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.

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

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

breakfast yet," she

don't have the appetite," he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still

disappointment surged in her

her room, Hanson fell

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?

sky was silent. He asked

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 fingertips. She was like the wind, gentle and soft, but floated without a trace, and could not be

open, and a faint

looking out of the window.

"Brother Hanson!"

He sat up from

that Ivy was like a

silent, with an invisible

a long time, her thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in

put salt on

rolling over her beautiful face

he frowned and asked.

you get drunk again. " She lowered her head

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

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

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

"Why is your face so 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

the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly

panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to look

can think about it," he said

at him dully. There was an unfathomable smile on his handsome face. She opened her mouth unconsciously and tried two times,

impatient. "Forget it, but there is only one chance!" After saying that, he loosened his grip, turned around

Hanson, I like you!" A

steps, with a deep smile on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "I like girls who can cook, but you can't even fry eggs. You almost burn my kitchen. You're

can learn," she replied without hesitation.

Please disappear in front of me right now." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind from Siberia, freezing her enthusiasm

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