Chapter 142

As a result, Fu Nanli, who sent them to the entrance of the alley, had an excuse to "enter the house.".

The house and yard are small, but the living atmosphere is very heavy, very warm, clean and tidy. There is a bed of small flower beds under the courtyard wall. There is a banyan tree in the yard, a persimmon tree and a ginkgo tree beside the wall.

It was already evening.

Before eating in Xiaotangshan was only half eaten, Wenqiao was hungry: "I cook dumplings for you to eat?"

Wenchi rolled up his sleeve: "I'll do it."

"I'll do it. You and Xiao will do your homework."

Wenqiao then went into the kitchen, and Fu Nanli was with him. Wenqiao took out a large package of dumplings from the frozen layer of the refrigerator: "this is simple. You don't need your help. You can sit outside."

He leaned against the old elm door.

He did not cook hand washing soup, so do not know how to help her, so look at it, see more should be able to.

"Boil an egg."

"Well? Do you want eggs? "

"Cook it."

Wenjo cooked a boiled egg.

The big pot added three times of cold water, a large pot of dumplings will be cooked, bubbling with heat, her whole person in the heat, beauty more smoke and fire, tapping his heartstrings, more throbbing than dusk.

"Do you eat spicy food?"

Fu Nanli stretched his brow: "do not eat."

Wenqiao mixed three kinds of sauces, sesame oil dish, vinegar dish and chili dish, and carried them into the yard.

Fu Nanli did not rush to eat dumplings, but picked up the egg, took Wenqiao's hand, and pressed the egg on the bruise on her forehead.

Wenqiao's heart moved. It turned out that the egg was cooked for this.

"Does it still hurt?"

Wenqiao shook his head: "it's OK. It's not broken. It'll be OK in two days."

Wenchi: How did you do it

"Accidentally hit."

"I don't think I'm in trouble, are you?"

"Dumplings can't stop your mouth, can they?"

Wen Chi was heartbroken and speechless: "aren't you very calm? Even if I do have an accident, don't do it. "

"Shut up. Nothing will happen."

Fu Nanli's fingers gently rolled the eggs in her bruises, reflecting the setting sun. Her pupils were amber, glass like, and the fine veins of her eyes were clearly distinguishable. Her skin was like white glaze. She pinched her chin with her finger belly, which made her feel addictive.

"If I'm here, I'll take care of it for you."

This sentence is light, but the weight is incomparably heavy.

Wenjo looked at him gratefully: "thank you."

After dinner, dusk began to rise, but Wenchi was diligent and took charge of the dishes washing business.

"Look at your bedroom."

Wenjo led Fu Nanli to her bedroom. It was a small room, but it was decorated with warm, smoky pink sheets, plush toys at the head of the bed, books on the desk, white curtains fluttering in the wind, and the setting sun on the floor.

He is too tall to turn around when he enters the room.

Wenqiao drew the music on the table and wanted to introduce it to him. As soon as he turned around, he was in the arms of a man. The man leaned against the brown lacquer wardrobe and naturally held her waist.

The wind blows up the curtain, and the dim light flickers on his handsome face, and Wenqiao's heartbeat misses a beat --

"this is the top ten Pipa Well... "

The man sealed her lips.

Like in the strange novel, she hides in the cabin the charming male ghost, lets the human heart beat unceasingly.

It's a disaster.

Who says men can't be a disaster.