Tyrant Be Good, I’ll Love You - Chapter 590

Qinghe doesn’t know how to walk back?

The feet are floating and can’t sink to the bottom, which makes people panic and fear.

Back in the room, she threw herself on the couch.

Head, never had the swelling pain.

Like sick, the whole person is weak and weak. He just wants to close his eyes, let himself sleep, forget heaven and earth, and himself, and fall into the endless night.

Just as she thought, she wandered alone in the night without a dream.

Just like her life, she will go on, along the night!

I don’t know how long she slept. In her stupidity, Qinghe only felt something gently touching her face. The light taste on her lips made her nostalgic and shed tears.

She slowly opened her eyes. In her watery eyes, the water was shining and looked at the magnified handsome face in front of her sadly.

He closed his eyes slightly, his eyebrows were bright and beautiful.

He kissed her so gently, but it made her heart dull and painful like being cut by a sharp knife.

Tears slipped to the corners of his eyes. Qinghe gently pulled his chest, stretched out his hand and slowly held his face.

Maybe she doesn’t know, her hands tremble like a messy wind!

Si Jue kissed her lips, and her eyes, bright as stars, slowly opened and printed her pale face.

Qinghe stared into his eyes, but smiled at him gently, “brother Jue, where have you been?”

Si Jue’s thick eyebrows were slightly restrained, turned over and lay beside her, put one hand behind his head, and stared at the top of the tent without opening his mouth.

Qinghe pressed down his eyes and looked at his side face.

Si Jue also slowly turned his head and looked at her. She still smiled at him and smiled at him very quietly, as if she would always be by his side and smile at him so quietly.

Fingertips traced her eyebrows, and Si Jue’s throat moved slightly, as if to say something.

Qinghe suddenly held his fingers, bent his eyebrows, squeezed his body towards him, leaned his head against his arm, slightly closed his eyes, and had a quiet voice, “brother Jue, I think of a way to cure my aunt!”

Si Jue frowned slightly, his eyes were silent, and he stared at her.

Qinghe opened his eyes, smiled and looked up at him, “I promise you, I will cure my aunt, and I will do it!”

Si Jue stared at the arc of her mouth, and a sense of boredom suddenly burst up. He suddenly turned around and covered her face.

A big palm, clasped her hands and held them above her head.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Despite the stiffness of her lips, she kissed intoxicated.

Qinghe let him kiss, but his eyes looked at him sadly.

Si Jue only felt that the boredom in his heart had not disappeared for half a minute because of her kiss, but was deeper and thicker.

He suddenly clenched her wrist and gave up!

The whole body was heavily pressed on her, and the head rested on her shoulder.

Breathing, depression.

His hand was pulled very tightly by him, and he felt some pain. Qinghe chose to ignore it.

The weight he put on her chest temporarily relieved and transferred the pain in her heart.

They just stayed quiet for a while.

Si Jue slowly got up from her, stood at the head of the bed and looked at her. In his eyes, he pulled out a dark color that green grass couldn’t understand.

Qinghe pursed his lower lip, propped up his body with both hands, sat up and looked up at him.

Si Jue narrowed his eyes. “You slept for a long time, you know?”

Qinghe was slightly stunned. He looked outside the room and saw that night had come.

After screwing off his eyebrows, Qinghe stood up and looked at him and said, “aunt, are you awake now?”

Si Jue took a deep look at her and nodded, “we should prepare dinner in the kitchen now.”

“Oh.” Qinghe’s eyes twinkled and sat down slowly.

“You’ve been sleeping all day today?” asked Si Jue suddenly.

Qinghe’s heart tightened, and his cheeks flashed a little white. He didn’t dare to look at him, but just nodded.

Si Jue’s face sank, his lips tightened and stared at her without speaking.

After all, Qinghe was a little guilty, so he stood up in a panic and skipped him to the door. “I’ll go to the kitchen and see if I can help?”

Si Jue coldly hooked his lips and took her arm.

Qinghe shook his hand, but reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, patiently turned and looked at him, “what’s the matter, brother Jue?”

Si Jue looked at the arc at the corner of her mouth. His eyes were heavy again. He narrowed his eyes and said, “you can’t cook. What are you going to do?”

Qinghe blinked and smiled, “I can’t cook when brother Jue left, but ten years later, how do you know I can’t.”

She said and saw his eyebrows frown.

Qinghe suddenly shut his mouth.

He didn’t speak either, and they just deadlocked for a while.

Qinghe couldn’t tell a lie. He was worried about what he had just asked.

At this moment, he could not compare his patience. Under his dark gaze, he finally lost the battle.

Picking his eyebrows, he pretended to be naughty and said, “brother Jue, I’ll cook some good dishes for you later to show you my cooking.”

Si Jue lowered his eyes, covered all the emotions in his eyes with dark and long eyelashes, took her hand and went out“

Well, brother Jue will wait. ”

……

When he arrived in the kitchen, Si Jue was inevitably kicked out by Mu Zhifei and Qinghe in the name of getting in the way.

Mu Zhifei and Qinghe were left. When Mu Zhifei heard that Qinghe was going to cook two dishes for sijue, he happily gave up the position of the chef.

He sat in front of the stove and watched the fire.

The fire was printed on her gentle face and reflected her clear and warm corners of her mouth.

Qinghe stood in front of the stove and looked at her with emotion.

He sighed softly, and Qinghe rolled up his sleeve and stirred up.

There are some lean ribs and white mushrooms prepared by Mu Zhifei in the kitchen. I want to only prepare stew.

In her memory, Si Jue didn’t like greasy food, which was the same as her father.

Strangely, every dish she is good at is light and nourishing her stomach.

After looking at other ingredients in the kitchen, Qinghe picked a small white gourd and prepared to make a white gourd soup.

The cleaned white mushroom is used to stir fry lean meat.

With a certain idea, Qinghe began to get busy.

Mu Zhifei looked up and saw her skillful cutting and washing vegetables. Obviously, her ordinary and vulgar actions were pleasing to the eyes and elegant.

Mu Zhifei narrowed his eyes and said with a light smile, “I’m familiar with the movements of wo’er. Haven’t I learned it?”

“Well, when I was seven years old and had nothing to do, I learned to cook from my master.” Qinghe said truthfully.

Seven?

Mu Zhifei was slightly surprised. “Does he Er like cooking?”

Qinghe nodded at his fingertips, shook his head slightly and whispered, “it’s not. It’s just to pass the extra time.”

Mu Zhifei saw that she looked a little tired, so he didn’t say more.

Qinghe looks up and admires Zhifei. He pretends to have no intention to ask, “brother Jue said that my aunt likes Datura flowers. Qinghe is really surprised to see Datura flowers all over the yard. I think my aunt really likes it?”

“Well, I like it.” Mu Zhifei gathered his long eyelashes, picked up a piece of firewood and put it into the stove, “I often feel that I am those Datura flowers, and those Datura flowers are me. If one day there are no Datura flowers, maybe I will disappear.”

She said softly and looked at Qinghe’s warm smile.

Qinghe was a little deep in his heart. He pretended to chat with her, “aunt likes Datura so much, but what’s the story?”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Qinghe finished asking, he saw Mu Zhifei’s face suddenly change.

Seeing this, Qinghe tightened his heart and hurriedly changed the topic, “I don’t know if brother Jue likes this stewed spare ribs with white gourd I made?”

Mu Zhifei was stunned. Looking at her, she seemed to frown. Her look gradually slowed down. She smiled comfortingly, “don’t worry, girl. If you dare not like that smelly boy, you will be the first to refuse.”

Qinghe breathed in his heart and said with a smile, “brother Jue is so poor!”

“You girl, aunt is helping you!” Mu Zhifei was stunned for a second, pretending to be slightly angry and said with a smile.

Qinghe giggled, “well, it’s Qinghe’s fault. Qinghe hurt his aunt’s heart!”

“Bad girl!!” Mu Zhifei shook his head and couldn’t help pulling again and again at the corners of his mouth.