Sometimes she felt that Mo Shiqian was very persistent with her.
But after much deliberation, she couldn't figure out what the source of his persistence was.
Love
Or is he stubborn
Chi Huan got up and went to open the door.
Sure enough, a tall man stood at the door, carrying... well, a lot of things. What he could see at a glance was a lot of dishes.
Chi Huan, "..."
She glanced at what he was holding in his hand and said, "Are you free today, or are you prepared to come here every day if I don't let your chef come to cook for me?"
The man said calmly, "I'll come when I have time."
Chi Huan turned sideways and let him in, then took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet, then reached out to take the things in his hand.
He glanced at her hand, put all the bags on the carpet in the entrance hall, and said casually, "It's too heavy."
As soon as the man's tall body leaned down, Chi Huan could see the snowflakes falling on his coat. "Take off your clothes and hang them here. I'll get you some water."
As soon as Chi Huan turned around, the man stopped her from behind, "Huan Huan."
She turned around and said, "Huh?"
Then she saw a handsome and indifferent man wearing an imposing black coat, rummaging through a pair of vegetables and found, well...
One, no, two... roses, pulled them out and handed them to her.
His expression was quite unnatural, but he forced himself to be cold, "I remember that you have a vase at home, which is perfect for growing two flowers."
Chi Huan looked at it for a while, then reached out to take it, and couldn't help but laugh, "Are you... buying groceries as a gift?"
Mo Shiqian, “…”
The man's handsome face darkened and he ignored her. He lowered his head to pick up the vegetables on the ground, his expression still cold.
"Did you buy it...but if you buy two...is it buy one get one free?"
Chi Huan has collected many roses.
One flower, nine flowers, ninety-nine flowers, nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers.
Only one has not received two.
Is it really like buying groceries and getting one free or buying one and getting one free...
Mo Shiqian carried the dishes and entered the kitchen with a dark face.
The florist was really not good at delivering flowers. If he had known he should have bought a large bouquet - it was because he was holding vegetables in his hands that he thought he would not be able to hold a large bouquet, so he gave up the idea.
Chi Huan still put the flowers in the vase and sprinkled some water on them.
It was snowing outside the window, and the apartment was so clean that it was uninviting.
These two roses are placed in the living room. They are bright, bright and full of vitality, which makes people's eyes bright and inexplicably adds to their good mood.
Beautiful things always make people happy.
After arranging the flowers, Chi Huan turned around and made a cup of tea and gave it to the man who entered the kitchen as soon as he arrived. "You can drink it after it cools down a bit. Do you want me to help you?"
The man looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and said, "Come here and kiss me."
Chi Huan, "..."
Probably because he felt that she was not happy, he said lightly, "A kiss is fine."
She turned and walked out.
The man looked at her back with a gloomy expression.
Chi Huan returned to the living room, picked up the book he had put down casually, and continued reading.
But after looking at it, I still couldn't quite understand it, so I simply threw it aside and turned on the TV with the remote control.
There were some sporadic sounds in the kitchen, and after an unknown amount of time, a fragrance gradually wafted out.
Chi Huan had just eaten something casually at noon, but when he smelled this smell, he felt a little hungry without realizing it.
But as she sat on the sofa, listening to the men busy inside, she felt a little embarrassed...
He cooked noodles for her in the morning, packed her luggage in the morning, helped her move and sent her there personally, then went to work in the company, and even came over to cook dinner for her after work...
Although none of these were requested by her, and even if he didn't want her to do it herself, he could assign servants, drivers, and chefs to complete most of them. It was his choice to do it himself...
But, well... if it seemed to the onlookers, she was just too lazy...
She watched the noisy variety shows on TV and thought in a daze... If only he wasn't Lawrence's son, he would be great, making money and staying at home...
Guessing that it was almost time, she got up and walked towards the kitchen.
Just as she walked to the door, the man heard her footsteps. Without even looking at her, he said calmly, "Bring out two bowls to put the rice in. The bowls haven't been used for a long time. Rinse them with hot water."
"okay."
She took two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, went to the faucet of the floating platform to wash them again, and then filled them with rice.
When I turned on the rice cooker, a man's deep voice came from behind me again, "Don't burn it."
Chi Huan, "..."
She's not mentally retarded.
It was impossible for Mo Shiqian to suddenly become talkative after being taciturn for nearly twenty years. In the past few days, Chi Huan had basically been talking back when he spoke, and he almost never took the initiative to speak.
So the whole dinner was sumptuous, delicious, delicious and quiet.
Fortunately, the atmosphere is not very awkward, it is comfortable and comfortable, and the soup is filled with white mist, exaggerating a sense of peace and tranquility over time.
After the meal, Chi Huan said consciously, "You should go back first. If it is too late, the snow on the road will be deeper and it will be unsafe to drive. I can just clean up and wash it later."
Mo Shiqian only glanced at her and ignored her words.
The kitchen was cleaned up by him, as if it had never been used.
Chi Huan originally thought that he was going to stay very late, or even... stay here overnight, using the excuse that it was raining and the roads were slippery and it was dangerous to drive.
But after drinking half a cup of tea and resting for a while, he got up and said, "I'll come over tomorrow."
She nodded, "Oh, be careful on the road."
Mo Shiqian picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, looked sideways at her, frowned and said, "You didn't send me a text message today."
Chi Huan was stunned and didn't react for a moment, "Huh?"
The man stared at her with deep eyes and reminded patiently, "You said you would send me a text message this morning."
Only then did Chi Huan remember what she said in the morning -
[You can call me... I will also send you text messages when I have time, and we can also have dinner together when we are free... I can just move out and be like other lovers who don't live together for the time being... okay?]
She pursed her lips, "But I'll be at home all day, so I'll look for you if I have nothing to do."
The man was displeased, "You said you had time to send text messages, and you had time all day today, but you didn't send any."
Chi Huan, "..."
He did call her at noon and asked her if she had lunch and what she was doing. They chatted dryly for a few minutes...
"Okay, then you go back first, and I'll send you a text message when you're almost home."
Just texting and saying goodnight before going to bed is about as good as it gets.
He really doesn’t have a clear positioning of himself. With his noble and cool texting style, he treats words like gold... If he doesn’t have something to talk about, but just chats for the sake of chatting...
hehe.
I had to forgive him sixty times a minute before we could continue the conversation.