1142: I've Never Eaten A Cake You Made Personally

I've Never Eaten A Cake You Made Personally

"Xiaotao, let's go back." Father Ye ended the short exchange of gaze and put his arm around her shoulder to turn her around.0

"Okay." Ye Xiaotao nodded and entered the villa.

...

After returning to her room, Ye Xiaotao went to the curtain. She stretched out her slender index finger to lift the curtain and form a gap. The fog outside was getting thicker and the figure outside the door was somber and hazy.

He didn't leave.

At this moment, his phone vibrated again. A text message was received.

She opened the text message and saw that it was from Leng Hao. It was two short words -- come down.

He wanted her to go down.

Ye Xiaotao's face was a little pale. After a few seconds, she blacklisted his number.

She turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Then, she laid on the soft bed, turned off the lights, and closed her eyes to sleep.

She had already ended things with the person outside.

They would not have any interaction in the future.

...

The next morning.

Ye Xiaotao woke up. After breakfast, she carried her small bag and went out. It was Gong Yi's birthday today. She wanted to make a birthday cake for Gong Yi personally.

They had a chauffeur at home. Ye Xiaotao got into the backseat and the chauffeur asked, "Miss, where are we going?"

"To the supermarket nearby. I'm going to buy something."

"Okay."

As the car drove along, Ye Xiaotao looked at the scenery through the car window. Suddenly, she noticed that there was a car following her from behind. It was... Leng Hao.

What did he want to do?

Ye Xiaotao smiled with a sharp gaze. Let him be.

The car stopped at the entrance of the supermarket. Ye Xiaotao took the trolley to browse through the supermarket. She chose some things. Low-gluten flour, butter, light cream... they were all used for making cakes.

Ye Xiaotao pushed the trolley to turn it. "Make way, please make way!" At this moment, a four-wheeled truck filled with containers was pushed over at a fast speed. It was about to crash into her.

"Be careful!" A strong arm wrapped around her slender waist. Someone protected her in his arms.

Ye Xiaotao looked sideways. It was Leng Hao.

He had changed into a gray shirt today. His body was tall and straight and the scar on the right side of his face was much lighter. It was hard to see it clearly. However, he had not shaved for a long time so there was a layer of short hair on his chin. Perhaps he did not sleep well or did not sleep well last night. His eyes were sunken and there was a sharp and time-beaten gaze in his eyes.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with heartache and nervousness.

Ye Xiaotao broke free of his arm and took two steps back. She sneered mercilessly, "Mr. Leng, when did you become a perverted stalker?"

Leng Hao looked at her intensely. His expression was tensed. "Yesterday, I came to the capital. I stood below your house and waited for you... did you blacklist my cell phone number?"

"Yes," Ye Xiaotao admitted blatantly. "I've made things clear in T City. I don't think there's a need for us to contact each other again. Mr. Leng, let me give you a piece of advice. Go back to T City. The capital is not your territory. I don't want to make things too ugly."

She was warning him that this was her father's territory. If he followed her again, she would start taking measures.

At that time, it would be difficult for him to clear things up.

Leng Hao pursed his thin lips into a cold arc.

Ye Xiaotao didn't have time to pay attention to him. She pushed the cart and left.

Leng Hao followed her. He looked at the things in the cart and he asked, "What are you buying?"

"Oh, it's Gong Yi's birthday today. I want to make a cake for him personally," Ye Xiaotao answered casually.

Leng Hao's gaze darkened. There was already anger in his eyes. However, as he looked at her determined and thin back, he was unable to vent his anger. His thin lips moved and he said awkwardly and stiffly, "I've never eaten a birthday cake that you made personally."

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