Jin Zeming took a sip of red wine and replied lightly, "Is this difficult?" ”

"Hehe......" Luo Xingchen remembered that last time in his house, she only made an instant noodle meal, and turned his kitchen into a battlefield.

So, embarrassedly smirked.

"Hmmm! Last time I was at your house, it was the first time I went into the kitchen to cook and eat, so ...... It's embarrassing. She didn't even dare to call her own dishes.

Then garbage, it can only be called a thing.

"For the first time?" Jin Zeming elegantly cut the steak, "It's my first time cooking today. ”

Then, he raised his eyes to stare at her, and gave her a disgusted look for herself.

"Really? The difference is so big......" Luo Xingchen shook his head and sighed.

After eating, she felt that she had nothing to contribute, so she offered to wash the dishes herself.

Jin Zeming ignored her, cleaned up the table, and put the dinner plate in the dishwasher, "Miss Luo, a pig is smarter than a monkey, and he died before he could compare, do you know the cause of death?" ”

Luo Xingchen's eyes widened, how did the pig die?

Isn't it stupid?

This man turned around and despised her intelligence!

Jin Zeming...... You're stupid......" In the kitchen, her angry and anxious voice rang out.

She lunged at him, pinching and twisting his arm to vent her frustration.

She Luo Xingchen used to be the daughter of Meichuang Group, why did she make her particularly stupid since she met him?

He seems to be able to control all the impossible, including her joy, her anger, her sorrow, her joy......

The night was silent, and the mountains and forests were very quiet.

Luo Xingchen came out of the kitchen and saw a saxophone on the wall of the living room, "Jin Zeming, can you play the saxophone?" ”

"No!" He replied crisply, striding out onto the terrace.

Luo Xingchen looked at his back, then at the saxophone on the wall, stepped forward to take it off and held it in his hand.

On the terrace, the evening breeze is cool, and the European-style small wind lamps under the eaves of the verandah flicker warmly.

Jin Zeming sat on a comfortable lounge sofa, his feet lazily and casually resting on the wooden railing, and the cigarette he had been lit in his hand.

"Don't come here, it smells of smoke." He heard familiar footsteps and said.

Luo Xingchen stopped, but quickly walked to his side, squatted down and stuffed the saxophone into his arms, "Play a tune, I'll listen to it." ”

The cigarette was clamped on Jin Zeming's right hand, and Luo Xingchen happened to be squatting on his right. He quickly changed the cigarette to his left hand and straightened his arm to keep the cigarette away from her.

"No, it won't." He repeated faintly.

"How is that possible? Who would put an instrument in the house that they don't know. ”

"Decorative." His tone was still flat.

"Jin Zeming, I really want to hear it," Luo Xingchen hugged his arm flatteringly, and his face was pressed up, "Please!" ”

Since he was a child, Luo Xingchen has felt that the man who plays the saxophone is very handsome.

They are always dressed in clean and neat black shirts, and in the dark night, their thin and sexy lips are gently reeded. With his eyes slightly closed, he leaned forward and elegantly used the saxophone to tell the tenderness and lingering of his heart.

When she was studying, she begged her mother to allow her to learn to play the saxophone.

But he was rejected by his mother on the grounds that the saxophone is a man's instrument.

So where the plot is for so many years, how could she let Jin Zeming go so easily?