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Going out of Min Yulin's collection room, Huang Jingxian had already prepared dinner and invited Yang Zimei to come over for dinner.
Facing the warm invitation, Yang Zimei couldn't refuse, so she sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the delicious food on the table, Yang Zimei moved her index finger, feeling hungry.
Although Min's family was rich, she didn't see a helper and servant, so she thought that Huang Jingxian cooked the dishes.
Just as he was about to admire, he saw Min Qinghua coming out with a plate of vegetables in an apron.
He was wearing a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and an off-white apron. He looked both IKEA and elegant, which made Yang Zimei want to swallow his saliva.
There is no doubt that such a Min Qinghua looks very charming and sexy.
He put down the dishes, and Huang Jingxian was behind him, helping him untie the apron, and the two smiled at each other with harmonious and warm eyes.
Yang Zimei felt envious again—
No matter how many pictures a person has in his life, it is not as good as a well-organized family, where the husband and wife are harmonious, loving each other, and enjoying themselves in harmony.
She looked at Min Gang again.
Min Gang was looking at her, his black pupils contained a special kind of affection, as if telling her that he was willing to cook for him and would do everything for her.
In the previous life, he was a high and mighty prince, and she had never integrated him with the smell of fireworks.
At that time, she fantasized every day that if she could be with Min Gang, she would do everything for him, serve him with food, drink and sleep, and make him comfortable and happy.
Now, Min Gang has this idea.
If she was still the ignorant and helpless Yang Zimei in her previous life, she and him would not be able to sit together no matter what.
It turns out that if you want to gain the height of love, you must let yourself have the height.
After eating, Yang Zimei said goodbye and went home with the box of century-old ginseng.
Min Qinghua offered to take her back in a small car, but she refused.
It's not far from here to her home, she doesn't want to trouble him, and the bigger reason is that she doesn't want to be alone with him, for fear of destroying something.
"I'll take you by bike!"
Min Gang rolled out his blue bicycle a long time ago and said happily.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "I can walk by myself."
"Is it because of him?"
"En." Yang Zimei nodded, knowing that he was talking about Long Zhutian.
"you like him?"
Yang Zimei pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer, because she did not know how to answer this question.
Long Zhutian, like a tyrannical knife, forcibly penetrated into her life, shaking her affection for Min Gang.
Thinking of this name, her heart beat faster, and she was very eager to go back and see him lying on her bed with a wicked face, letting herself lean on his arm.
Seeing her eyes suddenly rippling with some kind of waves, Min Gang's heart felt sore again, he didn't say any more, he sent her to the door, and watched her gradually go away with his back in a daze.
"Xiao Gang—"
Huang Jingxian came out, seeing her son's look of loss, she called out lovingly and softly.
"Mom—" Min Gang turned around and called out, with a hint of aggrieved loss in his tone.
Huang Jingxian put her arm around his shoulder, "Xiaogang, Xiaomei is not a girl you can reach, just treat her as a dream, don't hold too much hope."
Huang Jingxian thought of Yang Zimei's casual finger on the rooftop to make the fly die, and Dujuan's withered magical ability filled her with awe, so she didn't want her son to get too close to her and get hurt.
"I know." Min Gang replied with lowered eyes.