The person behind him made no sound, and the figure reflected in the light slowly fell on the back of Lu Xinting's hand.
She seemed to sense something and stopped chopping vegetables.
He raised his head and turned around hesitantly.
The man stood at the door of the kitchen, holding the sliding door with his hand, covered in the moisture and cold outside.
The smile immediately froze on her face.
Looking at each other, Song Heng's throat choked.
Seeing the smile in her eyes gradually disappear, Song Heng's heart twitched and he clasped his fingers tightly on the door frame.
Lu Xinting said nothing and looked at him lightly.
I have never seen him look so unkempt. His hair is messy, his face is very pale, and there is a faint green stubble on his chin. It seems that he has not cleaned up, just put on his clothes and hurried over.
Lu Xinting ran out of the hospital subconsciously wanting to ask if her injury was healed.
But the thought of him telling her to get lost with disgust on his face.
She swallowed her words, turned back silently, lowered her head and continued chopping vegetables.
"Let me do it."
A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Lu Xinting's hand shook in shock, and she accidentally cut her fingertip when she dropped the knife.
"Hiss." She took a breath.
When Song Heng heard the sound, he immediately took away the knife in her hand, took her hand, frowned slightly, "I'll take you to deal with it."
"No need." Lu Xinting pulled out her hand indifferently.
The wound was on the back of the finger, not deep, and there were some drops of blood.
She took out two pieces of paper and wiped them casually.
Song Heng watched her throw the toilet paper into the trash can. The tall figure stood still for a moment, turned around and went out.
Lu Xinting glanced out of the corner of her eye and continued chopping vegetables.
In the living room, Gu Zhiyin and Jiang Yue were talking about things, and Mu Ning was setting the table.
Seeing Song Heng coming out of the kitchen, he quietly opened the door and went out.
She muttered, why is this Meng Gourd doing that? He must have been angry and left.
Mu Ning slipped into the kitchen and said, "Song Heng is gone."
Lu Xinting paused and said "Oh".
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened." Lu Xinting hid her injured finger from Mu Ning.
"Then why did he leave without saying a word?"
Lu Xinting tugged at her lips, "Maybe seeing me makes you sick."
She didn't expect Song Heng to come.
Isn't it disgusting for her? I don't understand why he came to find her unhappy.
If he didn't want to see her, she could leave, and she wouldn't be an eyesore to him here.
But it's okay if he leaves now. She doesn't have to force herself to pretend, and he can go back to the hospital and lie down.
…
What Ling Mu Ning didn't expect was that Song Heng came back again, carrying a bag from the pharmacy containing iodine and band-aids.
He gave the things to Mu Ning and stared at his back in the kitchen, "She just cut her hand. Miss Mu, please treat her wound."
"What about you?" Mu Ning wanted to say, why didn't he do this in person.
Song Heng lowered his eyes, "I'm going to cook."
He knew that Lu Xinting would not accept anything from him.
Mu Ning understood, but saw that his expression was not good, "Can you do that?"
"no problem."
Mu Ning sighed in his heart and called Lu Xinting out of the kitchen.
After Lu Xinting was brought to the living room, Song Heng rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.
He washed his hands carefully and began to handle the ingredients.
Lu Xinting looked at the iodophor that appeared out of thin air in Mu Ning's hand.
Before she could say anything, Mu Ning explained, "Song Heng went out to buy them. I haven't prepared these for my new home."
Lu Xinting pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions.
Mu Ning put a band-aid on her, got up and went to the kitchen.
"We agreed that I would treat everyone to a meal, but I asked you to help me. Let me do it while you sit down and rest."
Song Heng was a guest and was still injured, which made her feel bad.
"It doesn't matter. Miss Mu, go and accompany her. She will be embarrassed in the living room alone."
Mu Ning folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, "You are not worried about your health, but you are more concerned about these things."
Song Heng stared at the carrots she cut, some thin and some thick, and smiled, "After all, I might have made her uncomfortable here."
Mu Ning said nothing.
After she secretly made that phone call to Song Heng in the toilet, not long after, he called again and asked where Lu Xinting was.
Knowing that he was coming, Mu Ning did not stop him.
The moment he made his choice, he must have wanted to see her.
Mu Ning sighed.
I thought that based on their virtues, they would have a lively affair in the kitchen.
The result was still cold.
Gee, it’s really hard for Song Heng to take the initiative.
In the past, Tingting set the pace.
But he usually seemed taciturn, but he didn't expect his thoughts to be so delicate.
And so cautiously.
…
Dinner started.
When taking a seat at the long square table, Lu Xinting wanted to sit next to Mu Ning.
Before he could sit down, a cold and dangerous voice sounded from behind him, "What are you doing?"
Lu Xinting's back stiffened, and she turned around to look at Gu Zhiyin's gloomy face. She swallowed and said, "What are you doing? I'm trying to see if the chair is strong for Mr. Gu."
She laughed dryly and quickly stood up and walked to Jiang Yue's side, "Boss Jiang, can I sit with you? I can help you pour the wine."
Jiang Yue glanced at Song Heng and curled his lips teasingly, "Just sit down. I'm worried that no one will accompany me."
After Lu Xinting sat down, Jiang Yue deliberately put his hand on the back of her chair, "Kid Mu Ning also said that among the five of us, if only one of you asked me to squat in the corner and watch you eat, what the hell, it's not my turn now."
Song Heng stood aside, looking at Lu Xinting with dark eyes, and tightened his hands to help her pull the chair.
"Boss Jiang talks a lot." Mu Ning rolled her eyes at him.
"Song Heng, can you go check out the soup pot?"
Song Heng stopped his gaze and turned around to go to the kitchen.
He brought the soup, silently pulled out the chair next to Lu Xinting and sat down.
Before starting, Jiang Yue shouted for a drink. Mu Ning thought that on such a festive day, he really deserved two drinks, so he opened the Maotai that Jiang Yue brought.
When Mu Ning was pouring wine, Gu Zhiyin replaced her wine glass with juice.
"You are not allowed to drink. If Jiang Yue gets me drunk, you can take care of me tonight."
Mu Ning was surprised, "Uncle Gu doesn't drink as well as him?"
"Who knows." Gu Zhiyin took her into his arms and leaned into her ear, speaking in an ambiguous tone, "But I stay drunk longer than I am awake."
Mu Ning immediately blushed and secretly cursed a gangster.
"Song Heng, please stop drinking. Can I get you a glass of water?"
Song Heng shook his head, "I'll do it myself."
"Oh, you're welcome. You've worked hard today, so I'll pour it for you."
Mu Ning stood up to pour him water, but Gu Zhiyin unexpectedly did not stop him.
Song Heng said softly "Thank you".
Jiang Yue snorted, "Little girl, sit next to me because you want to drink with me."
He filled it with Lu Xinting himself.
Lu Xinting couldn't refuse, "It's okay to have a couple of drinks with Boss Jiang, but I'm not a good drinker. Boss Jiang needs to be lenient. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a home if I drink too much."
"Don't worry, you little girl, I won't make things difficult for you." Jiang Yue just wanted to tease Song Heng, but he didn't really think about what he could do to Lu Xinting.
Everyone clinked glasses together to congratulate Mu Ning on moving to a new home.
After drinking, I started to use my chopsticks.
"Not bad, Song Heng, your craftsmanship has not deteriorated."
Jiang Yue praised, "If any woman follows you, she will be really lucky."
"Young Master Jiang, eat more." Song Heng reminded, "Be careful not to choke."
Jiang Yue pouted, "You still get choked when I praise you."
Lu Xinting buried her head in pouring wine for Jiang Yue, and she could feel a pair of eyes staring at her.
Gu Zhiyin put a chicken drumstick into Mu Ning's bowl and started drinking with Jiang Yue.
Mu Ning looked at the chicken legs in the bowl and wrinkled his nose.
She secretly put the chicken legs back into his bowl.
Gu Zhiyin lowered his head and said, "Are you picky about food?"
"I'm not a kid anymore. You always give me chicken drumsticks."
In the past, every time there was a family dinner, whether it was chicken, duck or goose, Gu Zhiyin could always find a leg.
"Grow more meat."
"I gained a lot of weight this winter vacation!"
"Let your chest grow longer."
