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 boring life.

to have a rest. I want to... Stay alone for a while.

breakfast

said lightly. The residual alcohol was

of disappointment surged in her heart. She bit her lips

her room, Hanson

the slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It warmed the moist

take away

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

out his hand

pushed open, and a faint

didn't respond, still looking

"Brother Hanson!"

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

you still here?" Hanson's tone was so cold that Ivy was like a string that was

with an invisible pressure, making

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

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

over her beautiful

are you crying?" he frowned and

drunk

at her without a blink, with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly

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 gentle wave came, swirling between her

little drunk. Her heart was beating

me so much?" He asked a series of questions, but her mind was already

arc at the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You like me, don't you?"

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

about

dully. There was an unfathomable smile on his handsome face. She opened her mouth unconsciously and tried two times, but she didn't

frowned slightly and seemed to be a little impatient. "Forget it, but there is only one chance!" After saying that,

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

his 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 learn," she replied

her ear, "I'm 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 her enthusiasm in an instant.

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