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.

dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the

can go back to have a rest.

you haven't had breakfast yet,"

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

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

Hanson fell onto the

the slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It warmed the moist air in the room,

he take away his Essie? Why?

sky, the sky was silent. He asked

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 fingertips.

and a faint voice came out

respond, still looking

"Brother Hanson!"

over again, low and timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy

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

deathly silent, with an invisible pressure, making

shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in

heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound. He

tears rolling over her

he

you get drunk again. " She lowered her head and

with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly stretched out his arm

to hers, and his burning eyes burned her face. His breath was with a faint temperature, and a gentle

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

His magnetic 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 was already blank. "I... I...

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

shook her head in panic and lowered her

think about

mouth unconsciously and tried two times, but she didn't

impatient. "Forget it, but there is only one chance!" After

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

learn," she replied without hesitation.

like you. Please disappear in front of me right now." His tone was ruthless and

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