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.

from a dream. For him, time

go back to have a rest. I want

had breakfast yet,"

he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, making

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

returning to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.

the bed. It

did he take away his

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

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.

gently pushed open, and a

respond, still looking out of the window.

"Brother Hanson!"

impatience in his eyes. He sat up from the bed and saw Ivy standing

so cold that Ivy

deathly silent, with an invisible pressure, making

trembled slightly. Her low sobs flowed in the wind, like thin water dripping into

put salt on the fresh wound. He stood up

tears rolling over her beautiful

are you crying?" he frowned

to your apartment if you get drunk again.

in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and unexpectedly stretched

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

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

you care about me so much?" He asked a series of

and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You

in panic and lowered her guilty eyes,

can think about it," he said slowly and

suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him dully. There 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

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

hard, raised her head suddenly, and shouted at him desperately, "I like you, brother Hanson, I like you!" A clear confession, echoing in the room with the wind, was so clear and firm.

face. After a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "I

she replied

me right now." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind from Siberia, freezing

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