Chapter 243 (1/2)

Slow down, walk into the kitchen, cover Yimo a probe, see her apron, cutting potato silk. Take the flowers out of your hands, seal Yimo, just about to come forward, a scream came first:

”ah --”

”what's the matter?”

Several strides, eagerly forward, Feng Yimo pulls up her little hand, and sees a shallow opening on it, seeping blood water out:

”Why are you so careless? I'm distracted when I cut vegetables. I don't want my hands! ”

Took her hand to flush the water, sealed the desert to turn over the band aid to stick to her: ”does it hurt?”

Looking at the tense and gentle man in front of him, Rino's eyes fell on the dining table behind him, on which was a handful of red roses with exquisite packaging and delicate color, shining in the light.

He turned back and glanced at him. He couldn't help laughing: ”what a child! When you see a gift, you forget the pain? ”

Turning around, Feng Yimo took the flower and handed it to her: ”last night, I borrowed the flower to offer the Buddha. As a result, the Buddha was not there. Today, I will do it again! Do you still like it? ”

Holding it, Rino nodded. At this time, receiving his flowers seemed to fill the gap in her heart, dirty or not. Holding his waist, Rino arched in his arms.

Obviously, I feel that her mood seems to be not quite right, but she has become small and dumb. I stroked her back brain spoon, and he also hugged her in his arms:

”what's the matter? Is something wrong? ”

Don't want to influence the two people with Zhang Yueze's past, shake their heads, but Rino's voice is more or less full of voice:

”no! My husband is suddenly so romantic, like a dream, so moved -- ”

” silly girl! ”

All of a sudden, there was a burning smell. Stand up and give him the flowers. Rino rushed over in a few quick steps:

”ouch, my ribs!”

While adding water, Rino turned around and said, ”honey, don't damage my flowers! Take the dishes and chopsticks, and you can eat them in a moment! ”

Looking at her hair, it seems that she has recovered her memory again, and her face in the desert is also bright: ”OK!”

Potato shreds, coke ribs, made a tomato and egg soup, Rino also mixed a refreshing cold dish, filled with rice, the two people eat:

”honey, try, I use coke ribs! I think it's good to learn from mom! ”

”Well!”

The hot food and the warm taste of home, once empty and cold, can't come back to live once a month, but now in the heart of fengyimo, he has slowly begun to brand the mark of ”home”, just eating and looking at her, even if the sound of gently colliding dishes and chopsticks makes him smile , back home, Jiang Jianshe is huddled in the study, and there are various kinds of busy jobs: