"Then don't eat it." As she said that, she threw the bowl directly out of the door. She had a sudden attack and the soup spilled on the back of his hand.
For a moment he actually forgot about his wife's violent temper.
After being pushed out of the door, he tasted the back of his hand and said, "How much salt has been put in this?" He smacked his mouth again and looked at the closed door, smiling evilly: "Are you trying to kill your husband? I Your Highness the Princess." His voice was very small, as gentle as the breeze blowing on his face at night.
Even when she loses her temper, he finds her extremely cute. This is her. She laughs when she is happy, cries when she is sad, throws things when she is angry. This is a bad habit, but he just likes how free and easy she is. temperament.
"Let's go! If you continue chanting sutras at my door, be careful, I'll let my dog bite you! I'll kill you!" There were thunderclaps and banging sounds in the room.
Her temper really hasn't changed at all, and it's rare that she has a docile side when Zuo Yang is around.
He smiled warmly and decided to go to the kitchen to clean up the battlefield. He had seen the scene where his wife was cooking, and it was terrible to watch.
As soon as I arrived at the kitchen entrance, I found Nighthawk standing at the door of the kitchen, frowning in thought.
"Brother, I'm back."
"Zuo, is there a terrorist attack on our house?" His slender fingers pointed at the dirty stove.
There were flour and shoe prints all over the floor... and a stagnant river of flour. "Ahem, brother, it was Wuyou who was cooking just now."
Nighthawk raised his eyebrows: "She can also cook?"
"No...she's learning." He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said sheepishly.
"From now on, the kitchen will be a forbidden area and she is not allowed to step in." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the cleaning team on his own.
"Okay, I'm also afraid that she will hurt herself." He said this lightly, making Nighthawk almost throw the plate away in anger.
"Just spoil her."
He muttered as he was doing it: "Good guy, is this cooking? The research and development of nuclear weapons is still about the same!"
"What kind of food did she cook?" Nighthawk asked as he picked up a large piece of bamboo shoots.
Jiang Ze shook his head regretfully: "I didn't eat it, she threw it."
"Did you mess with her again?"
"She wants me to make her into an orc, brother, how could she be so stupid?"
"You guys...are nakedly spreading shit!" Bullying him as a single guy.
At this time, Ye Xiao also walked in: "Hey, be good! Do you two have no place to play?"
"It's your good granddaughter-in-law, don't accuse me wrongly!" Ye Xiao quickly cleared it up.
"Hmm... Zuo, if my wife is hungry, you can cook it. Don't let her in the kitchen again. The fumes are heavy."
"Okay, Grandpa, I understand."
Nighthawk was unconvinced and said: "Double standard!"
"What's up with the double standard? If you have the guts, try your best to bring back a wife." Ye Feng stood at the door of the kitchen at some point.
Nighthawk was so angry after hearing his father's words that he immersed himself in washing dishes and vowed to be like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand and not listen or listen.
At midnight, Jiang Ze suddenly felt chest tightness. He got up and went to Wuyou's door, only to hear crying coming from inside.
That was her crying, a cry that she was suppressing but finally couldn't suppress, a sound of suppressed sobs and painful cries.
It was as if the threads were painstakingly extracted from the depths of her soul, and the threads scattered in every corner weaved an endless blueprint of sorrow.
He slumped against the wall, covering his face with his hands, tears silently flowing down his fingers.
How much he wanted to rush in, hug her and tell her: Baby, give me some time, wait for me, believe me, loyalty will always be yours.
He can't yet, he's waiting...waiting for the wheel of fate to turn.
It wasn't until the sky got slightly bright that the crying inside stopped. She must have fallen asleep, and he moved back to his room with numb legs.
Neither of them went out after breakfast. Nighthawk opened the door of Jiang Ze's room worriedly. "Brother" Jiang Ze just woke up.
"That girl didn't get up to eat. I wanted you to go and see. Where did you go last night? There are so many dark circles under your eyes."
"I didn't go anywhere. I stayed outside Wuyou's door all night." He didn't hide it, because his brother must have seen the surveillance before coming here at this time.
"Let's go and have something to eat together." Nighthawk knew that his younger brother was overthinking, so he deliberately created some opportunities for them to get along.
"good."
After Nighthawk finished explaining, he went to the basement. After washing, Jiang Ze specially selected a white T-shirt to make himself more energetic. He also found the meal prepared by Nighthawk in the kitchen.
He carried the tray all the way to Wuyou's door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened.
She was dressed in a black training uniform, but she was in extremely good spirits. Her skin seemed to be a shade whiter. Could it be because she shed tears to detoxify? There was also a black handbag on the ground, which contained various weapons.
Seeing the equipment inside, he placed the tray on the table with a bang and asked in a cold tone: "Where are you going? Baoning is not safe now."
"I won't go to Baoning." She seemed to have suddenly grown from a weak princess to a warrior, with a cold glint in her eyes.
"Then you..." Where are you going? He couldn't help but want to get angry, and there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting: She wants to run away, she wants to run away...
"I'm thinking... maybe he doesn't love me and hides everything from me. He has never taken the initiative to tell me about his past. If it weren't for the hunter siege, I wouldn't have known he was a member of the organization." When she said these words , the indifference in his eyes stung his heart severely.
"What do you want to say?" There was a dangerous light in his eyes. He was angry. How could his wife doubt his heart? How could she doubt his heart.
"I want to leave him and live for myself." He clenched his fists with his back teeth and made a rattling sound: "Say it again."
"I want to leave him," he said with a knife in his hand, "You bastard..." I haven't finished my words yet!
He steadily caught Wuyou's falling figure and cast a spell: "There is no separation in life, and there is no separation in death. You'd better imprint this sentence into the depths of your soul. I won't allow you to escape from me. I won't allow."
At this moment, he still looked like a sunny boy, almost like a murderous devil bathed in the dark side. He hugged Wuyou's body tightly, wishing to crush her into pieces and embed her into his bones, and he also wished he could burst into anger. And the catharsis melted her and himself into one.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere." Like a lonely and bloodthirsty wolf, he looked up at the dazzling sunlight outside the window. Even though the light was too bright and burned his pupils, he still said firmly: "Madam, run away. It won’t fall off.”
He found Yan Wu and wanted to tamper with her consciousness. He asked her to give up the idea of leaving him forever, but was stopped by Ye Xiao who arrived in time.
"Zuo, her memory has been confused. If you do this, what should you do if she forgets Zuo Yang's existence?" This sentence hit the bull's-eye on his chest. He couldn't imagine that she really forgot the beauty they had.
