Chapter 471

Back to the quadrangle, I came to the living room. The house had been cleaned up, the floor was spotless, and the furniture had been wiped. Kang Jiajia dozed off on the sofa. On the table next to him were two dishes, a plate of cucumber and a plate of tomato scrambled egg. It looked very bad. It must not taste very good.

Zhao fan couldn't help sighing and muttered in a low voice, "this craft is probably not as good as me."

Kang Jiajia woke up, quickly stood up, picked up a bowl of good rice and handed it to Zhao fan, and handed a pair of chopsticks. He whispered in an embarrassed voice: "Ben... Originally, I couldn't make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but a dish was too monotonous, so he asked the aunt who sold vegetables..."

Zhao fan showed a smile on his face and whispered, "if you have a heart, eat first."

"Yes!" Kang Jiajia smiled with such a heavy load on her face and quickly filled herself with a bowl of rice.

Zhao fan suddenly had a bright feeling in front of her. She even smiled. Kang Jiajia hasn't smiled since she rescued Kang Jiajia in the heavy rain. This shows that a series of blows to the family have gone away. Over time, the girl's situation is gradually getting better.

Zhao fan is sincerely happy for her. You know, it can make Kang Jiajia forget the unfortunate past, slowly get out of the shadow of the past, cheer up and live with a smile. This is what Zhao fan wants to do.

Of course, in Zhao fan's heart, there are still some fantasies about the school flower of West China University, but they are only fantasies, such as robbing and teasing her, which are regarded as a kind of adjustment of life.

As for pushing her down, Zhao fan didn't think about it at all. Not to mention that the girl should still be a place, she said that her current situation was poor enough, and Zhao fan didn't want to sprinkle salt on her wound.

It's OK to eat tofu. However, a girl who can defend herself with a fruit knife doesn't seem to be easy to provoke. Zhao fan knows that this girl may be stronger than she imagined.

Seeing that Zhao fan had moved his chopsticks, Kang Jiajia whispered: "in fact, I made several plates of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This plate is the best-selling one. Maybe I'm too stupid..."

"Nothing. Practice makes perfect. Just get used to it." Zhao fan smiled and encouraged.

He likes to see Kang Jiajia look embarrassed and embarrassed. It's a difficult feeling to say clearly. Such a girl will make men have an impulse to protect her.

Slowly put the tomatoes and scrambled eggs clamped on the chopsticks into your mouth. After chewing, the expected things didn't taste very good.

Looking forward to Kang Jiajia, Zhao fan nodded with a smile and said seriously, "you are very talented and taste good. I believe you can do better next time."

"Really?" Kang Jiajia's face was happy, and then he said in a low voice with a little red face: "well... Don't worry, I will study cooking well and ask my aunt who sells vegetables in the old street."

Zhao fan raised his eyebrows and said with a pun smile, "of course I'm relieved. It should be you who don't trust me?"

Konka Jiadun was a little embarrassed. She quickly lowered her head and ate quietly. Of course, she knew that Zhao fan was talking about her self-defense with a fruit knife. When she thought about it carefully, she also felt that she seemed to have gone too far. People took herself in kindly. If she really wanted to do something to herself, a girl herself seemed unable to resist.

Moreover, at the beginning, in order to stay with him, he said he would warm the bed, and others directly said he didn't need it.

Most of these usurers are very poor and ferocious people, but this person seems to be different. Maybe he is forced by life to lend usury.

After eating a bowl of rice, Kang Jiajia sat quietly and looked at Zhao fan. He saw that Zhao fan had a gust of wind rolling up the residual clouds and ate very sweet. It seems that what he said he had talent just now is not to comfort himself, but really.

Kangjiajia breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the yard, took the bucket and began to water the flowers and plants in the yard. On the pot of cactus, there began to appear insignificant flower buds, and there were two, which made kangjiajia a little excited.

Soon after Zhao fan finished his meal, Kang Jiajia hurriedly came to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then took them to the kitchen for cleaning.

Zhao fan plugged in his laptop from his suite and wrote a sentence comfortably on his microblog: "the night will always pass and the dawn will come."

Perhaps, Kang Jiajia's helpless night is almost over.

"Ding Dong!"

"Ah!" Suddenly, there came a sound of broken plates from the kitchen. With Kang Jiajia's scream, Zhao fan suddenly got up and thought of the next picture in his mind.

God given opportunity, are there trees?

At the moment, Kang Jiajia's finger must have been cut and bleeding. At the moment, she rushed into the kitchen with a worried face, grabbed her small hand like lanolin jade, and put her cut finger into her mouth to suck. Suck

Tut Tut, just thinking about it is a kind of enjoyment.

Thinking of this, Zhao fan was excited and rushed to the kitchen step by step. When he came to the kitchen door, he saw that Kang Jiajia had thrown the plate fragments into the trash can, but the ten fingers were safe.

Seeing Zhao fan, Kang Jiajia whispered apologetically, "sorry, i... I haven't washed the dishes before. I'm not used to it. I'll pay attention next time!"

Unable to see the picture in his imagination, Zhao fan was disappointed and helpless. The daughter said she had not washed the bowl. Zhao fan absolutely believed that it seemed that there would be fewer and fewer bowls left by Ma Dong in the future.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao fan closed his laptop, watched Kang Jiajia come out of the kitchen, patted the sofa next to him, smiled and said, "Jiajia, come and sit!"

Kang Jiajia frowned slightly and looked at Zhao fan carefully. She suddenly screamed so close and asked to sit next to him, which made her a little afraid. She quickly sat down on the sofa opposite Zhao fan, her legs in a dress close together, and some alert whispered, "what are you... What are you going to say?"

Zhao fan was a little disappointed. Looking at the two snow-white legs, he spread his hands and said, "just talk casually and talk about your heart. Don't be nervous."

Feeling Zhao fan's eyes, Kang Jiajia subconsciously clamped his legs and felt that it was still a little unsafe. He quickly picked up Zhao fan's coat from the sofa and covered his legs. Zhao fan took back his eyes staring at other people's legs.

Zhao fan sighed. If only he were that dress, he shook his head. Zhao fan whispered, "Jiajia, I ask you, how do you think my brother treats you?"

Kang Jiajia fiddled with Zhao fan's coat and said cautiously for a long time: "still... It's OK."