C1 He does not love her

"Gulp …"

The steam clanged against the lid of the wok.

Reaching out with his hand, he opened the lid of the pot. For a moment, the entire kitchen was steaming hot. Su Qian Di's eyes narrowed as she looked at the soft and sticky red sugar lotus roots in the wok.

His light gray eyes flashed with a trace of sorrow, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He wiped his hands on his apron and placed the freshly cooked dishes on the table.

The sky had already turned white.

Having not slept for the entire night, he cooked the dishes on the table.

Footsteps came from the entrance. He's here!

Pulling on his tie, he frowned deeply, his pitch-black eyes filled with impatience. This was how he always looked when he returned home. It seemed that coming back was just suffering.

Su Dripping walked over and reached out to help him undress. He was wearing a suit jacket with gold embossed cuffs, which he took and placed on a hanger. Then he squatted down and helped him remove his shoes.

Lowering his eyes, his thick eyelashes slightly moved, casting a small arc, and he pursed his lips, "You're back, you're hungry, right? I cooked a whole table of food and ate it while it was still hot. "

The man's body stiffened. He stood there motionlessly, allowing Su Qian to serve him as he pleased. However, the coldness in his eyes was enough to shatter the warmth in front of him.

To him, it was nothing but suffering.

For nine years, every day was torture.

The gentler this woman was, the more she reminded him. His relationship with her was only exchanged through a contract.

He placed the soft slippers at the man's feet and raised his head. The facial features under the light was like a corpse soaked in formalin.

She was not blind, so how could she not know what men were thinking?

She loved him. Love for eleven years.

He was madly in love. He even thought of the term that would contain this lunatic.

The most ridiculous thing was that she actually did it.

At that time, the Leng Clan was in economic crisis. The Leng Clan came to ask for help from the Su Clan. She did not even think about asking her father for help. She wanted a single person, and that was Leng Ziming.

She watched as the man's twinkling eyes slowly turned gray and her lips trembled. Then, she wrote down her name on that piece of paper.

This was a contract, but it was actually Leng Ziming's indenture contract.

The Leng family was saved, but the dispute between Su shui and Leng Ziming began.

For nine years, men never returned until the middle of the night because she had said she would go home every day. But he never ate at home. It was just a hotel. It was a cage that had to be returned.

It had been she who had restrained his freedom for nine years.

She had taken advantage of his dignity to obtain this marriage.

She knew better than anyone that he did not love her.

She stood up and took the briefcase from the man. She was still gentle as she said, "Let's eat first." There have been a lot of things happening in the company recently, right? You've lost weight. "

Leng Ziming stretched out his hand to touch it, but immediately dodged it.

He dodged like a snake or a scorpion.

Her light gray eyes instantly darkened, and she forced a smile, "Look, what delicious food did I make?"

His deep gaze swept past Su Qian's thin shoulder and landed on the table. Leng Ziming's expression turned savage. "Su Qian Yao, when are you going to let me go?"

Gritting his teeth.

Su Qinghai turned his head and looked at the dishes on the table. All of these dishes had come from her hands, and each of them was his favorite dish. He smiled.

But as he laughed, he began to cry.

Nine years, even a stone should be warm.

But Leng Ziming was just a cold stone that couldn't cover up the heat. He hated her, or rather, he hated her.

Nine years, how many years had he lived?

Su shui pulled the corner of her mouth and wiped away her tears. Her long eyelashes were stained with tears.

She knew that Leng Ziming would not care whether she cried or not. However, in front of the person you love, every woman wants to be perfect.

Su Qingshui was just an ordinary woman.

"These are all things that you like to eat …"

Before he could finish his words, Leng Ziming stepped forward and swept all the items on the table to the floor.