Her fingers touched the wall of the door, her left foot tripped over her right foot, and her body leaned forward under the resistance.
He Zhao's eyesight was very good, and he could clearly see the position of her falling down in the dark. His hands were faster than his brain, and he stretched out his hand when Shen Lianqing felt slightly wrong.
One arm wrapped around her waist, and the other hand followed the movement to turn on the light she wanted to turn on.
The light above the head poured down instantly, and the eyes were bright.
The decoration style of He Zhao's home is very similar to his own, clean and refreshing. Whether it is the rhinoceros leather sofa, champagne-colored piping, or warm-colored chandeliers, they all give people a warm feeling.
Although he looks thin, only one arm is enough to support the weight of Shen Lianqing's entire body.
The veins in his arms were slightly stretched. The handsome and elegant man was slender and tall. After turning on the light, he slowly pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose with one hand. His combed hair was already shaky after a day of neglect, and one or two strands fell playfully from his forehead. forward.
His eyelids are deep inside and shallow outside, and his peach-leaf-shaped eyes are long with slender eyelashes. From the corners of his eyes to the ends of his eyes, his eyes are dimmed by the light, as if they were like honey.
The lips under the high bridge of the nose, slightly dry from working all day, are round in the middle and thin on the sides, making them look very kissable.
Shen Lianqing was in his arms, looking from top to bottom. His slender neck was covered with white and tight skin, and the shallow veins were faintly visible.
The fresh and gentle fragrance of his body surrounded Shen Lianqing, but her eyes couldn't help but follow his Adam's apple, which had a strong masculine aura.
Shen Lianqing admitted that she was bewitched.
I really want... I really want a kiss.
But the character doesn't allow it...
After turning on the light, He Zhao stabilized her and asked, "Are you hurt?"
He asked her with concern, but Shen Lianqing's mind was still on him. She didn't hear what he said clearly and nodded subconsciously, "Okay."
What good?
He Zhao couldn't help laughing when he saw her dazed look. Her black hair was fluffy because she had just taken a shower and dried it not long ago. Her small snow-white face was flushed and her eyes were blurred.
Her body was limp, and after he stabilized her, she still wanted to fall back into his arms.
He was really fooled by her.
What was he expecting?
He Zhao rubbed her head, moved her aside, unbuttoned her wrists with his slender fingers, and quickly rolled up the white shirt.
He took off his black apron, walked to the counter, and turned on the range hood first.
Shen Lianqing's eyes fell on the man in white clothes, black pants and an apron.
Beautiful facial features, strong shoulders, graceful shoulder blades, the lines of the white shirt from the neck to the thin and powerful waist are integrated into the black curves.
He had worked in her flower shop before, and he was very strong. She also felt the strength of that arm just now, and he must have a very good waist.
People like them should still exercise no matter how busy they are, right?
I don’t know if I have eight-pack abs.
Shen Lianqing's thoughts were scattered and a little random.
Wash the pot, turn on the heat and boil the water.
He Zhao turned and closed the lid of the pot, turned around and asked her gently, "I'm not very good at cooking. I can only cook simple things. Do you want to eat noodles?"
"Eat." Shen Lianqing stretched her fragile eyebrows and came back to consciousness, blinked and nodded.
Um? Didn't she want to cook a meal for He Zhao to show her gentle and considerate side? How come He Zhao did it to her?
Fu Tinghao must have mistaken her. After staying with him for a long time, she had this kind of thing in her head.
He Zhao smiled gently and took out tomatoes and eggs from the refrigerator.
He didn't lie to Shen Lianqing. His cooking skills were really mediocre. After the noodles were made, Shen Lianqing didn't want to eat them after one bite, but she forced herself to take another bite for the sake of face.
He Zhao was really hungry, and he ate the food quickly and gracefully. Seeing Shen Lianqing's difficulty in swallowing, he put down his chopsticks and put his fingers on the table, which made him feel a little bad.
"Does Lianqing think my cooking is not delicious?"
His clear, watery eyes looked at her tenderly, as if he was sad to see her after she said yes.
Shen Lianqing bit into the strange-tasting noodles, trying to show a considerate expression on her face, but the thing in her mouth made her choke, and she was still unable to make the corresponding movements in her mind.
She took two more bites, swallowed it whole, and comforted dryly, "It's okay. You can just do it a few more times."
He Zhao chuckled.
It is said that men are like thirty-one flowers, and the same is true for He Zhao.
His skin is still as fair and delicate as that of a young man in his early twenties. His temperament is calmer and gentler due to the nourishment of money and power, and his every move reveals the elegance and reserve of a mature man.
He smiled slowly, his pink lips raised, his brows relaxed, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses narrowed, his eyelashes looked like beautiful butterflies, and his black tail trembled, making his fingers itch to scratch.
He has been cooking for several years, and this noodle dish is his most successful creation.
However, He Zhao did not explain to Shen Lianqing that he was not good at cooking. Hearing her painstaking efforts to comfort him, he nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, I will learn how to cook it for you in the future."
Shen Lianqing put down her chopsticks while talking to him. She pretended to be interested in what he said and expressed concern that he was working so hard, "You're welcome, okay."
"But it's so late and you've worked so hard to make noodles. Are you tired? Go take a shower and leave the rest to me, right?"
"Need not."
He Zhao stopped teasing her. He knew very well what he had made. She had already given him a lot of face by eating two bites. How could he let her clean up such a mess?
But thinking about her saying she was hungry, he felt a little worried. He said to Shen Lianqing, "Sit here for a while, and the housekeeper will bring the food from Yupinshan later."
He actually asked the housekeeper to order food after he came back, but she said she would cook for him, which made him look forward to it for a moment, and he suddenly forgot about it.
When He Zhao came back to his senses, he not only agreed to her request, but also made her an unpleasant meal of noodles.
It's just as well that she didn't eat much.
At the steward's speed, it should be almost there by now.
"Um……"
Shen Lianqing let him take away the bowls and chopsticks in front of her, speechless for a moment. She was not hungry.
When the housekeeper brought the three dishes and one soup that were all delicious and delicious, Shen Lianqing took a few bites, but they still tasted like chewing wax. At this time, He Zhao later realized that she was not really hungry, but wanted to Just stay with him.
Together?
with him?
A trace of complicated emotions appeared in He Zhaoxin's eyes under the glasses. Does this mean that she is not tempted by Fu Tinghao's side and that she is still interested in him?
It turned out that he only wanted to protect her during Fu Tingping's scandal, and to create obstacles in their relationship.
