An hour later, Qiao Wei, who finally packed up and got off work, drove to the door of Rong's house.

Perhaps Rong Heng informed Mrs. Rong, and Mrs. Rong said hello to the booth again. When her car arrived, the booth looked at the license plate and let her go directly.

Qiao Wei had not set foot in this place for a long time, and was unable to recover for a moment. The car moved forward quickly and stopped at the front of the Rong family's main entrance.

Xu Tingrong happened to stand at the gate and looked out. When she saw her car, Xu Tingrong immediately stepped forward quickly. After seeing Qiao Weiwei, she immediately laughed, "Yiwei, you're here."

Facing Xu Tingrong, Qiao Yiu was always a little embarrassed. After all, she was the one who once called "Mom" so affectionately, but now she really didn't know what to call her.

It is too unfamiliar to call "Auntie", and she can't open her mouth when she calls "Mom".

Therefore, Qiao Yiu just got out of the car in a hurry and whispered: "I just got off work and happened to have a phone call with Rong Heng..."

Xu Tingrong just held her with one hand and said, "Of course it's important to do it, but Rong Jun doesn't know what's going on. I have no choice but to ask Rong Heng to find you."

"What's wrong with him?" Qiao Yiu couldn't help asking.

Xu Tingrong pulled her into the door and said, "You go to the kitchen to see it yourself. The chefs at home have been tossing for two days. They are all scared by him. Let me complain. I can just take care of him..."

As Xu Tingrong said, she pushed Qiao Yi in the direction of the kitchen.

Over the years, the layout of the Rong family has not changed at all. Qiao Wei followed the familiar direction and path he once knew, slowly walked to the kitchen door, and saw the familiar figure in the kitchen at a glance.

Rong Jun was standing in front of the fire, holding a pot in one hand and a shovel in the other, frowning and frowning something.

Li Xingwen, an old chef who has served the Rong family for many years, was sitting on a stool next to the cooking table, closing his eyes and dozing off his head bit by bit.

Soon, Rong Jun turned off the fire and directly placed the plate of freshly released dishes in front of Li Xingwen, "Uncle Li, try the dishes."

Li Xingwen suddenly woke up, picked up the chopsticks with a look of indifference, tasted the dish in front of him, and immediately gave him a thumbs up, "It's delicious! Great progress! It's successful!"

Rong Jun just looked at him. When Li Xingwen finished performing, he picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, and looked at Li Xingwen directly and said, "This is also called success? It's completely different from what you do!"

"Young Master!" Li Xingwen was really helpless, "How many times have I told you, how many New Year's Eve dinner I have cooked, how long have you cooked, can that compare?"

"I can't compare even if I can't compare!" Rong Jun said, "I don't believe it. I can't even do such a crab."

"Young Master, you are a talented person. You have to keep your abilities and energy to do big things!" Li Xingwen said with great thoughts, "Where are you doing these things in the kitchen? Don't try hard?"

"No." Rong Jun had already turned around and stood in front of the fire again, "I said that if I can't cook this dish well, I won't leave this kitchen."

"Why is it so stubborn?" Li Xingwen said, "Your wife may not be pointing at your stutter - she wants to eat at any time, can I just go and make it for her at any time?"

Rong Jun did not answer him again, and turned around and knocked the egg seriously.

Li Xingwen sighed helplessly, then sat back on the chair and fell asleep.

Rong Jun beat the eggs again, lit the fire again, and put the washed pot back on the fire, but suddenly he accidentally touched the hot pot edge.

He bounced two steps in an instant, reached out and saw that there was another burn on his arm.

However, in just two days, there were countless burns of different degrees and shapes on his palms, backs, and arms, so he was already immune.

Turning on the cold water faucet, Rong Jun randomly put his hand under the cold water and washed it for a while, and then continued to study his own crab racing.

Qiao Yi stood quietly at the kitchen door, watching his busy figure beside the cooking table, and suddenly he coaxed his eyes without warning.

She never thought she would see such a scene.

Seeing him learning how hard he was learning to cook, watching him trying so hard to do the best, and not taking it seriously when he was injured...

But, more than that?

In fact, she had never seen many things about him.

Just as she suddenly filed for divorce, how angry he was, she closed her eyes and ears and eyes only as if she could not hear or see;

After the divorce, she turned around and boarded the plane to Paris, and separated him by an ocean, not seeing his reaction and status after the divorce;

He ran to France again and again, and she avoided him most of the time, and turned a blind eye to him when she really couldn't.

He knew what expression the child in her belly was when he was aborted, and she didn't pay attention;

When he decided to disappear from her life and fulfill her freedom and happiness, she also accepted it calmly, only if he had no more of his existence in this city;

...

She thought that as long as she couldn't see it, she wouldn't care, wouldn't be disturbed by emotions, and wouldn't hesitate to regret and feel distressed;

So she kept trying hard to keep the distance between the two and let her eyes and ears be blocked.

But at this moment, she looked at him standing in the kitchen and finally couldn't pretend to be unable to see him anymore.

He will be injured, too.

He will hurt, too.

Even if she can't see it, even if he pretends nothing has happened -

But if you are injured, you will be injured, and if you are hurt, you will be hurt...

She spent so long trying to be the most sober and rational one, desperately planning the best and peaceful ending for the two of them, but always subconsciously ignored how sad he would be.

How proud he was, she knew;

She knew how arrogant he was;

She knew how stubborn he was;

She also knows how sincere and passionate he is;

But she knew how much pain he felt, but pretended not to know...

There is no one more than her;

There is no one more cruel than her;

There is no one more heartless than her;

How could she be treated like this by someone like her?

Tears blurred his eyes, and his figure became dazed, and Qiao Yi couldn't help sobbing.

Rong Jun, who was competing with the spatula in front of the fire, suddenly seemed to notice something and looked back suddenly.

At this glance, he saw only a figure he knew very well, flashing by the kitchen door.
Chapter completed!