Dear, don't rush here

The night outside the window, except for the bright moonlight, the dim street lights, and the looming neon billboards in the distance, is pitch black.

There was a breeze blowing from nowhere, it was a bit cool, but it couldn't lower the temperature of the two of them.

Xu Jue belatedly realized that the action of sucking his fingers was too ambiguous.

She blushed, and whispered softly: "I, I'm a disinfectant, you understand?"

Ling Sheng felt the burning heat from his fingertips, and nodded: "I understand."

Seeing that the pink color on Xu Jue's cheeks faded slightly, she added calmly: "Aside from disinfection, is there any reason?"

Xu Jue: "..."

Fit, keep fitting!

Xu Jue ignored the intentionally suffocating person, and was about to loosen his wrist, which felt good, when he suddenly saw a red and swollen index finger next to the scratched middle finger.

"Is this... a burn?"

When I gave Ling Sheng the slippers before, they obviously didn't have them yet. Combined with this appearance, no matter how you look at it, they were all made in the kitchen.

Xu Jue's face darkened, and he looked at Ling Sheng who was withdrawing his hand in search, a little unnaturally: "It's right here, did it just now, didn't it?"

Ling Sheng frowned, and avoided answering this question: "I'm not that delicate."

This person is really... If he didn't happen to see it, would he not plan to tell her at all?

Xu Jue pursed her lips, ordered Ling Sheng not to move and not to mess around anymore, walked back to the living room and took out the medicine box prepared at home, found the band-aids and the burn ointment that Ling Sheng bought last time, and walked back to the kitchen .

First put a bandage on the bleeding part, then rinse the reddened part of the index finger with cold water, and finally apply the ointment little by little with a cotton swab.

The movements are gentle as if holding a piece of glass.

At first Ling Sheng still felt a little uncomfortable about doing something wrong, but then gradually relaxed, and only looked at her seriously as she was taking the medicine.

From the corner of Xu Jue's eyes, he had been quietly observing Ling Sheng's demeanor. Seeing her looking at him intently, he couldn't help but feel soft, and he couldn't speak out after scolding: "Squeamish director, what are you looking at?"

But in the end, the tone was a little helpless.

Ling Sheng said: "I didn't read anything, I just thought of Bian Zhilin's poems."

"Huh?" Xu Jue felt that the name was a little familiar.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you from the bridge." Ling Sheng smiled faintly.

Originally, Ling Sheng was tall enough, but because he was ordered to stay where he was and not move, he obediently leaned against the sink, with his harmless right elbow hooked to the back wall, as if being held in Xu Jue's arms.

This sentence is too provocative.

Xu Jue remembered that the next sentence was, the bright moon adorns your window, and you adorn other people's dreams.

"..."

Xu Jue knew that her rank was lower than that of Ms. Ling, so she blushed again in disbelief, and said stiffly, "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, I'm illiterate."

Ling Sheng's phoenix eyes sparkled like water, and he laughed softly, "Well, 985 is illiterate."

Xu Jue took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, but the diploma doesn't count. I'm good at fakes, I didn't expect that."

Ling Sheng quite liked chatting with Xu Jue like this without saying a word: "It's a fake, it's amazing to be able to trick Hong Jiang over."

Xu Jue proudly said, "That is."

I have nothing to say now, hee hee.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Ling Sheng's lips twitched, and he said indifferently: "I heard that the counterfeiter has a wide range of business? Do you too?"

Xu Jue's animal intuition told her that there was another pit waiting for her to jump in this sentence, but she thought about it for a while, but she couldn't figure out why.

"It's.... What's the matter?"

Ling Sheng smiled: "Help me get a marriage certificate. It's not very demanding, just your name and mine. You know, marriage urging is urgent now. I'll use it to fool others, so I won't use it carelessly."

Crazy, and a marriage certificate.

Xu Jue laughed angrily and glared at her: "Bah, it's not too bad to get you an old age certificate."

Ling Sheng replied very calmly: "Then make me two."

Xu Jue sneered: "What's the matter, you still think one is not enough?"

"One for me and one for you, Mrs. Xu."

Xu Jue: "..."

These words made her think of growing old together.Thinking about it this way, the laughter just now stuck in his throat in an instant, and he almost blushed.

This Director Ling, why did he let himself go when he was injured?

Hot stupid?

How could this person look like a decent character before, but now why... so dishonest?Xu Jue was puzzled.

In order to prevent one set from another, she looked away and interrupted: "How did you get burned?"

Ling Sheng frowned.

"Tell the truth, otherwise you will have nothing to eat." Xu Jue folded his arms and ordered a pile of vegetables next to him, threatening.

Judging from the fact that Ling Sheng came to the door directly after get off work, the other party probably didn't eat.Although even if Ling Sheng didn't tell the truth, she couldn't really starve her.

But in the past, every time she pretended to be angry, Ling Sheng would give in.So subconsciously, she followed this habit to get along with people again.

Ling Sheng laughed, but answered honestly: "The pot boiled, I went to remove the pot, and then I was burned by that little Yuanyuan on the top of the pot..."

Xu Jue: "Pfft, Xiao Yuanyuan?"

What kind of cute vocabulary is this?

With a sullen face, Ling Sheng pointed at the round knob on the pot lid seriously: "I thought it was plastic insulation, that's why..."

It seems that the leader of Lingda is quite depressed.

Xu Jue almost died laughing. In order to save face for this aggrieved lady, she twitched wildly, endured the unnatural shaking, and explained: "I didn't buy the lid of this pot at home, and the... small circle also transfers heat, so It's very hot, so be careful next time and don't touch it directly."

Ling Sheng was quite angry at first, but when he heard the last sentence, his expression became much brighter: "Okay, pay attention 'next time'."

Xu Jue didn't pay attention to these two sentences, and wondered again: "But, if you want to turn off the fire, shouldn't you just twist the fire off button below? Why did you think of removing the lid of the pot?"

However, no matter how much Xu Jue asked about this question, Ling Sheng didn't explain it.

Thinking that the delay was too long, Xu Jue didn't bother much in order to cook to fill his stomach. He drove Ling Sheng out of the kitchen and continued the unfinished cooking task.

Ling Sheng glanced at the back of Xu Jue who was busy inside, and walked slowly back to the living room.Seeing that the purchased items hadn't been put away yet, she sat down on the stool, put all the items into categories, and put them one by one into the refrigerator to arrange them.

Seeing the full and neat refrigerator, Ling Sheng felt a sense of accomplishment.But the next moment, she hesitated again.

Li Mi and Fu Shiyue said that she is too rational, which invisibly gives people a sense of distance and makes people feel withdrawn.

So, would Xu Jue like this?Is a more messy and life-like refrigerator more humane?

She stood in a daze for a long time, and finally made up her mind, picked up the milk carton that was originally placed vertically at 90 degrees, and folded it into an obtuse angle.

In the tidy refrigerator, the crooked milk carton became the only unexpected place.

This would be messy and not so perfect, Ling Sheng nodded with satisfaction, and closed the refrigerator door.

After doing all this, Xu Jue hasn't come out yet.

Ling Sheng was not in a hurry, and nestled into the soft sofa with Xu Jue's usual pillow in his arms, rubbing the corner of the band-aid with his hand, his expression became more and more relaxed.

She remembered a night when she was dating online.

That day, they watched food and broadcasts together online, Xu Jue looked hungry, so she acted like a baby to Ling Sheng: "Ah, so hungry."

Xu Jue looks delicate and soft, but he seldom acts like a baby, so that every time he acts like a baby, the effect is extraordinary, and he almost responds to requests.

Ling Sheng has always been a man of action, so he asked after listening, "May I order you a takeaway? It will be expedited soon."

Xu Jue pouted: "No, I might as well do it myself."

Ling Sheng knew that Xu Jue didn't like takeaway, so he paused and said, "Do you... want me to make it for you?"

Xu Jue smiled sweetly: "Yes!"

Restraining some restlessness, Ling Sheng asked softly: "I'm not good at cooking, aren't you afraid that my cooking will taste bad?"

What did Xu Jue say at the time?

"I just want to eat what you cook. It doesn't matter if it's delicious or not. The point is that you cook it for me."

This kind of love story is not absent on TV, Ling Sheng always scoffs at it.But when Xu Jue said it, the effect was different.

Sure enough, the content of the speech may not be important, what is important is who said it.

Ling Sheng's throat was itchy and he couldn't say a word.

Xu Jue didn't notice her strangeness, and his voice was full of satisfaction: "Besides, I'm older than you, and I cook a lot, so I must be the one who cooks for you, just obediently wait for feeding haha."

There was a misunderstanding in this sentence, but there was also sincerity, and there were so many meanings that it almost drove Ling Sheng crazy.In the end, she could only hold the cup tightly in her hand, and squeezed out an inaudible answer: "Yes."

"I'm going to get myself a bowl of instant noodles. I'll savor you later. You can continue to read."

Ling Sheng touched the microphone: "Well, let's go."

After confirming that Xu Jue had really left, she closed the mic and sighed in her original voice.

In such a large family, a cold female voice sounded faintly.

"I'll wait for you, Xu Jue..."

The memory overlapped with the present scene, Ling Sheng felt a little sad.

If only cooking were as easy as working.

It would be great if I could cook for Xu Jue.

When Xu Jue came out with the freshly cooked meal, she found that Ling Sheng had fallen asleep on the sofa, holding a Pikachu pillow in her hand. It seemed very inconsistent at first glance, but it seemed very suitable at second glance.

Xu Jue was silent, put the food back into the pot and covered it to prevent it from getting cold.The man went back to the living room and closed the window facing the blowing.

Because he was worried about waking Ling Sheng up by putting on clothes and blankets, Xu Jue hesitated for a while, but still did not do so.She glanced at the clock and decided to let Ling Sheng sleep for another quarter of an hour, otherwise the food would be really cold.

The noise of pots and pans is gone, and the living room is very quiet.Apart from the steady breathing beside him, there was no other sound.

Xu Jue's heart also calmed down.

She lowered her head and stared at Ling Sheng's sleeping face.

The facial features of a woman are exquisite and painting-like, which is one of the best works when God created man; her temperament is like wine, the more tasted, the sweeter it is.It's a pity that the blue color in his eyes was deeper than what he saw before, and he was exhausted everywhere, Xu Jue felt a little distressed.

Although Ling Sheng who was awake was extremely restrained, there was still a bit of sharpness unavoidable.But when I fell asleep, the blade returned to the sheath, and all the sharp thorns disappeared temporarily, and the tenderness in the bones was no longer concealed, and it merged into a warm current that broke the ice in spring.

During the group meeting, Ling Sheng once gave her a cheering mouth.At that time, Ling Sheng's expression was also very soft, and Xu Jue felt as if he was surrounded by cotton wool, which was very warm.

However, if there is an extra layer of love relationship, it is not just cotton wool, but also cotton candy, soft and sweet.

For example at this time.

Director Ling who is aggressive and decisive at work, Ling Sheng who is humorous, cunning and calm when getting along with each other, kitchen killer who is clumsy when cooking, and the obedient and defenseless sleeping appearance...

How many sides are there that she hasn't seen yet?

This is the person she likes...

Xu Jue clenched his fists with a sad expression.

She didn't want to affect their work or their future, so she repeatedly rejected Ling Sheng. After all, was it just her selfish thoughts?

Does this "two people" refer to oneself from beginning to end?

However, Ling Sheng, who was supposed to be resting at home, showed up at her home now, still so tired... Doesn't this incident prove that her thoughts were correct, did they have been affected?

Xu Jue was at a loss.

On the sofa, a head of blue hair poured down, as if a butterfly in the Garden of Eden was resting, and while fluttering its wings, it was tempting her to pick the forbidden fruit.

Xu Jue's eyes were blurred, and he raised his hand as if tempted, following the invisible light path, he was about to touch the most delicate flower.

"Besides the boss and the subordinates, we have no other relationship." The words I said slammed into my heart, and the sharp pain brought me sobriety.

Hands stopped.

Hey, this slap in the face really hurts.

Her fingers trembled, and finally, with a distance of a few centimeters, she gently outlined the eyebrows and lips from above.

dare not touch.

Just as he was about to withdraw, his wrist was caught.

Xu Jue was startled, and then realized that at some point, his tightly closed eyes had opened, even though he was sleepy for a few minutes, but more so, he was as deep as staring at his prey.

"Xu Jue."

Ling Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse.

"I know you are scruples and hesitant. I can probably guess what your scruples are, but I want to hear you tell me yourself."

"I..." Xu Jue was about to speak when Ling Sheng stopped him by shaking his head.

"You don't think about it now, it doesn't matter, I'm not in a hurry, and I won't force you. When you think it over, and when you're willing to tell me, we'll talk."

Ling Sheng held her hand, put it on his forehead, and gradually stepped on the road that was separated from the air just now.

Nothing was missed.

"I have only one request, and that is don't refuse my approach... ok?"

The low appeal complements the hot spring in the eyes.They are often silent, but when they explode, they are fiery.

The heat that melts everything.

The blazing heat that leaves no retreat.