Chapter 182 I Am Willing to Spend My Life for You

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Going out of Min Yulin's collection room, Huang Jingxian had already prepared dinner, and greeted Yang Zimei to come over for dinner.

In the face of the warm invitation, Yang Zimei was not easy to refuse, so she sat down at the table.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Yang Zimei moved her index finger and felt hungry.

Although the Min family was rich, she did not see a single helper, so she thought that Huang Jingxian cooked this table.

Just as he was about to admire, he saw Min Qinghua wearing an apron and holding a plate of vegetables.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt with rolled up sleeves and an off-white apron. He looked both IKEA and refined, making Yang Zimei want to swallow.

There is no doubt that such Min Qinghua looks very charming and sexy.

He put down the dishes, and Huang Jingxian was behind him, helping him untie the apron. The two smiled at each other, their eyes harmonious and warm.

Yang Zimei was envious again-

In one's life, no matter how many pictures, it is not as good as a neat and tidy family, a harmonious husband and wife, loving each other, and happy.

She looked at Min Gang again.

Min Gang was looking at her, his dark pupils had a different kind of affection, as if he was telling her that he was also willing to cook for him and would do everything for her.

In the last life, he was a prince aloof, and she never melted him and the smell of fireworks into one.

At that time, she fantasized every day that if she could be with Min Gang, she would do everything for him, serve him to eat, drink, sleep, and make him comfortable and happy.

Now, Min Gang has this idea.

If she was still the ignorant and helpless Yang Zimei in the previous life, she and he would never sit together.

It turned out that if you want to get the height of love, you must let yourself have a height.

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After eating, Yang Zimei also took the box of 100-year-old ginseng to leave to go home.

Min Qinghua offered to take her back in a car, but she refused.

Not far from here to her house, she didn't want to trouble him, and the bigger reason was that she didn't want to be alone with him, for fear of breaking something.

"I'll take you on a bicycle!"

Min just rolled out his blue bicycle and said happily.

Yang Zimei shook his head, "I walked by myself."

"Is it because of him?"

"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded, knowing that he was talking about Long Zhutian.

"you like him?"

Yang Zimei pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't answer, because she didn't know how to answer this question.

Long Zhutian, like a tyrannical knife, forcibly inserted into her life, causing her feelings for Min Gang to be shaken.

Thinking of this name, her heart beat faster, and she longed to go back to see him lying on her bed with an evil face, leaning herself on his arm.

Seeing her eyes suddenly rippling with some kind of turbulence, Min Gang's heart became sour for a while, and he said no more, sent her to the door, and watched her gradually move away from her back in a daze.

"Little Gang-"

Huang Jingxian came out and saw her son's face was lost, and called out lovingly and softly.

"Mom—" Min Gang called back, with a hint of aggrieved loss in his tone.

Huang Jingxian put her arm around his shoulder, "Xiaogang, Xiaomei is not a girl you can touch, just treat her as a dream, don't hold too much hope."

Huang Jingxian thought that on the rooftop, Yang Zimei would let the flies die with just one finger, and the magical ability of the cuckoo withered was full of awe for her. Therefore, she did not want her son to get too close to her and be hurt.

"I know." Min Gang lowered his eyes and replied.

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