you get drunk again. " She

her without a blink, with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly

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

a little dizzy and a little drunk. Her heart was 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... " she stammered and didn't know how to answer.

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

head in panic and lowered her

admit it, maybe I can think about

her eyes and looked at him dully. There was an unfathomable smile on his handsome face. She opened her mouth unconsciously and tried two times, but she didn't make a sound. She lowered her

one chance!" After saying that, he loosened his grip, turned around

head suddenly, and shouted at him desperately, "I like you, brother Hanson, I like you!" A clear confession, echoing in the room with the wind, was so clear

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

she replied without hesitation.

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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