The thickness of the frosted glass is just right, and the scene inside cannot be seen from the outside.
Next to the bed is a low bedside table, about ten centimeters higher than the bed.
Next to it is a desk against the wall, there are some grid spaces on it, and some books are scattered.
Considering that Fragment likes to tell fairy tales during the live broadcast, Feng Qian asked people to put a few storybooks on it.
Yan Ci silently surveyed the environment in the lower house. The one bedroom here is bigger than the place he rented, and the environment is too good.
The heart that had been relaxed before, began to be a little nervous again.
With his fingertips pinching the shoulder straps of the backpack, Yan Ci lowered his eyes cautiously.
Feng Qian put his fingertips on the table, and when he turned around, he saw the small fragment standing there with his head down, motionless, and making small movements uneasily.
Feng Qian turned around and took a few steps forward, reached out and grabbed the end of the backpack, and looked up at the young man in front of him: "Put your things down, let's go downstairs to eat first."
Yan Ci blinked his eyes, the girl's eyebrows reflected in his eyes.
He nodded, "Yeah."
Looking down and seeing the other party's hand clutching the backpack, he paused and let go of his hand silently.
The girl put the backpack on the desk beside it, then walked back, passed him by, and said, "Follow me."
"Um."
Yan Ci silently followed behind Feng Qian.
At this time, Feng Mo was also eating dinner, and when he heard footsteps, he looked up and said vaguely, "Sister, you are back."
After taking a look, Feng Mo withdrew his gaze and leaned over to take a piece of meat into the bowl.
Before the chopsticks carried the dish to his mouth, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes swept across Feng Qian, and fell on the boy who was following obediently.
"Huh? Yan Ci?"
Feng Mo put down his chopsticks, feeling like he had seen a ghost.
Yan Ci lifted his eyelids and glanced at Feng Mo lightly, ignoring it.
Feng Qian greeted him: "Just find a place to sit down, don't see outsiders."
"Um."
Yan Ci nodded, and after seeing Feng Qian sit down, he silently walked to the girl's side, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Feng Mo's eyes widened, "Sister, what's your situation?"
How did you bring Yan Ci to the house?
and also…
Is his sister and Yan Ci very familiar?
"Yan Ci is dubbing a drama from the company. According to the contract, he should arrange accommodation for him."
so…
"So you brought Yan Ci to the house?"
Feng Mo took Feng Qian's words.
Feng Qian nodded, "Well, is there a problem?"
Feng Mo glanced at the quiet Yan Ci, lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, then shook his head.
"No."
It's no problem, it's just... a little creepy.
Although Yan Ci is not that familiar with the people in the team, the people in the team know Yan Ci fairly well.
Feng Qian took Yan Ci home, which was barely acceptable, but Yan Ci was willing to go home with Feng Qian, which made Feng Mo feel a little weird.
Yan Ci likes to be alone and has a somewhat withdrawn personality.
It is also difficult for Feng Mo to imagine that Yan Ci will one day live in his house.
The other party looked a little cautious, sitting on a chair, silent, sitting upright.
Feng Qian handed a pair of chopsticks to Yan Ci.
The boy paused and silently took the chopsticks.
He looked down at the white rice in the bowl, slightly startled.
Arrange accommodation…
She seems to have... packed his food too.
It seems that this is not in the contract.
During the meal, Feng Qian took the initiative to put a lot of dishes in Yan Ci's bowl, just like in the restaurant last time.
Feng Mo was stunned beside him.
At the end of the meal, he felt a little overwhelmed for some reason.
Touching his stomach, Feng Mo got up and left, "Sister, and Yan Ci, I'll go back to the room when I'm full."
Feng Qian nodded.