Chapter 529

Qiao Ansheng spit his tongue out, put his chopsticks beside the bowl, and spit out his tongue at Qin Yanchen standing next to him. He could not help but make complaints about it.

Qin Yanchen didn't speak. He just frowned and smiled with the corners of his lips.

That's not true.

Every time I eat, I have to choose from that pile of food for a long time before I am willing to eat a few bites. I am very picky about food.

He also observed it for a long time.

Qin Yanchen reached out and took the empty bowl in her hand. He had a good voice. When he spoke slowly, it was like smooth silk: "are you still hungry?"

Qiao Ansheng shook his head and showed a bright smile: "I'm not hungry. I'm full. I don't believe you see!"

She patted her stomach with some childishness.

Qin Yanchen smiled again.

Qiao Ansheng had enough to eat and drink. When he got up, he was going to help Qin Yanchen wash the dishes. Before he finished, Qin Yanchen grabbed him first

Without changing his face, he took the first step and picked up the empty bowl on the table in front of Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng felt embarrassed. He lived here and had to eat other people's food. It would be unreasonable for Qin Yanchen to wash the dishes himself. He volunteered and rolled up his sleeves: "I'll come! Let me help you brush... "

Qin Yanchen took the bowl, gently blocked her stretched hand with his body, glanced at her thin wrist, "No."

He bent down and took away the chopsticks: "go take a bath and go to bed early..."

"Ah?"

Seeing Qiao Ansheng's big eyes looking at himself, Qin Yanchen raised his finger and pointed to the clock on the wall: "it's late."

Qin Yanchen paused for a moment and praised Qiao Ansheng for his willingness to eat what he did. The combination of these two things made him feel surprisingly good. His thin lips pursed and smiled obviously

"It's far from school. I'll get up early tomorrow..."

Qiao Ansheng didn't know whether he was supported by a bowl of noodles or bewitched by his infrequent smile. His divine consciousness was free, and he didn't return to his mind for a long time.

It was not until Qin Yanchen took the bowl into the kitchen and turned on the faucet that Qiao Ansheng suddenly came back to his mind.

She pinched herself several times, trying to wake herself up.

In response, he raised his feet from the living room and was about to go to the kitchen. Qin Yanchen wet his hands and stood next to the dishwasher, looking over.

"If you don't take a bath and go to bed, you may miss your favorite professional class tomorrow."

Qiao Ansheng was stunned by his extremely natural tone: "ah, professional courses..."

She whispered a few words to herself, and then suddenly remembered that she patted her thigh and frowned more tightly: "yes! It's Monday tomorrow. It's teacher Zhou's professional class... "

Qin Yanchen stood in front of the faucet. The water kept crashing. He was wearing a slim white shirt with his hem tucked into his trouser waist. From this point of view, his legs were incredible.

He looked at the water by the pool. His pupils were sparkling. He knew that Qiao Ansheng was looking at himself, and the corners of his lips could not help bending.

After watching him for a few seconds, Qiao Ansheng finally grasped the key point of his sentence: "how do you know which professional class I like best?"

Qin Yanchen shook his body slightly. The bowl in his hand was not held because he was distracted. It was almost washed to the bottom of the pool by the water.

Of course he knows.

Qiao Ansheng doesn't know. He watches her on the school road every time.

See her sometimes happy, sometimes frowning and running to the classroom.

Qin Yanchen didn't talk to her once. He could only judge her mood at the moment by the expression on her face.

Only in the professional class on Monday, every time Qiao Ansheng goes, he has a bright smile on his face, his apricot eyes are slightly covered, and his steps are extremely light.

Unlike other classes, I was either absent-minded or listless on the way.

Therefore, Qin Yanchen knows that she likes this class very much.

Qin Yanchen felt like a peeper. He stopped beside Qiao Ansheng's life carefully and carefully to observe her every move.

Along with her preferences, he got them through observation.

But at the moment, Qiao Ansheng's words seemed to poke open the hidden thoughts in his heart, which made him a little embarrassed. When asked, some even didn't know how to answer Qiao Ansheng.

"I was told."

Qin Yanchen mobilized all his brain cells who were not good at lying and racked his brains to think of a bad excuse. Fortunately, Qiao Ansheng didn't continue to ask. Who told him.

Just leaning against the door of the kitchen, I don't know where to go.

Qin Yanchen was afraid that she would continue to think and noticed the flaw in her words, so he hurriedly wanted her to take a bath. He opened his mouth and said, "go take a bath, the bathroom is..."

Just as he was about to say, he looked up at Qiao Ansheng's big black and white eyes, thought about it, took his hands out of the water, and carefully wiped them with a towel.

Then he took off his slender and strong legs and walked towards Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng didn't know what he was going to do and looked at him.

Qin Yanchen came over and took her hand.

His movements were natural and familiar. His palm was probably just soaked in water and a little wet. Qiao Ansheng's hand was held by him.

He felt that his temperature was much higher than himself, and the temperature of the palm was constantly soaking himself, as if she was warmer.

"This is the bathroom..."

Qin Yanchen took her little hand, led the man to the door of the bathroom, and then pointed the door lock with his fingertips: "this can be locked from the inside. Don't worry."

Put Qiao Ansheng at the door of the bathroom. Qin Yanchen looked reluctantly and let go of her hand. He turned around and was ready to continue to clean up the kitchen.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Ansheng had to give up the idea of rushing to wash the dishes in her heart. She stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at Qin Yanchen. Her voice was light and solemn: "thank you, Yanchen..."

Qin Yanchen didn't stop. He just shook his fist gently between his legs.

He had turned away, so Qiao Ansheng didn't see the intense emotion surging in his eyes at that moment

Like drinking the most mellow wine, my heart is intoxicating, and the corners of my lips rise uncontrollably.

No one has ever called his name so that his mind rippled.

Qin Yanchen stood by the pool again, washed the bowl, put it in the cupboard, looked up and saw his reflection on the glass, with deep eyes and high bridge of nose.