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.

just woken up from a dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the only use was to spend it

have a rest. I want

had breakfast yet,"

The residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach,

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

to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.

the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room, but it couldn't warm his

he take away his Essie? Why?

the sky, the sky was silent. He asked the

tear. He reached out his hand and felt

time, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint voice came out from the wind,

respond, still looking out

"Brother Hanson!"

was a little impatience in his eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy standing at the door, looking at

tone was so cold that Ivy was

silent, with an invisible

shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs

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

her

he frowned and

that no one will drive you back to your apartment if you get drunk again. " She lowered her head and her feet

blink, with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over

body clung to hers, and strong muscles could be felt 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

little dizzy and a little drunk. Her heart was beating fast

me so much?" He asked a series

of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You like me, don't

She shook her head in panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to look at

can think about it," he said slowly and jokingly.

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

and seemed to be a little impatient. "Forget it, but there is only one chance!" After saying that, he loosened his grip, turned around and

suddenly, and shouted at him desperately, "I like you, brother Hanson,

smile on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "I like girls who can cook, but

learn," she replied

right now." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold

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