Seeing her disappointed look, Lu Chongli regretted for the first time that he was clumsy.
It's strange, obviously he wasn't like this before.
That's not what he meant, he just didn't want Qin Zheng to feel guilty.
"Qin Zheng, I have no confidante." Lu Chongli said seriously.
"Yes, you have a fiancée." Qin Zheng forced a smile.
Lu Chongli: "..."
"Brother Lu, I cooked some porridge for you. If you can still eat it, can I serve you some?" Qin Zheng asked.
"Okay, I've been drinking soup every day for the past two days, and I just got tired of it." Lu Chongli really missed Qin Zheng's craftsmanship.
Especially the porridge cooked by Qin Zheng is outstanding.
Qin Zheng opened the lid of the thermos box, took a spoon, and poured the porridge into the porcelain white bowl one by one.
Under the light, a beautiful little face was illuminated white and dusty.
Today, Qin Zheng is wearing refreshing blue denim overalls with a white T-shirt underneath. Her long black hair is draped over her shoulders, elegant and smooth. Her small earlobes are looming out from the black hair, even the tassels on her earlobes. The earrings are all unique and beautiful.
Lu Chongli was a little stunned.
In fact, he had known for a long time that Qin Zheng was quite good-looking, but her beauty was low-key, restrained and unobtrusive.
Or maybe she rarely pays attention to dressing up.
It's not like now, back to the Qin family.
Every piece of clothing was carefully selected and delivered by the mall manager of the luxury store according to her body shape.
An already good-looking person will only become more and more radiant when decorated with clothes, jewelry, and skin care products, and attract more men's attention.
Just like Qi Haochu..., there were countless men at the dinner party who cast their astonishing glances at her.
"Brother Lu..."
Qin Zheng's voice suddenly came to his ears.
Only then did Lu Chongli realize that he was a little distracted.
He quickly picked up the pot of porridge and ate it with a spoon in his mouth without thinking.
"Be careful, the soup is a bit hot..."
As soon as Qin Zheng finished speaking, Lu Chongli's handsome face was already red from being burned. A mouthful of porridge was very hot when he held it in his mouth, and he was embarrassed to spit it out.
Qin Zheng quickly took out a few tissues and asked him to spit it out.
Lu Chongli hurriedly took it, pressed the paper towel and spit it out, then quickly rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"Brother Lu, are you okay?" Qin Zheng looked at his red face worriedly.
Lu Chongli bit his tongue in agony. His tongue was numb.
It wasn't until Ling Zheng handed over a glass of cold water that he took two sips and then he recovered.
"I'm fine." Lu Chongli raised his head and smiled: "I haven't had such delicious porridge for a long time. I'm in such a hurry."
Qin Zheng couldn't help laughing, "If you like it, I'll send it to you these days and nights."
Lu Chongli's heart suddenly tightened.
Qin Zheng continued: "Who made you my savior? You have saved me many times. Last year in Shicheng, if you hadn't saved me, I would definitely not have wanted to live. If it hadn't been for you this time, I wouldn't be alive now. Maybe I will be forced to marry that Zhu Zihao."
