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Along the way, Ling Weiran was guessing why Director Liu called him so late.Earlier, Zhu Ba said that he would go with him, but it was already so late, and tomorrow he would continue chopping vegetables and firewood, so Ling Weiran finally asked Zhu Ba to rest early.

The lamp in the kitchen was still burning, and the dim light was so conspicuous in the dark night.

As soon as Ling Weiran entered the kitchen door, he saw Manager Liu looking at him with a sullen face, full of chills.

"How is this going?"

Manager Liu pointed to the firewood that was splashed with water, and asked sharply.

"What's going on here?? I've been chopping firewood all day, and it's all wet. Who is so wicked."

Ling Weiran walked into the pile of firewood and took a double look for confirmation, very angry.How can there be such a person, he has been chopping these firewood all day, and he is so tired that he is about to collapse.

The firewood was obviously piled up in the kitchen, but it didn't rain, and the roof didn't leak.The only thing that can be explained is that someone deliberately poured water on the firewood to make things difficult for him.

"I don't care what's going on. These firewood will be used for Liu Yemei's practice tomorrow, and they are all discarded now. Then you can continue chopping firewood in the kitchen tonight. When will you chop enough firewood for tomorrow? When are you going to rest again.!!"

After Mr. Liu ordered sternly, he turned and left without even looking at the innocence and please look on Ling Weiran's face.

It was late at night, and the entire Chu Mansion gradually fell into darkness and silence.A little light in the kitchen seemed so abrupt.The wind was getting stronger and stronger, mixed with chill, even though the kitchen door was closed, Ling Weiran could still feel it clearly.

After chopping firewood for a while, Ling Weiran still couldn't resist the chill because his body was too weak.

Turning on the stove and boiling hot water, the temperature in the kitchen has risen quite a bit.Ling Weiran looked at the freshly chopped firewood, and couldn't help feeling hopeless, it seemed that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

Although he has to work overtime late at night, Ling Weiran is the only one, so he won't treat himself badly.Anyway, he had to chop firewood all night, so Ling Weiran was in no hurry.

So after chopping firewood in the middle of the night, Ling Weiran did it himself, using the materials in the kitchen to make a supper for himself.It would be nice to have a bottle of beer right now, but he hasn't had one in a long time.

But his technique is really not very good, and the taste of his cooking is very ordinary.Ling Weiran despised his own cooking skills, it seems that he is really good at making biscuits, and nothing else. . .

If it was in the past, he would definitely not dislike the meals he cooked by himself.But now, he has spent so long in the Chu Mansion, and every meal he eats is delicious. Once a gap is formed, it will be difficult to adapt.So Ling Weiran just took a bite of the food he made and pushed it aside with a sneer.

'It's better to finish chopping firewood early and go back to sleep. '

Ling Weiran was talking to himself, the little mood of wanting to have a supper disappeared after the unpalatable meal he made himself.

It seemed that after chopping for a long time, Ling Weiran's arm gradually became numb.I don't know if it's the soreness or the pain, the beaded sweat is sticking to the cheeks and the neck is slowly falling, even if the stove is not lit at this moment, Ling Weiran doesn't feel cold anymore.

Perhaps the beads of sweat couldn't be wiped away, so Ling Weiran simply stopped wiping and concentrated on chopping firewood.He could go to bed earlier after finishing the chopping earlier, and the drowsiness in his mind kept urging him to finish the work quickly.Fortunately, there is only a little left.Just try a little harder.

Suddenly a strange feeling came, there was a cloth towel on his forehead wiping away the sweat.It was only then that Ling Weiran noticed a pair of feet appeared within sight, and looked up at the person who was wiping him, Ling Weiran couldn't sit still.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Ling Weiran looked at Chu Weizhi who was wearing loose clothes in front of him, with his bare chest, consciously or unconsciously reminding Ling Weiran of what happened in the bath.

"Suddenly I was hungry, so I came to find something to eat. Why are you still chopping firewood so late?"

"Oh, the firewood chopped today may be soaked. I need to use it tomorrow, so I have to process it tonight."

As Ling Weiran said, he lowered his head and continued chopping firewood, avoiding Chu Weizhi's revealing eyes. He didn't have so much confidence in his heart to look at Chu Weizhi for a long time.

"Wet? Huh---did you do all of this?"

Chu Weizhi saw the food on the side, the portions were quite large, but the color and taste were not satisfactory.

"Ah, these... I made them."

Ling Weiran felt that he was ashamed again, his face was flushed and he concealedly packed the food.He knew the taste of the food, if Chu Wei tasted it, he would have to find a crack in the ground to get in? ! !

"There's no need to clean up. I'm just hungry. Just eat these."

What did he really want, Ling Weiran really wanted to slap himself, why did he prepare these things on a whim just now? ? ?

"These are not tasty."

"It's okay, you did it. If it doesn't taste good, eat a little."

A wisp of wind escaped into the kitchen inadvertently, blowing across Ling Weiran's hot cheeks.Why did he feel that Chu Weizhi suddenly became gentle when speaking, and his eyes were full of love and compassion?

Is the man he loves willing to respond to him?

Chu Weizhi and the man kept overlapping in Ling Weiran's mind in a vague way. It's unknown whether Ling Weiran couldn't tell the two apart, or fell into Chu Weizhi's tenderness.Now the silence between the two is like a young couple, only touching each other with eyes full of love.

A drop of sweat flowed from Ling Weiran's cheek, across his porcelain-white neck, and down his thin collarbone, and Chu was so impressed that he almost couldn't help it.

"Wipe it off with this."

Ling Weiran took the cloth towel, feeling even more embarrassed.

This man he wanted to avoid with all his heart, why did he feel a little tempted after meeting tonight? ? ?

'Because they look the same. '

Consoling himself, Ling Weiran found an excuse for himself, and after suppressing that unbelievable thought, the turmoil in his heart calmed down.

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