when an angel falls in love with a devil

"Xue'er still loves you, as long as you ask her, she will stay" Qiangzi didn't want them to miss each other.

"I... can't say it..." Zeyang said helplessly.

"What's hard to say, or, if you treat me as Xue'er, tell me first"

Zeyang looked at Qiangzi, "If Xue'er grows up to be like you, I'd rather die!"

"You are disgusted for helping you," Qiangzi said dissatisfied.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself." Zeyang knew that it was a bit too much for him to say that.

"Then think about it, I'm hungry, go out to eat a bowl of noodles" Qiangzi stood up and said.

"Wait!" Hearing what Qiangzi said, Zeyang suddenly remembered what Xue'er said.

"Are you hungry too? Let's go together!"

"Come here." Zeyang pulled Qiangzi into the living room.

"You can't be so hungry"

"Sit down" Zeyang ordered.

"Why? You want to cook it for me" Qiangzi said with a smile.

"Yes, just wait!" Ze Yang pulled up his sleeves.

"You cook? Really or not?" Qiangzi looked flattered.

After a busy meal in the kitchen, Zeyang brought out a bowl of noodles.

"Are you sure you can eat this?" Qiangzi asked looking at a bowl of dark things.

"This is tomato egg noodles, don't you know?" Zeyang said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I really didn't see it." Qiangzi looked at the bowl of noodles in fear.

"Eat it while it's hot," Zeyang said excitedly.

"I eat?" Qiangzi said in surprise.

"What a waste of time, should I eat it!"

"Why don't you eat the noodles you cooked?" Qiangzi felt that Zeyang was teasing him.

"Now I am a chef, of course you are the one who eats it"

"If you cook like this, you are still a chef!"

"Why are you so wordy, eat quickly!" Zeyang said impatiently.

"Someone puts swords in their arms for my brother, but I test my face for my brother," Qiangzi said tragically.

"You are exaggerating, this is not poison"

"Okay, I ate it." Qiangzi took a mouthful tremblingly, and immediately spit it out.

"What's the matter? How does it taste?" Zeyang asked anxiously.

"This noodle is too bitter. This is the worst noodle I've ever eaten in my life." After Qiangzi spat out the noodle, he still felt his mouth was so bitter.

"Bitter? How can it be bitter?" Zeyang said in wonder.

"Everything is mushy, how can it not be bitter!" Qiangzi has been drinking water desperately.

"Oh, then don't eat it, I'll cook another bowl!" Zeyang couldn't believe that he couldn't cook a bowl of delicious noodles.

"No need..." Before Qiangzi finished speaking, Ze Yang was busy in the kitchen again.Qiangzi shook his head, feeling the urge to cry.

Unknowingly, it was already dawn.Ze Yang didn't know how many bowls of noodles he cooked, and Qiang Zi didn't know how many bowls he tried.Finally, under Qiangzi's repeated pleading, Zeyang was forced to stop cooking noodles.

Qiangzi returned to the next door exhausted physically and mentally. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a group of subordinates bowing their heads to eat.

"Brother Qiang, have you had your breakfast? Would you like me to make a bowl of noodles for you?" one of the subordinates said courteously.

As soon as Qiangzi heard the word face, he couldn't help rushing into the bathroom and vomited wildly.

No one outside knew what happened to Qiangzi.After a while, I heard Qiangzi yelling in the bathroom: "In half a year, whoever mentions this word in front of me, I will kill him!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'll go out later, and if I see someone still eating noodles, I'll throw him downstairs!" Qiangzi yelled frantically.

When those people heard it, they took their bowls and hid in the room like a swarm.

After Qiangzi came out, he saw that the living room was empty.He was lying on the sofa weakly, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.Looking back on the interview last night, it really made him feel like life would be worse than death. ． ． ． ． ．

Xue'er just took out the key and wanted to open the door, but when she thought that this room and the owner of this room had nothing to do with her in the future, she rang the doorbell.

Zeyang thought it was Qiangzi, walked over, opened the door, and saw Xueer.

"Don't you have the key?" Zeyang felt a little strange.

"Here you are" Xueer handed the key to Zeyang.

Zeyang looked at the key in his hand, feeling very sad.

Seeing that Ze Yang didn't speak, Xue'er turned around and walked towards the room.

"Wait..." Zeyang took Xueer's hand.

"Anything else?" Cher asked coldly.

"Come here." Zeyang pulled Xue'er into the living room and sat down.

Xue'er didn't know what Ze Yang wanted to do, but after a while, she saw that Ze Yang seemed to be cooking in the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Zeyang put a bowl of noodles in front of Xueer.Xue'er looked up at Ze Yang, and saw her face flushed.

"Hurry up," Ze Yang said with a smile.

Xue'er looked at the noodles in front of her, and remembered what she said to Ze Yang before: "If you can cook a bowl of noodles for me one day, I will be satisfied."

"Is it because I didn't cook well?" Zeyang asked worriedly.

Xue'er shook her head, took a bite, tears immediately dripped into the bowl.

"Don't eat it if it's too bad, I'll cook another bowl." As soon as Zeyang stood up, he felt a little dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Xue'er quickly stood up and supported Zeyang.

"It's okay." Zeyang only felt that his eyes were dark.

"Are you sick?" Xueer asked with concern.

Zeyang remained silent, and looked up at Xue'er, the woman she missed day and night.Thinking that Xue'er would leave her after snowing, her heart ached like a knife.

"Then I'm going to pack my things." Seeing Zeyang's painful eyes, Xue'er was afraid that she would soften her heart, so she ran away quickly.

"Don't..." Zeyang cried and pulled Xue'er into his arms.