C97

The scene from many years ago clearly played in Song Qinghuan's mind. It was the scene of the youth carrying the dirty princess on his back as he left the abandoned factory.

Song Qinghuan had abandoned the kidnappers in the abandoned factory building for several days. It was raining in the twilight, and Little Qing Huan was shivering so cold that she wanted to fall asleep. When she was young, she watched too many TV shows, and she was afraid that people would fall asleep and not wake up.

The young boy said, "Don't sleep. When the rain stops, there will be rainbows. The rainbows are especially beautiful. When the time comes, we can look at them together."

Xu Ningzhou's finger lightly flicked on his forehead, waking up the Song Qinghuan who was lost in her memories. She came back to reality and didn't know when, but Xu Ningzhou had already arrived in front of her. The man bent down slightly with the usual carefree smile on his face and said: "What are you doing behind my back? "He took the initiative to stand up early in the morning?"

In an instant, the feeling from last night returned, and after being touched by his fingertip, Song Qinghuan's ears started to feel a little hot. She looked at Xu Ningzhou and shook her head, her gaze followed his finger, feigning a cough as she said, "No."

"Really?" It was rare for Xu Ningzhou to see Song Qinghuan's silly look. His heart trembled because of her cuteness, and he couldn't control his hand as he wanted to rub the hair on her head. Then, he noticed that Song Qinghuan had taken two steps back and her gaze fell on his hand.

Xu Ningzhou had already probed. Without arousing Song Qinghuan's disgust or disgust, Xu Ningzhou would make himself retreat to a place that Song Qinghuan felt was safe. He then retracted his hand and calmly turned to Song Qinghuan: "Go wash, I made a sandwich."

"Xu Ningzhou." Song Qinghuan did not move.

"Hmm?" Xu Ningzhou turned to look at her.

Song Qinghuan smiled, "I would like to eat scallion noodles."

"…" After staring blankly for less than three seconds, a doting smile appeared on Xu Ningzhou's face, "Then you're so lucky today. After eating the scallion noodles I made for you, your appetite will definitely be raised."

Song Qinghuan nodded and said: "I look forward to it."

In front of the washstand, the toothbrush had already been stuffed with toothpaste. Xu Ningzhou had prepared a set of white toiletries for her, while the other set was blue.

By the time Song Qinghuan had washed her face and rinsed her mouth, Xu Ningzhou had already cut the sandwich he made into a small triangle.

The man who said that he knew how to cook was checking his phone with both hands while taking out all the materials from the kitchen counter to prepare.

Song Qinghuan's footsteps were light and slow. When she arrived behind Xu Ningzhou, she purposely made a move. As expected, upon hearing her arrival, Xu Ningzhou immediately stood up and hid his phone in his pocket.

"Hiss." Xu Ningzhou suddenly stood up and bumped into Song Qinghuan's nose.

"Where did you hit? Let me see. " Xu Ningzhou immediately grabbed her wrist and was about to go check.

Song Qinghuan covered her nose and shook her head as she jokingly said, "Your back is quite tough."

Xu Ningzhou took off her hand and examined it without batting an eyelid, his eyes like he was looking at a precious treasure that he was yearning for, afraid of ruining Song Qinghuan.

Xu Ningzhou's eyes were very focused, as if he was really observing Song Qinghuan's nose. However, only he knew that his gaze was fixed on Song Qinghuan's slightly parted lips. Song Qinghuan's mouth was full, and her upper lip was full of bewitching beads.

Xu Ningzhou quickly diverted his attention, rubbing Song Qinghuan's head and said: "It's fine."

Song Qinghuan squinted her eyes and smiled brightly, "That's because my nose is real, otherwise you would have sent me to the hospital to make another one."

Why was she so cute? Xu Ningzhou took a deep breath and told herself not to panic.

"You go out first." Xu Ningzhou pushed her outside.

"Let me be your assistant." Song Qinghuan rolled up her sleeves as she said this. To be honest, in her previous life, she had lived a miserable life, but Song Qinghuan did not touch the Yang Spring Water, and neither did in this life. However, after seeing Xu Ningzhou check out the recipes online, she felt that both of them were in a bit of a suspense.

Make breakfast together? Then, he took out his apron and took the initiative to help Song Qing and Huanhuan tie it. After he did, Xu Ningzhou felt that he could no longer control himself as the apron completely exposed Song Qinghuan's slim waist.

Xu Ningzhou frowned and said, "You're too skinny. Did you not eat properly?"

Song Qinghuan blinked her eyes. Her vision was a little blurry and she stubbornly said: "The rice is not tasty."

"Then what's delicious?" Xu Ningzhou held a handful of spring onions and reached them under the water tap. A fair palm came from the side.

Song Qinghuan stood beside Xu Ningzhou. She was only as tall as his chest, and when she raised her head to speak, her scent was all over Xu Ningzhou's neck. She laughed and said, "The sandwiches you made were pretty tasty."

Xu Ningzhou placed the scallion on Song Qinghuan's palm, "I'll make it for you in the future."

He didn't dare say anything else, but he still had confidence in his sandwich.

The spring onion was rather clean. The food that Xu Ningzhou had prepared in this apartment had all been sent over by the supermarket commissioner.

In Song Qinghuan's hands, all of the green tassels and leaves had been plucked away, leaving only the white tassels. In Song Qinghuan's hands, there was a pitiful amount of green tassels and leaves.

"…" Xu Ningzhou laughed as he praised, "Big sis is so awesome. I picked it even cleaner than I did."

Xu Ningzhou felt that if Song Qinghuan continued to ruin the green onions, then the onion oil today would be a bit suspenseful. He thought for a while and said, "I've already prepared the contract. At the dining table, go take a look."

Song Qinghuan's eyes immediately lit up. She turned her head to look at Xu Ningzhou, "Can you do it yourself?"

"Sure."

Song Qinghuan immediately dropped the pitiful scallion in her hand and turned to run out. Xu Ningzhou grabbed her wrist and Song Qinghuan turned to look at him in confusion. Xu Ningzhou pulled her back and placed her under the tap, "Wash your hands."

Water poured down from their hands and Xu Ningzhou held Song Qinghuan's hand to wash her fingers. Her cute hands were soft and pretty like a work of art, and as expected, they were not suitable for entering the kitchen.

After wiping himself clean, Xu Ningzhou was satisfied. "It's done. Go."

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips as she stared at her finger that had just been washed clean. She turned around and walked out of the room.

"…" Witnessing this scene, Xu Ningzhou's eyes suddenly curved into a smile. Not only did he not make any sound in warning, he even secretly rubbed his hands and took out his phone, opening the recording. After recording for a few seconds, he returned the phone to his pocket, turned around, and quickly washed the poor little scallion and used the kitchen paper to dry it.