Chapter 182: May I live for you

Out of Min Yulin's collection room, Huang Jingxian was ready for dinner and greeted Yang Zimei over to eat.
Faced with the kind invitation, Yang Zimei was not good enough to quit, so she sat down at the dining table.
Looking at the table full of delicious meals, Yang Zi's forefinger moved, and he felt hunger.
Although the Min family was rich, she did not see a helper, so she thought that the table was made by Huang Jingxian.
Just wanting to admire, but saw Min Qinghua around the apron holding out a dish of vegetables from the inside.
He was wearing a dark blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, a beige apron, an IKEA and elegant look, and Yang Zimei wanted to swallow a bit.
No doubt, Min Qinghua looks very charming and sexy.
He put down the dish, Huang Jingxian was behind him, helped him undress the apron, the two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes were harmonious and warm.
Yang Zimei was envious again--
In a person's life, no matter how many pictures there are, they are not as neat and tidy as a family. Husband and wife are harmonious, loving each other, and having fun.
She looked at Min Gang again.
Min Gang was looking at her, and his dark eyes had a different kind of affection, as if he was telling him that he was willing to cook for him and to do everything for her.
In the last life, he was the supreme prince, and she never blended him with the smell of fireworks.
At that time, she was fantasizing every day. If she could be with Min Gang, she would do everything for him, serve him delicious, drink and sleep, and make him comfortable and happy.
Now, Min Gang has this thought.
If she was still the last-born and unhelpful Yang Zimei, she would not be able to sit with him in any way.
It turns out that in order to get the height of love, you have to make yourself high.

After eating, Yang Zimei took the box of Centennial Ginseng and resigned to go home.
Min Qinghua offered to take her back with a trolley, but she refused.
Not far from here to her house, she didn't want to trouble him, the bigger reason was that she didn't want to be alone with him, fearing that it would destroy something.
"I'll send you by bike!"
Min Gang had launched his blue bicycle long ago, and said with pleasure.
Yang Zimei shook her head. "I'll walk on my own."
"Is it because of him?"
"Um." Yang Zi nodded, knowing that what he was talking about was Long Zhutian.
"you like him?"
Yang Zi smiled with a frown and didn't answer because she didn't know how to answer the question.
Long Zhutian, like a brutal knife, forcibly intervened in her life, which caused her to shake Min Gang's emotions.
Thinking of the name, her heart beat faster, and she was so eager to go back to see him lying on his bed with a wicked look on her face and leaning her against his arm.
Watching her eyes suddenly waved somehow, Min Gang's heart was sore again, no more to say, sent her to the door and watched her gradually go to the back in a daze.
"Xiao Gang--"
Huang Jingxian stepped out, and saw her son's face utterly lost.
"Mom--" Min Gang called back, with a hint of grievance in his tone.
Huang Jingxian reached out and rubbed his shoulder. "Xiao Gang, Xiao Mei is not a girl you can reach. Think of her as a dream. Don't hold too much hope."
Huang Jingxian thought that on the rooftop, Yang Zimei's finger would let the fly die, and the magical ability of the cuckoo's withering was full of awe. Therefore, she didn't want her son to be too close to her and hurt her.
"I know." Min Gang replied, looking up.