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.

'Oh' as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time

back to have a rest. I

breakfast yet," she

he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in his

and waves of disappointment surged in

returning to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.

slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room, but it couldn't warm his cold heart.

away his Essie?

the sky, the sky was silent. He asked the clouds, the clouds were silent.

crystal tear. He reached out his hand and felt the tenderness of it caressing his fingertips. She was like the wind, gentle and soft, but floated without a

gently pushed open, and a

looking out of the

"Brother Hanson!"

impatience in his eyes. He sat

that Ivy was like a string

with an invisible

motionless. After a long time, her thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs

felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound.

tears rolling over her beautiful face like broken beads.

he frowned

you back to your apartment if you get drunk again. " She lowered her head and her feet drew circles on the

stared at her without a blink, with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he

clearly. His handsome face was very close to hers, and his burning eyes

little drunk. Her heart

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

corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly overflowed.

in panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to look

it, maybe I can think about it," he said slowly

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

"Forget it, but there is only one chance!"

lips hard, raised her 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

a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "I like girls who can cook, but you

she replied without hesitation.

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, freezing

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