What the hell! The apartment was on fire?
He jumped up from the bed and ran out without putting on his shoes.
The smoke came out of the kitchen, mixed with the sound of a woman's cough.
He rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. From the smoke curling up, he saw a panic figure. It
was...
He coughed and rubbed his eyes. His eyes became clearer.
It was Ivy. He recognized her. She was...
frying egg!
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He strode forward and turned on the range hood.
The thick smoke gradually dispersed.
He crossed his hands over his chest and stared at her with a questioning posture. "Ivy, why are you in
my kitchen?"
Turning off the gas stove, Ivy shoved out a piece of black item from the pan and threw it into the trash
can.
There were also several dark things in the bucket!
She lowered her head dejectedly and turned around. "Don't you remember anything? You get drunk
every day. It's me who sent you back. "
"Oh, it's you," he muttered and his eyes softened. To be honest, he didn't remember anything after
getting drunk. He only knew that he would lie on his bed every day when he woke up. He didn't want to
think about who sent him back. He was not in the mood to think about it anyway.
He glanced at the messy kitchen and frowned slightly. "Then why don't you go back? You make trouble
here and almost burn my kitchen!"
"I just want to make breakfast for you out of kindness." Ivy was extremely embarrassed. She had seen
the fried eggs of Essie, which were golden yellow. They smelled good and looked easy to make. She
had planned to show off in front of him, but she didn't expect it to be a mess.
Thinking of this, she blinked, and tears began to flash in her eyes.
After all, Hanson had a tender heart for women. Seeing the pitiful look on her face, he sighed
helplessly, "Ivy, thank you for sending me back these days. It's almost time for work. You can leave
now. Leave me alone." After a pause, he added, "Tell the secretary that I won't go to the company
today."
"Are you still not sober from the hangover? Today is Saturday. You don't need to go to work," she
reminded him.
He said 'Oh' as if he had just woken up from a dream. For him, time was meaningless, and the only use
was to spend it in a boring life.
"Then you can go back to have a rest. I want to... Stay alone for a while. "
"But you haven't had breakfast yet," she murmured.
"I don't have the appetite," he said lightly. The residual alcohol was still burning in his stomach, making
him uncomfortable.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and waves of disappointment surged in her heart. She bit her lips and
walked out silently.
After returning to her room, Hanson fell onto the bed.
The sunlight came in through the slightly open window and lazily sprinkled on the head of the bed. It
warmed the moist air in the room, but it couldn't warm his cold heart.
Why did he take away his Essie? Why?
He asked the sky, the sky was silent. He asked the clouds, the clouds were silent.
The wind blew from the distant mountain, through the thin hair, and slipped through the corners of his
eyes, taking away a crystal tear. He reached out his hand and felt the tenderness of it caressing his
fingertips. She was like the wind, gentle and soft, but floated without a trace, and could not be caught.
After a long time, the door was gently pushed open, and a faint voice came out from the wind, "Brother
Hanson!"
Hanson didn't respond, still looking out of the window.
"Brother Hanson!"
The voice came over again, low and timid, and there was a little impatience in his eyes. He sat up from
the bed and saw Ivy standing at the door, looking at him with a little fear.
"Why are you still here?" Hanson's tone was so cold that Ivy was like a string that was touched and
trembled slightly.
The room became deathly silent, with an invisible pressure, making people suffocate.
She stayed there motionless. After a long time, her thin shoulders trembled slightly. Her low sobs
flowed in the wind, like thin water dripping into the frozen air.
He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had put salt on the fresh wound. He stood up from the
bedside and slowly walked to her.
She cried sadly, tears rolling over her beautiful face like broken beads.
"Why are you crying?" he frowned and asked.
"I... I'm afraid that no one will drive you back to your apartment if you get drunk again. " She lowered
her head and her feet drew circles on the ground unnaturally.
He stared at her without a blink, with an intriguing look in his eyes. Suddenly, he walked over and
unexpectedly stretched out his arm to hold her.
His body clung to hers, and strong muscles could be felt so clearly. His handsome face was very close
to hers, and his burning eyes burned her face. His breath was with a faint temperature, and a gentle
wave came, swirling between her lips, as if kissing indirectly.
She was a little dizzy and a little drunk. Her heart was beating fast like a deer.
"Ivy Rong." His magnetic voice came, "Why is your face so red? Why is your heart beating so fast?
Why do you care about me so much?" He asked a series of questions, but her mind was already blank.
"I... I... " she stammered and didn't know how to answer.
He drew a charming arc at the corners of his mouth, and a mocking smile slowly overflowed. "You like
me, don't you?" he said frankly.
"No... No, I'm not. " She shook her head in panic and lowered her guilty eyes, not daring to look at him.
"If you admit it, maybe I can think about it," he said slowly and jokingly.
She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him dully. There was an unfathomable smile on his
handsome face. She opened her mouth unconsciously and tried two times, but she didn't make a
sound. She lowered her head again and her face turned even redder.
He frowned slightly and seemed to be a little impatient. "Forget it, but there is only one chance!" After
saying that, he loosened his grip, turned around and was about to walk back, ignoring her.
She bit her lips hard, raised her head suddenly, and shouted at him desperately, "I like you, brother
Hanson, I like you!" A clear confession, echoing in the room with the wind, was so clear and firm.
Hanson withdrew his steps, with a deep smile on his face. After a moment of silence, he turned around
and said, "I like girls who can cook, but you can't even fry eggs. You almost burn my kitchen. You're so
stupid."
"I can learn," she replied without hesitation.
Hanson lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry. I don't like you. Please disappear in front
of me right now." His tone was ruthless and cruel, as cold as the cold wind from Siberia, freezing her
enthusiasm in an instant.
Tears streamed down her cheeks like broken beads.
"Brother Hanson, I won't give up. I can learn whatever you like." Then she shook her head and ran out.
The next day, Essie and Zac went to the Rong Mansion. The news that they were reconciled made
Abel and Alena very happy.
As soon as the two of them entered the door, they saw Ivy running out of the kitchen. Her face was
covered with two black charcoal ash, like a little kitten.
"Cousin, sister-in-law, congratulations on your reunion." She opened her arms and was about to hug
Essie, but was stopped by an arm of Zac. "Ivy, what are you doing? Why are you making yourself so
bad?"
Sally cast a reproachful glance at her daughter and said, "Recently, I didn't know what was wrong with
her. As soon as she came back, she went into the kitchen to learn how to cook. She almost burned the
kitchen several times."
Allen took a drag on his cigar and waved his hand with a smile. "Don't talk nonsense anymore. It's a
good thing that girls can cook."
Goel took over his father's words with a smile, "Daddy, I think my sister wants to change her profession
to be a cook."
Ivy glared at him and turned to Zac. "Cousin, I made a special dish for you today. You must eat it all
later!"
Zac seemed to be choked. He covered his mouth with a tissue and coughed.
He seriously doubted the edibility of this dish.
Not only did Ivy make a famous cuisine, but also a charcoal cooked salmon and cheese lobster.
However, no one dared to eat on the three cuisines.
Taking a look at the table, Ivy's two cheeks bulged up at once. "Why don't you eat the food I cook?"
Everyone lowered their heads in silence.
She was so angry that she decided to play tricks. First, he brought the eel with black chicken to Zac
and Essie. It was a soup made of eel and black chicken. When a strange smell spread out from the
casserole, Zac intuitively leaned back.
Ivy served them a bowl of soup attentively, and everyone looked at them sympathetically. Zac took the
soup in front of Essie. Seeing the wide eyes of Ivy, he explained hurriedly, "Essie has just recovered.
The doctor said that she can only eat vegetables and can't eat meat these days."
Ivy pouted, "Well, then you can drink both bowls."
"These two days, I... I can only eat vegetables too since I have a little stomachache. The doctor
specifically told me not to eat meat," Zac said unhurriedly.
Ivy was not pleased. She stamped her feet hard and said, "What? I did it specially for you, how can you
not have even a taste?" Her little mouth pouted, and her big eyes blinked red. She seemed to be so
sad that she was about to cry.
Seeing this, Essie smiled and said, "Ivy must have been busy in the kitchen for a long time. The soup
looks good. I really want to have a taste." She reached out for the soup. Zac was about to stop her, but
when he saw the wink, he let go of her.
Essie spooned up a small spoon and took a sip. Without making any sound, she picked up a food cloth
to wipe her mouth and spit out the soup quietly. "Ivy's soup is very good. The original taste is better if
you add more salt to it."
"Really?" Ivy tasted it immediately and then wanted to vomit. The smell of the soup was very strong,
and she forgot to add salt, but she still swallowed it, not wanting others to know.
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