After Qiao Nian came out, he walked to the bed and picked up the mobile phone that was thrown on the quilt. Just as he was about to walk to the desk to turn on the computer, he heard a knock on the door.
She remembered that Ye Wangchuan had told her before that he would come up to find her.
He looked up at the door and said, "It's not locked, come in."
She walked to the desk, opened her laptop, pulled out a chair and prepared to sit down.
Then she saw someone coming in from outside, holding a bowl of something hot. The porcelain white bowl was placed in front of her. Qiao Nian looked down and saw the fragrant white porridge inside. She was stunned for a moment and looked up at the person who handed her the food: "Did you cook it?"
"Or else?" Ye Wangchuan prepared a dish of side dishes for her in addition to the porridge. The overall dish was very light: "The auntie who cooks at this time is not here, so I have to do it myself."
He put down his chopsticks, pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the girl with a handsome look, "Your stomach is not good, eat something first."
Qiao Nian sat down silently, picked up the chopsticks and tried the taste.
It's a very homely and light flavor. She didn't like this kind of light southern flavor before, and always felt it was boring.
She prefers flavors that stimulate her taste buds, such as hot pot and spicy chicken.
But on this evening, as she ate the porridge and side dishes that Ye Wangchuan had cooked himself, she suddenly felt that the light taste was not so unacceptable.
At least she finished it.
Qiao Nian is not the type to eat fast, but he is not someone who likes to be coy about such things.
After Qiao Nian finished his porridge and side dishes, he felt a warm feeling in his stomach. He relaxed his brows and looked at someone: "You came to me to talk to me?"
"Drink some water first."
Ye Wangchuan handed her a bottle of water at just the right time and carefully unscrewed the cap.
Qiao Nian looked at the water he handed over and always felt as if she was being taken care of as Chenchen, but she still stretched out her fair hand to take it.
"You want to ask why I didn't tell Ji Lingfeng that it was me who helped?"
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows when he saw her drink some water obediently. His eyes were beautifully raised under his extremely long eyelashes: "If I ask you, will you tell me?"
Qiao Nian nodded honestly and said naturally: "If you ask me, I will tell you."
This sentence is more lethal than love words.
Ye Wangchuan took the water from her, screwed the lid on for her and put it on the table beside her, then he said slowly: "I won't ask."
"You can do whatever you want."
Qiao Nian had just taken a shower and eaten, so he was feeling sleepy and absent-minded. But when he heard his low and casual voice, he somehow became much more clear-headed.
A pair of clear eyes stared at him.
Ye Wangchuan was stunned by her staring at him. He unconsciously raised his hand to touch his tall nose bridge and was about to ask her what was wrong.
I thought there was something dirty on my face.
The girl blinked quickly and shook her head in annoyance: "Nothing."
Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows, realized something, and looked at her again.
Qiao Nian seemed to be looking away more and more because of him, but she felt that there was no need to be afraid to look at him, so she turned her head and met his gaze.
In a split second, her eyes slid down, her throat moved up and down, but she still followed her heart and suddenly stood up and moved closer.
The soft lips touched and then separated again.
Qiao Nian's nonchalant face showed a rare sign of evasion. He put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly, "I think I should thank you, but saying thank you is too vulgar."
(End of this chapter)