When the fragrant porridge began to fill the air, Ruan Qingqing was relieved, and when he turned around inadvertently, he saw the face with a complicated expression. Shu Miaoju
"The porridge will be ready soon. Go ahead and wait a while."
She said faintly, took out a little green vegetables from the refrigerator, washed them, and fry them.
At midnight, there was a crackling sound from the kitchen, and then, the unique fragrance of green vegetables glanced over.
Looking at the busy figure, still maintaining the original posture, the corners of Tse Zhenting's lips curled up, as if he was aware of it. At this time, his stomach screamed "grumbling..." .
When the last tomato and egg came out of the pot, Ruan Qingqing exhaled a long breath, turned around, and saw that he was still standing there, thinking he was hungry, so she quickly brought the fried dishes to the table.
"Eat"
Passing the chopsticks into his hand, she said softly, turned around and filled him with a bowl full of porridge.
If it was the past, Zhenting Tse would dismiss all of this. I don't know why, but in such a deep night, I feel moved inexplicably.
There were countless women by his side, but never one would ask him if he was full and dressed warmly. Only she would cook him a meal by himself, even if he didn't even look at it.
"You also have some food together."
Seeing her small body that would be blown away by the wind, he sighed silently, and couldn't help wondering if he had really taken her too much before. If she hadn't met him, maybe she would have a happy life like many women now.
"I'm not hungry, I ate a lot at night."
After speaking, Ruan Qingqing turned around silently, but when he passed by his side, he suddenly grabbed his arm, "Sit down and accompany me."
In the fine white porcelain bowl, the white porridge was steaming hot. I don't know if it was really hungry, and I felt that the fragrance was particularly attractive.
After confirming that she would not leave, Xie Zhenting slowly released her hand, took a sip of porridge from the bowl, and a warm feeling spread through the throat to the limbs.
Unlike the cookie-cutter taste outside, the porridge in this bowl is full of home taste.
When thinking like this, the bowl of porridge had already seen the bottom, and she handed the bowl to her hand, "Give me another bowl."
After wiping his lips, he whispered. When she got up, the chopsticks had already picked up a green vegetable and put it into her mouth.
This evening, Zhen Ting Xie drank three bowls of porridge in a row. By the way, he ate the two dishes upright, ate the last grain of rice into his mouth, and touched his full stomach. He exhaled contentedly.
Looking at him, Ruan Qingqing didn't say anything, just got up and put the bowls and plates into the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and just wanted to wash it out. Her two arms were already wrapped around her waist, that unique masculine breath. Just passed it over.
"You go out first, I will wash the dishes."
Ruan Qingqing became a little uncomfortable because of his sudden approach.
For this man, she doesn't think that a meal alone can buy it.
"Let's let it go, wait for Mom Zhang to come tomorrow and let her wash."
With his face rubbing against her back, Xie Zhenting murmured, I don't know if the bowl of porridge really worked, and now he doesn't feel any pain in his stomach, but he still feels a very comfortable feeling.
Knowing his stubbornness, Ruan Qingqing put down the bowl in his hand, rinsed his hands clean, and was pushed out of the kitchen by him.
"Are you sleepy now?"
The probe glanced at her, and Xie Zhenting asked softly, this woman is like this, and it will never be possible for people to guess the true thoughts in her heart.
"It's okay"
Not knowing what he wanted to do, Ruan Qingqing just responded casually.
"How about we chat, how about it?"
Looking at her without blinking, Tse Zhenting said cheerfully.
"to chat with?"
Hearing what he said, Ruan Qingqing was stunned for a moment, looked up, and the hour hand quietly pointed to three o'clock in the morning.
"Yes, chat."
Pushing her down on the sofa, Xie Zhenting sat cross-legged beside her, his eyes were shining, but in such a deep night, he suddenly had an urge to speak.
After swallowing hard, Ruan Qingqing opened his mouth, but did not say a word.
to chat with.
She chatted with him.
Just thinking like this makes people feel very strange.
"Why don't you talk about yourself, I remember you don't seem to have parents, how about them?"
The whole person leaned on the sofa, Xie Zhenting waited for her answer, and suddenly wanted to know what was hiding in her heart.
"They died, when I was ten years old."
Looking ahead, Ruan Qingqing said with a calm face. He thought it would be heartache, but when he didn't want to say it, he was particularly calm.
"what?"
Hearing her words, Xie Zhenting frowned unconsciously. Just when he was about to ask something more, Ruan Qingqing suddenly coughed violently.
He straightened up quickly, he kept slapping her back, until the coughing subsided, he got up and poured her a glass of water, tested the temperature of the water, and delivered it to her if it was not cold or hot.
"Drink some"
Seeing her frowning eyebrows, he whispered softly, and there were some unknown things in his eyes that were different.
"Thank you"
Taking a long breath, Ruan Qingqing took the water glass and thanked him in a low voice, and took the edge of the glass to his lips and took a shallow sip.
Standing there quietly, watching her sip down most of the glass of water, Tse Zhenting took the cup and said, "Go, go upstairs and rest."
He looked at him with a puzzled look, but Ruan Qingqing didn't say anything, so he walked upstairs in a half embraced by him.
Until she lay in sex, she still didn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Zhenting Tse's gourd? Or is he waiting for her to slowly adapt to him before giving her a fatal blow
"Go to sleep, stop thinking about it, I'm not as unbearable as you think."
Tuck the quilt carefully for her, and then, Xie Zhenting also opened the quilt and lay in, and then forcefully hugged her into his arms.