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

rest. I want to... Stay

you haven't had breakfast

he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in

and waves of disappointment surged in her

her room, Hanson

the head of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room, but

did he take away his

was silent. He asked the clouds, the clouds

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

time, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint

still looking out of the

"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 with

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

room became deathly silent, with an invisible pressure, making people suffocate.

thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs

as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound. He stood up

tears rolling over her beautiful face like

crying?" he frowned and asked.

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

his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly stretched

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 lips, as if

dizzy and a little drunk.

voice came, "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

and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You like me, don't you?" he

I'm not. " She shook her head in panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to

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

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 head again and her face turned even redder.

only one chance!" After saying that, he loosened his grip, turned around and was about to walk

at him desperately, "I like you, brother Hanson, I like you!" A clear confession, echoing in

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

she replied without hesitation.

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

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