little angel chasing his wife

"Oh oh oh!" I haven't thought about it for long, a strange voice came from behind me with the loud sound of the door being pushed open, "How is it? Where is that person?"

The absolutely joyful tone of voice and the slightly sloppy ending all reveal the state of excitement of its owner.

Ymir let go of his hand, returned to normal and began to take care of his meticulous cuffs.

"Hmm!..." What kind of voice is this?

Out of pure curiosity, I turned my head to look, only to see Sasha shoving a steaming, freshly baked bread into her mouth, and not only that, she was holding a chili sandwich in her other hand, Even if the collar is being grabbed by a man with messy hair and the whole person is hanging in the air, it can't affect her eating.

I looked at the bread, then at the sandwich, with a sense of foreboding.

...What about celebrating? !So is stealing the most important thing? !

I thought of the whole oven of bread, which must have been eaten by now—just by looking at the way Sasha ate, she knew that she had a lot of food.

"Sasha!" Armin's surprised voice said, "What are you eating?"

"When I passed by the kitchen, I saw this creature buried in a pile of bread and devoured it, so I brought her here," the man with messy hair pushed his glasses and looked puzzled, "I remember there was a celebration today, right?" ?”

The entire conference room fell into an eerie silence.

"That... Sasha..." Allen's voice seemed weak, "Did you eat everything you made?"

Sasha tried her best to stuff all the bread in her mouth into her stomach. She breathed a sigh of relief, and when she was about to continue eating the chili sandwich, the man with messy hair took her sandwich and put it in her mouth. Then he showed a look of surprise, "Oh, Sasha, so you know how to make this kind of dessert?"

Sasha watched the man take away her bread with grief on her face, and then she finally landed on the ground, turned around and saw me, and rushed over to hold my hand excitedly, "Master Chef! I don't know your name!"

I pondered for a while, then looked up at her, "Just call me God of Cooking." If this kind of glutton knows my name and won't pester me...

Ymir behind me coughed, but there was a coughing sound from the opposite table.

What's the surprise, haven't you seen others pretending to be aggressive?

So I continued to pretend, "God of Chef can't just make food for people. Sasha, you even ate my food. I'm very unhappy now." He said, "Very angry!"

"Then..." Sasha looked depressed, "Shall I get you a sandwich to quench the fire?"

...Stop the fire! !

"Eve," I felt a cold sweat break out as soon as Ymir said, "Can you think about what you did when Dominic and the others did something wrong?"

According to common sense, Ymir's suggestion is very good...

But I recalled it, and found that when Dominic did something wrong, although he was no longer vicious, he was extremely cunning. I basically had no chance to train him. Derek's eyes were dull three seconds after I spoke. As for Sophie... I dare not scold her, she can't stop crying.

So I tried my best to recall all the details of reprimanding my subordinates, and thinking about it, I felt that I really thought too much.

Why don't I just go back? !

"Hey, Eve?" The messy-haired man called out to me, it seemed that he had finished his sandwich, "You're the little giant's ex-wife?"

"Huh?" I didn't expect this person to ask me this suddenly, and I subconsciously responded.

"Are you good at cooking?" The way he smiled made my hands itch for some reason, "It seems that you raised the little giant well in those few months, right?"

Well... this question... is embarrassing...

I looked across, unexpectedly, Armin and Allen started to pick up the coffee at the same time, looking at their cups in unison.

... There are ghosts.

I stared at both of them for a while.

Armin: "The coffee seems to be bitterer than usual today."

Allen: "I accidentally lost my mind when I was brewing, so I put in more coffee powder."

Armin suddenly realized: "That's it!"

... These two people must have ghosts.

I came to this conclusion, but I still feel a little sad in my heart.

So what if there are ghosts?Alan was literally wary of everything about me during those months.

"He doesn't like to eat what I make." I just said that to the strange man.

"It seems that I haven't introduced myself yet!" The man suddenly clapped his hands excitedly, "I'm Hanji Zoye, and the one opposite with a disgusting smile is Erwin, he is the head of our investigation corps. "

"It's kind of hurtful to say I laugh so disgustingly," Erwin said helplessly.

Levi made a dissatisfied click when Hanji spoke again, "You bastard has four eyes, if you dare to introduce me, I will cut you off."

"Hey, people in their thirties are still shy? Are all old virgins like this?"

I swear, if I was drinking tea now, I would spit out the tea like Alan. Almin, who was separated from him by a person, managed to hold it back, and now he is coughing non-stop.

I looked at it, and for some reason, Hanji was laughing wildly, and Levi's expression on the opposite side didn't change much, but it obviously gave people a bad feeling, and Sasha was still holding my hand with a bright face.

Me: "..." Turning around quickly, "Brother, should we go home?"

Ymir, who was watching the play vigorously, nodded when he heard what I said, "Well, listen to you," he got up and nodded to Erwin, "I hope we can have a good cooperation. It will be arranged as soon as possible."

"Please let me see Lingmei beside Alan within these two days."

I was taken aback by this sentence, there's no way it's really easy to think wrong, but I think Mikasa's face must be not very good-looking.

But it was just a moment of surprise, I had no expectations for such a thing as being by his side.

They've been hurt so deeply, they should never yearn for it, even if they have a chance to touch it, the scene won't be so beautiful.

Sasha watched me, the "God of Cooking", leave with a painful expression. If Han Ji hadn't dragged her away, she would probably rush forward.

"Have a good night." I smiled back at them before getting in the car.

Although I don't know what that smile is, at least it can be regarded as a kind of face.

It's just a relationship, even if it still hurts now, sooner or later it will disappear completely.

Although I still can't avoid thinking about him now, just like when I finally learned about his favorite sandwich flavor and tried to make a delicious chili sandwich, it's a pity that he won't know this either.

It would be good if they all disappeared...Unfortunately, there will always be some traces left behind.

"Ymir, do you still like to eat banana sandwiches?" Sitting in the dark carriage, I looked up at the blurred-faced Ymir.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"I'll cook it for you when I go back."

Ymir's mouth seemed to move.

He must be laughing.

When getting off the carriage, Ymir got out of the carriage first, then turned to help me, "Does Eve want to go to the dance?"

"To be your dance partner?"

"Go?" He smiled softly.

"kindness."

The time for the ball is tomorrow, and I got the dress that day. It was obviously ordered by Ymir early in the morning. It is his usual gorgeous style. Fortunately, our faces can bear this luxurious design.

With the help of the maid, the delicate pearl buckle on the wrist was carefully buttoned. The neckline is a bit low, but I have seen much lower than this, and the whole body was fine until I buckled the gemstone belt. Like a gun strapped around his waist.

I took care of everything with great difficulty, and finally rejected the uncomfortable-looking pannier. I dragged the tail of the dress to Ymir who was waiting in the living room. He looked at me appreciatively, "It looks good, It's a pity that the necklace around your neck is not enough for your eyes."

Although we, as twins, have the same appearance, I never think my eyes are so beautiful, but Ymir sometimes smiles slightly, and the light maroon eyes carry the emotions that people can't see through. kind.

But I never said this to him. Yimir dislikes people saying that he is good-looking.

"That's good." I nodded at him.

They still ride in a carriage. This is a tacit understanding among the nobles. In order to show their dignity, they set a lot of strange rules. Some families will not let their girls out before they are underage. It is unimaginable to have the opportunity to go out for a walk.

Although my father also set some rules for me when I was young, and asked me to learn painting and etiquette, but he always wanted me to go out for a walk, and when he was free, he would take me and Yimir out for an outing , the life of laughing and laughing with Ymir without scruples now seems like a dream.

Soon we arrived at the place of the dance, and it was already dark. Ymir pulled me out from under the carriage, and walked side by side with me to the luxurious building that is no less than our home. It occupies the most central position in this area, right in the middle The house has a pointed roof, a red carpet is laid on the aisle, and torches are placed on both sides. The warm yellow light reflects the ladies and gentlemen passing by, and the laughter and conversation are endless.

The servant at the door announced Ymir's name, and many pairs of eyes looked here immediately.

After all, Ymir's identity is too sensitive.

Ymir said that I don't have to smirk like him, so I just held a fan to symbolically cover the lower half of my face, and by the way, I took some uncomfortable sights, took Ymir's arm, and accompanied him Talked to some princes and nobles, and danced with him when the music was playing. After the dance, Ymir took my hand and led me away from the dance floor. Weidong, told me to play casually, and left.

I don't know anything about Ymir and I don't have much interest in it, and I'm not interested in the dance, but I'm a little hungry, so I walk around the dance on my own.

Just when I found a blueberry cake that looked very good, a strange voice sounded.

"Isn't this Eve?"