After her hand was thrown away, Allen Chu was still staring at her and smiling.
She glanced back uncomfortably and heard him say again: "If I try to weigh him, I'll probably get beaten."
Qingyao: "..."
Apricot eyes widened, "Bah."
Chu Huaian walked inside with a smile, "Guess why I brought you here? I'm going to cook noodles for you."
Qingyao paused slightly, oh.
Follow her and watch him roll up his sleeves to cook noodles for her in the almost spotless kitchen.
The exposed arms are strong and thick, without any fat on them.
Her eyes straightened, and she thought wildly, she looked so powerful.
When he came back to his senses, his face became hot.
Chu Huaian searched for a while before finding a face.
There are no vegetables, but canned meat, eggs and olives.
After cooking the noodles, take them out and put them on the plate. They are actually very refreshing and beautiful. Maybe people like him can do things a little better than ordinary people.
"Here." Chu Huaian smiled and handed over the chopsticks. He was really a gentleman and gentle.
In contrast, Qingyao felt very angry at Xiaojiazi.
But Xiaojiaziqi can't change it immediately if he wants to. If he thinks Lin Yanzhi has more style, then that's up to him.
Qingyao thought vaguely and took the chopsticks.
I lowered my head and tasted it. It was quite delicious.
I just don’t remember what the noodles he cooked tasted like when I was a kid.
When she was a child, her adoptive father was not at home all year round, and her grandfather was also busy, and he was very careless. He was not particular about himself, nor was he particular about raising children.
When Chu Huaian came back from school, he would often see her as dirty as a little tabby cat, sitting on the ground playing.
Then he took her to wash her hands and wipe her face, and cooked noodles to eat with her.
Although she couldn't remember the taste of the noodles he cooked when she was a child, she remembered that every time she ate, she would feel full and satisfied.
…
Chu Huaian was sitting opposite, but he didn't want to eat.
Qingyao almost finished eating and raised her eyelids to look at him. He immediately smiled.
Beautiful and charming, especially the soft and gentle touch at the corner of the lips.
Qingyao looked away awkwardly.
At this time, I heard him ask: "Are you feeling better now?"
She put away the tableware and walked away, her tone of voice not rising or falling at all, and her face expressionless, "Okay, that's good."
He couldn't help but laugh again.
Probably because I think she is harder to coax than when she was a child.
While Qingyao was washing the dishes, Chu Huaian looked at her quietly, and her cell phone suddenly rang.
He answered the phone.
"Aunt."
"Are you alone?"
"okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Qingyao.
She wiped the dishes with a sullen face and was about to put them on the kitchen cabinet on the wall, when his hand reached over and took them for her.
"I may have to send you back." He said softly.
She straightened her back and said, "Okay."
Although she didn't hear clearly, she knew that her stepmother must have asked him to find Lin Yanzhi.
On the way back, Chu Huaian took the initiative to find a topic to chat for a few words, but Qingyao's mood did not improve. She answered whatever he asked and remained silent if he didn't ask.
Qingyao glanced out of the car window and was slightly startled. This didn't seem to be the way back to her home.
He couldn't help but turn to Chu Huaian.
At this time the car slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.
"Give me a moment," he said.
He got out of the car and walked to a flower shop.
A few minutes later, he came back with a bouquet of flowers. It's platycodon again, but the color is different from the one this morning. The one in the morning was purple, and the one now is pink.
Qingyao's heart was suddenly stabbed.
This must be used to coax Lin Yanzhi.
Before he finished his thought, Chu Huaian stuffed the bouquet over.
She was stunned for a moment, then said patiently: "Let me hold it for you?"
He was surprised and smiled, "I gave this to you, don't you like it?"
She was startled again and stopped talking.
Chu Huaian looked at her, seemingly helpless.
He restarted the car and said, "You don't treat me as well as you did when you were a child. No matter how much I try to coax you, you won't be happy."
Qing Yao remained silent, thinking that the flowers she had just given to her now were the same as those given to Lin Yanzhi in the morning. If she could be happy, she would be mentally ill.
