Chapter 2409 Rejection (37)

There was silence for a while, and he didn't speak.

Just looking at her quietly.

She touched her empty belly and walked to the kitchen on her own.

Take the dishes and chopsticks and wash them.

Give him enough time and space to leave.

There was soup simmering on the stove, but she didn't make any fuss and ate whatever she needed to.

Carefully, he lifted the lid and smelled it.

The light and fragrant flavor of bones comes to your face, it's his craftsmanship that's right.

He could always make mediocre food delicious and to her liking.

Her right hand was still covered with plaster. She picked up the spoon on the side and was about to take a small bite and taste it.

Unexpectedly, her spoon was suddenly snatched away.

A nameless shadow fell beside her, and his deep breath came, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I come."

With that said, someone changed in front of the stove.

She was held down and took two steps back.

Wei Wei was stunned.

Don't know what he means.

Didn't he reject her? Why aren't you leaving yet?

Both hands were empty, the spoon was snatched away, and the bowl was snatched away.

She spread her hands, looked at them, and opened her mouth.

"Um... I won't bother you anymore, can I do it myself?"

As if he didn't hear it, he filled the soup and closed the lid.

"...Mr. Shen?"

He went out with the soup, and she followed, wanting to catch it with both hands.

"No, let me do it?"

The soup had just come out of the pot and was very hot. She couldn't just grab it for fear of burning him.

Following him to the dining table, he looked towards the living room and saw that his computer had been confiscated and the documents were scattered aside.

Her eyebrows twitched and she looked at him.

He still didn't look at her, lowered his eyes, and quietly set the dishes.

She stared at him, watching him turn around and go into the kitchen again.

Then, rice, vegetables, and a large pot of soup were brought out.

Placed neatly on the table, meticulously.

It seemed like it was all his doing.

Once it's done, keep it warm and wait for her to wake up.

"..." She grabbed his hand and looked at him steadily.

His movements paused, and his dark eyes fell on the dining table.

The grabbed hand shrank, as if trying to break free.

The next second, she suddenly let go again.

Take your hands back and put them behind your back.

Without saying a word, I pushed him away, pulled out a chair, and sat down to eat.

He took a step back and stood behind her.

The meals on the table were all in small portions, and he didn't seem to prepare them for himself at all.

After being pushed aside, he didn't speak and remained quiet.

He looked at her for a long time.

He stood like a servant, old-fashioned and without any sparkle.

There was the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks, and he stood like a sculpture.

Neither walked nor spoke.

Not even moving much.

It makes people want to ignore it, but——

She couldn't ignore it.

Her hand holding the chopsticks became tighter and tighter.

As the bowls and chopsticks clashed, the overly quiet atmosphere gradually became suppressed by anger.

Unparalleled rage.

Anger that could no longer be tolerated.

This bad man...

It's like this every time, every time.

I like her but don’t take the initiative, not every time!

Is the mouth just for decoration? ? ?

I know how to cook for her, I know how to ask her if it hurts, I know how to come to her door to deliver medicine, but why don't I know how to say "I like it"! ?

Every time, she was asked to guess, racking her brains to guess what he was thinking.

Son of a bitch!

She stared at the dish in front of her, annoyed.

It felt like he was trying to dig a hole in it, and he wanted to take out a knife to vent his anger a thousand times.

The hand holding the chopsticks became tighter and tighter, almost breaking.

It was the same in the previous life, and the life before that.

She is really...

fed up.