"Go and wash your hands, I'll serve the rice." She walked towards the kitchen with a warm smile.

Xu Du's heart was swollen, and he had never experienced this feeling of swelling and pain in his life. He thought he would never feel this way in his life.

But at this moment, he feels that it will happen in the future.

As long as she is here, there will be.

After washing his hands in the bathroom and coming out, the people in the kitchen hadn't come out yet. He was about to go in and take a look when he saw her touching a bowl of steaming noodles with her hands and walking out cautiously.

Because I was unskilled, the porcelain bowl was a little hot, and Sleeve Long's white fingers seemed to be dancing on it, but he held it tightly and steadily.

Xu Du walked over quickly and accepted, "I'll do it."

It's longevity noodles, with two half-cut soft-boiled eggs garnished on top. It doesn't look pretty, but it has the sense of ceremony and sincerity it deserves.

Xu Du put the noodles on the dining table, then looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, "You made them all?"

"Yeah" is a little shy, because her cooking skills are really average, the presentation is okay, but the taste is average, she has tasted it.

Xu Duyou took the bowls and chopsticks from her hands and placed them on the table. You pulled out the chair, pushed her down, and then pulled the chair close to her and sat down.

"I have never celebrated my birthday since I was a child because my mother died in childbirth when I was born."

"Because my father loved my mother deeply, he felt that he had lost his true love because of my birth. He only had hatred for me and no love for me."

"But he can't live up to what my mother told him before she died. She must love me well and raise her up with her love."

"In this love and hate, he struggled painfully. He celebrated my birthday for the first time when I was three years old, but on his way to pick up the cake, he died in a car accident."

"Even if there hadn't been that car accident, he still wanted to follow my mother, because he had already written a suicide note and explained everything, including taking sleeping pills."

When he said these words, he was very quiet and his tone did not fluctuate much, as if he was telling someone else's story in an understatement.

But she knew that he was not incapable of pain, nor was he emotionless, nor was he cold-blooded.

It's because he has never known warmth or cold, and has never received sincere love and welcome. He has sealed himself off and built a wall alone with copper and iron walls to be his strongest heart, so that he will not get hurt.

She held his hand tenderly and gave him all her warmth, letting him know that she was always there, that he was not alone, and that she would always be there in the future.

His eyes are very beautiful, and when he looks at people tenderly, he is pious and charming. "Xixi, will you spend every birthday with me in the future?"

"Okay." He nodded tenderly, with light and him in his eyes.

"Eat the noodles first, otherwise it will be lumpy." Wenqing asked him to eat the noodles first, and then eat other things.

"Okay." Xu Du nodded, picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite under her eyes. "It's delicious."

In fact, it wasn't delicious. The noodles were not soft yet, a little hard, and there was no salt, but he thought it was better than all the delicacies in the world.

She smiled, her tears were filled with starlight, and her pear vortex was filled with sweet wine.

Because it was too late, and neither of them had eaten dinner, they were both hungry and had basically finished the three dishes and one soup.

She had finished the bowl of longevity noodles, including the soup and water, and she was worried that he would overeat.

After the meal, Wenqing made a pot of scented tea for him to digest. She didn't take out the cake, thinking of taking it out to eat in another hour.

Xu Du rested with her on the sofa for half an hour, and then went upstairs to take a shower. For a germophobe, he had endured it for two hours from the time he entered the nest to the present, which was already the limit.

He charged his mobile phone and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Wenqing still paused the TV and went to the kitchen to rinse the dishes in the sink in the dishwasher, wipe them dry and put them back in the cupboard.

The mobile phone that automatically shuts down when the battery is out of power will automatically turn on after charging. Ding dong ding dong ding dong are three messages from an unknown sender.

Xu Du wiped his hair with a dry towel, freed up a hand, picked up the phone on the table, unlocked it and opened the message.

Article 1: I am Jiang Qiqi.

Article 2: The safety buckle of the Great Buddha Temple cannot be obtained by paying money. Xixi climbed for more than two hours from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, knelt down in front of the Buddha and knitted it. After being confirmed by the master, it was consecrated before giving it to you.

If you ask for a piece, if you dare to let her down, Buddha will not let you go.

Article 3: She doesn’t know how to cook. She has burns on her arms and under her neck. Remember to give her medicine and don’t let her wounds touch hot water these days!

The light stung my eyes and made them feel sore and hot.

"elder brother."

"Yeah." He raised his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the door.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Wenqing opened the door and walked in. She looked at his red eyes, as if he was suppressing something.

He turned off the phone and put it on the table again, then raised his hand and grabbed the dry towel on his head, rubbing/wiping it randomly. "When I just took a shower, it touched the water."

Wenqing walked to him, stepped on her feet and grabbed his hand, "Then I will help you wipe your hair. Can you sit down?"

"Yeah." Xu Du gave him the towel, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wenqing stood between his slightly open legs. He was very tall even when he was sitting. She stood taller than him and could clearly see the whirlpools of hair on his head. Only then did he realize that he had two whirlpools.

"You..." There were two whirlpools who were about to say, but were startled by his sudden movement.

Xu Du suddenly reached out behind her, hugged her waist tightly with his hands, and pressed his face against her soft and flat belly.

"What's wrong with you?" Wenqing was stunned for a moment, and she could feel that his mood was a little strange.

"It's nothing, I just feel so comfortable." Xu Du.

Wenqing blushed for a second, then smiled "Yeah" and let him hold her, gently wiping his half-dried hair with a towel.

"Okay." Wenqing touched his slightly thick/hard hair, and her palms felt a little itchy.

"Yeah." But he didn't move, nor did he loosen his hold on her waist.

Wenqing felt that he looked a bit like a coquettish child. She was amused by the description that came out of her heart, and patted him gently behind her.

"Are you tired?" Warmth.

"Yeah." Xu Du closed his eyes and buried his face in her belly. Her breath was all filled with her scent. It smelled very good and could easily calm her impetuous heart.

If it weren't for her, this day would be just an ordinary working day for him.

"Then hurry up and change your clothes and go to bed." Wenqing frowned slightly, thinking that when he came back from Guangdong City, he immediately went to a neighboring city for a business trip, and then rushed back the same day, just because he was there.

The time alone on the road is already very tiring, not to mention that he goes to work and has meetings, without any rest time at all.

"Yeah" he still responded without making any move. Wen Qing sounded very distressed, and let him just hold her and close his eyes to rest.

After about another ten minutes, he straightened up, looked up at her, and then loosened his hold on her waist. He took her left hand and pulled it with one hand while pulling open her sleeve with the other. Sure enough, she was burned.

Already.

There was a hot red wound as big as a coin on my wrist. You can imagine the pain when you look at it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" It made my eyes even more painful and red.

He freed up one hand, opened the drawer on the side, and took some ointment out of it. With the other hand, he turned her body around hard, pushed her to sit on her left leg, and then passed his arms behind her.

He hugged her and unscrewed the cap of the ointment.

Wenqing was held in his arms. First, he found the wound, which made her feel guilty and uneasy. Then, she was frightened to death by his quiet and slightly cold tone of voice and felt a little overwhelmed.

"I've already taken the medicine, it doesn't hurt, really." In order to show that she didn't say anything, she added an affirmative tone.

"You are not allowed to cook anymore." She took a cotton swab and gently applied the transparent plaster on it. The slightly cool stinging and painful sensation made her skin beat subconsciously, and she understood slightly.

Just this moment showed that she was lying when she said it didn't hurt. With a little consciousness, she bit her lip tenderly, looked away, and didn't dare to move anymore, letting him apply a thick layer of plaster.

"You can't do it to me, just this time." He would never allow her to get hurt again for her sake.

"Did you hear that?" When he received no response, Xu Du raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

"Yeah, I heard it." Warmth.

"Don't be angry..." She gently pulled his clothes with a coquettish tone.

"Not angry." He was angry with himself. She prepared a birthday gift for him with all her heart and soul, cooked for herself and cooked longevity noodles, but he didn't know anything and even made her hurt.

After he finished painting his arms, he gently lowered her sleeves, then raised his head and raised his hand to slightly open her collar. Sure enough, there was a small red spot as big as the cover of his little finger, and his eyes trembled.

He continued to apply scalding cream on her without saying a word.

Wenqing didn't know how he knew, and she was a little afraid of him being like this. She obviously only told Qiqi and Lingling, could it be them.

"Did Qiqi or Lingling tell you?" Wenqing guessed it. Qiqi and the others knew her best and reported good news but not bad news.

It seems that they are the only two people who can find his contact information without fear of offending anyone.

"Jiang Qiqi." Xu Du responded while applying it.

"Does it hurt? Don't touch the water these days." He would give her the medicine and remember to apply it. "It won't leave any scars."

She loves beauty so much, even if she doesn't say it, he knows it.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Warmth.

"Don't lie to me, tell me the truth." Xu Du threw the cotton swab into the trash can, twisted the ointment in place, held her chin and looked up into her eyes.

Her warm heart suddenly softened and relaxed, and she nodded honestly and said, "Well, it hurts a little bit."

It's really just a little bit, the painful time has passed.

"Xi Xi." Xu Du.
To be continued...