He was so surprised that he took two steps back, as if he had found something terrible secret. Subconsciously, he looked back at the kitchen. Fortunately, Yan Qiaoyu didn't come out.

He hurriedly crept back to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

In less than half an hour, Yan Qiaoyu came out with a bowl of steaming beef noodles: "the noodles are ready."

Without hearing Huo Feng's echo, Yan Qiaoyu put his face on the table and turned to the living room. After a few steps, he saw Huo Feng falling asleep on the sofa

The face with medical tape and gauze is naturally not handsome. A pair of long legs are casually put on the ground. His sleeping position is awkward and bent, but the light cage in the living room is inexplicably warm on him.

Yan Qiaoyu looked down for a while, suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, raised his hand to touch his forehead.

I don't know if the wound is infected and has a fever.

His fingers still had water stains. A cool touch touched Huo Feng's forehead. Before he could test the temperature, his hand was caught by Huo Feng. The man tutted unhappily: "sleep, don't make trouble!"

Huo Feng's hand was gentle and powerful, and his strength was a little big. The pinched Yan Qiaoyu slightly twisted his eyebrows, directly raised his hand and patted him on the face: "wake up! Get up and eat noodles!"

Huo Feng opened his eyes vaguely. What he could see was a beautiful and exquisite face. He was in a trance before he remembered where he was.

This short sleep is like the end of time.

So down-to-earth.

"Sleepy? Do you know where this is?" Yan Qiaoyu reminded me.

Huo Feng narrowed his eyes slowly: "your home."

"Just know." Yan Qiaoyu got up: "it's time to eat noodles."

He got up in a hurry and forgot that his hand was still in Huo Feng's palm. He stumbled and was dragged back by Huo Feng. Unfortunately, he just fell into the sofa. Fortunately, he supported the sofa quickly, otherwise he would fall directly on Huo Feng.

A sudden four eyes were opposite. Yan Qiaoyu's arms supported Huofeng's side. His eyes were his eyes at a loss. Yan Qiaoyu hooked his lips and smiled: "what's the matter?"

Huo Feng's face turned red in an instant: "I, I didn't mean it!"

Yan Qiaoyu got up and said softly, "I know. Get up and eat. It's time for the dough."

Huo Feng just sat up. What came back and forth in his mind was Yan Qiaoyu's handsome face and his deep black eyes. He could only pat his face to calm his mood. Then he got up and walked to the table.

From a distance, he smelled the smell of beef noodles. He swallowed his saliva: "it smells good."

Yan Qiaoyu arranged the chopsticks for him: "come and have a try."

Huo Feng smiled and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted them. Then his eyes lit up and thumbed up: "delicious."

Yan Qiaoyu casually leaned against the back of the chair, put one hand on the table, and buttoned his fingertips on the table: "it's delicious, eat it, it's all yours."

Huo Feng wolfed down his noodles and didn't forget to take the time to ask, "why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Yan Qiaoyu looked at him with a little interest in his eyes: "I prefer to see others eat the food I cook."

Huo Feng nodded and inevitably thought of those women's skirts on the balcony

"Do you often cook for your girlfriend?" Huo Feng looked like a man from the past: "I understand. No wonder your craft is so good! Your girlfriend has a good mouth!"