Rose Hotel.
Zheng Yao lowered his head and lit a cigarette, slowly spit out a puff of mist, and said to the waiter beside him: "Tell Chef Morgan that the steak should be medium-rare, not a little blood. The white smoke gradually dissipated in front of Zheng Yaoxian's eyes, he looked out of the glass window, listened to the ** sound echoing in the hotel, and thought about the ** child he was about to see, Zheng Yaoxian's heart at this time was happy and eager to dance, but his expression was still serious and majestic.
The door bell rang and was pushed open, reflecting the sun, a gentle and lovely woman slowly walked towards Zheng Yaoxian.
Zheng Yaoxian looked at the ** sitting in front of him, and finally put down all the disguises on his face, revealing a warm smile. He skillfully divided the steak on the plate into small pieces and cut it, and gently changed it to **'er: "Zhen'er, it's medium-rare, without a little blood, eat it quickly." ”
* Er smiled shyly, and was about to pick up the knife and fork with both hands, when he suddenly screamed in pain. Zheng Yaoxian's face tightened, and he hurriedly held **'er's hands, his slender fingers were full of redness and swelling, and some traces of needle eyes could be faintly seen. Zheng Yaoxian looked at **'er distressedly, and asked with concern, "What's the matter with the hand?"Why are you so careless!”
*Er replied happily that he didn't care: "I've been learning to knit sweaters recently, and I blame my hands for being too clumsy, I want to weave a wool shoulder for you, so that the bullet can come over, and it can also help you block it, so that you can feel a little lighter." *'er's smile is like the afternoon sun, which can warmly sweep away all gloom.
At this time, Zheng Yaoxian's eyes were full of distress, pity and joy, looking at the ** in front of him, only at this time did he feel that he was a flesh-and-blood person, and it was Zhen'er who gave him a rare ease and pleasure in the tense underground work.