Chapter 208

It's almost impossible to guess who's coming.

She sometimes felt that moshiqian was very persistent to her.

But she thought about it and wondered what the source of his persistence was.

Love?

Or is he persistent?

Chi Huan gets up and opens the door.

Sure enough, the tall man stood at the door, carrying Well, a lot of things can be seen at a glance, a lot of vegetables.

Chi Huan, "..."

She looked at what he was carrying. "Are you free today, or are you going to come every day if I don't let your chef cook for me?"

The man light way, "I am free to come."

Chi Huan turned over and let him in. He took his slippers out of the shoe cabinet and reached for his hand.

He took a look at her hand, put all the bags on the carpet of the porch, and casually said, "it's too heavy."

As soon as the man's tall body is bent down, Chi Huan can see the snowflakes falling from his coat, "take off your clothes and hang them here. I'll pour water for you."

As soon as Chi Huan turned around, the man stopped her at the back

She turned around. "Huh?"

Then she saw the handsome and indifferent man in a powerful black coat, turning over from a pair of vegetables, turning out, um

One, no, two Rose, pull it out and give it to her.

His expression was rather unnatural, but he forced a cold face. "I remember you have a vase in your house. It's just right to raise two flowers."

Chi Huan looked at it for a while, reached for it, and couldn't help laughing For food? "

Mo Shiqian, "..."

Handsome man face black, ignored her, bowed to pick up the vegetables on the ground, still cold face.

"Did you buy But buy two Is it one for free? "

Chi Huan has collected many roses.

One, nine, ninety-nine, ninety-nine.

Only those who have not received two.

Is it really like buying food for free or buying one for free

Mo Shiqian comes into the kitchen with a dark face.

The flower seller didn't have the ability to send flowers. He knew he should have bought a bunch of flowers long ago. He thought he couldn't hold a bunch of flowers because he had vegetables in his hand.

Chi Huan still put the flowers in the vase and sprinkled some water.

It's snowing outside the window. The apartment is so clean and unpopular.

These two roses are placed in the living room. They are bright and lively, which makes people feel better.

Good things always make people happy.

Playing with the flowers, Chi turned around to make a cup of tea, and sent it to the man who came into the kitchen, "wait for the cool before you drink, what can I do for you?"

The man looked at her, and after a few seconds, he said, "come and kiss me."

Chi Huan, "..."

About think she is not too happy, he light way again, "kiss also OK."

She turned and went out.

The man looked at her back and looked gloomy.

Chi Huan goes back to the living room, picks up the book he left behind and continues to read.

But I couldn't watch it very well. I just threw it aside and turned on the TV with the remote control.

In the kitchen, there are some sounds. After a long time, I don't know how long, the fragrance is coming out.

Chi Huan had eaten something casually at noon. When he smelled it, he felt hungry.

But she sat on the sofa and listened to the man's busy activities. She felt a little embarrassed again

He helped her cook noodles in the morning, packed her bags in the morning, helped her move and personally sent her to work in the company, and came to cook dinner for her after class

Although these are not what she asked for, and even if he doesn't want her to do it by herself, most of them can be assigned servants, drivers and cooks. He chooses to do it himself

But, um If the onlookers look like she's too lazy

She looked at the noisy variety show on TV and wondered If he hadn't been Lawrence's son, who made money and lived at home

At about the same time, she got up and walked to the kitchen.

Just walked to the door, the man heard her footsteps, did not look at her, light way, "take two bowls out to load rice, the bowl is useless for a long time, use hot water to rush."

"Oh, yes."

She took two bowls and two chopsticks, went to the faucet of the exile platform to wash again, and then loaded the rice.

Turn on the rice cooker, and a man's low voice rings behind him, "don't burn it."

Chi Huan, "..."

She's not retarded.

Mo Shiqian has been silent for nearly 20 years. It's impossible for him to suddenly become talkative. Chi Huan has been talking back to her these days, almost without initiative.So the whole dinner came down, full of color, fragrance and quiet.

Fortunately, the atmosphere is not very awkward, comfortable and comfortable. The soup in the pot braves the curling white fog, rendering a sense of time and quiet.

After dinner, Chi Huan consciously said, "go back first. If it's too late, the snow on the road will be deeper and it's not safe to drive. I'll clean up and wash myself later."

Mo Shiqian only glanced at her and ignored her words.

He cleaned the kitchen as if it had never been used.

Chi Huan thought he was going to stay late, or even Stay here for the night. It's dangerous to slide on the rainy road.

But after half a cup of tea and a rest, he got up and said, "I'll come tomorrow."

She nodded. "Oh, be careful on the way."

Mo Shiqian picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on his body. In the middle of it, he suddenly stopped. He looked at her sideways and frowned, "you didn't send me a message today."

Pool Huan a Leng, a time did not respond to come over, "ah?"

The man's deep eyes stared at her, endurably reminded, "you said this morning, you will text me."

This reminds Chi Huan of what she said in the morning --

she sipped her lips, "but I've been at home all day and I have nothing to look for you."

The man was unhappy. "You said you had time to text, and you had time all day today, but none of it."

Chi Huan, "..."

He did call her at noon and asked her if she had lunch and what she was doing. He talked for a few minutes

"Well, you go back first. I'll text you when you're almost home."

It's about as good night as texting before bed.

He doesn't really have a clear position for himself, with his noble, cold and precious style of texting If it's not something to talk about, but to chat

Ha ha.

I have to forgive him 60 times a minute before I can talk.

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