"I'll wash, I'll wash."
Lin Motong hurriedly said, "I'm already very grateful for your help in collecting it, you don't need to do other things, you go up and rest, I'll clean up this place myself." ” "Lin Motong's more than a dozen helpers in the kitchen, I can use you" Ming Ye glanced at her unhappily, snatched the apron she had just taken, and threw it aside.
"But they are all serving you, young master, this is the battlefield I made, I will clean it up myself, and it doesn't take much effort."
Lin Motong asked himself if he had not yet reached the time when he needed to be taken care of by others.
Tomorrow night, Leng strode to the electric switch, stretched out his hand and pulled the electric switch, and said, "Wash it if you like." ” The kitchen was completely plunged into darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers, let alone washing the dishes, Lin Motong couldn't even see where the dishes were.
"Okay."
She had no choice but to walk towards the door in the dark, holding on to her stomach, afraid that she would fall or bump into it.
In the darkness, a big warm hand reached out to her, took her hand, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.
Lin Motong knew that it was a cold night, and after becoming familiar with his taste, even if it was a very slight movement of him, she would not admit it at all.
He grabbed her, which made Lin Motong's heart flustered, and it beat very hard.
This reminded her of the night when there was a war in country C, and in that night, she also met such a man, and she and he held hands with each other to escape from the alley.
She never forgot the warmth of that night, he said he would come back to her, and she never forgot it.
Tomorrow night was cold and silent, and he also remembered the girl, the girl who had inspired him to escape from the dead line, and he promised her that he would definitely go back to find her.
But he broke his promise, for he never knew what her name was or where she lived.
He had thought that if he went to her right away, he would be able to find her.
Unexpectedly, he was injured in the war, and he lay in the hospital bed for a whole year, and when he woke up, she had already heard from her.
Tomorrow Night was cold and silent, and sent Lin Motong back to the room.
"Thank you, young master."
Lin Motong retracted his hand and thanked him softly.
Tomorrow night's cold thoughts are elsewhere, nodding lightly, but there is always something in the bottom of my heart, which has not been filled.
Lin Motong closed the door.
He stood in the hallway, the inductive street lights slowly turned off, and in the dark night, everything was silent, silent, silent, and stood quietly against the wall even in the cold of tomorrow night.
Lin Motong returned to the room, tossing and turning about the things in the alley, and finally, he slowly fell asleep.
A sleepless night, a rare sweet sleep.
The next day, Lin Motong got up in the morning and walked to the kitchen, Aunt Qin smiled and said, "Hitomi, get up" "Hmm.
Aunt Qin is embarrassed, I used the kitchen last night, and I didn't clean it up.
Lin Motong said apologetically.
Aunt Qin smiled: "What's the matter, how is your stomach, is there anything uncomfortable?"
"It's alright."
Lin Motong said with a smile.
Aunt Qin looked at the place at the door of the kitchen, and was a little surprised: "Young Master Hai, why did you come here, this is not the place where you young masters came." ” Ding Hai, as Ming Yeleng's henchman, that is, half of the master, is naturally also a young master, he appeared in the kitchen, but it was the first time, no wonder even Aunt Qin was shocked. aa2705221: