She was embarrassed, and suddenly felt that when the top card was eating, whether it was face-to-face, on the phone now, or the voice that came from the headset, there were some... cute, some... cute...
Covering your face, what a weird idea TT.
"It's settled?" Mo Qingcheng confirmed with her.
"Hmm..." She looked at the series of addresses, the series of top cards and the home address with the most beautiful murderous intent, and she had a more subtle feeling.
The first appointment with her is five o'clock in the afternoon.
She touched the place according to the address and wanted to call the first card as agreed. She happened to encounter a resident who opened the iron door from inside. She thought about it, put her phone away, and walked in while the door was still open.
Actually... It's okay to go upstairs by yourself, and someone will pick you up when you go downstairs. It's a little hypocritical TT.
The elevator stopped on the twenty-fourth floor. She walked out the door and found that the layout here is very good. There are only two residents on this floor. She followed the porter number, found the right door, and breathed gently to make herself not nervous.
Suddenly there was a burst of laughter, and the voices of several people were mixed together...
Great, there are many people there.
When she pressed the doorbell, she heard someone calling "extremely beautiful, go and open the door", and there was a faint voice of exquisite complaint, and the door was suddenly opened, which was absolutely beautiful.
"So early?" Jumei’s killing intent signaled her, with slippers beside, "We are playing mahjong, and Mo Qingcheng is cooking in the kitchen. Don’t be polite, scream, I’m going to kill Quartet soon, so I won’t say hello. is you."
Gu Sheng said, Jumei had already ran back to the balcony very rudely, and sat down at the mahjong table.
She changed her slippers and saw six or seven people around the mahjong table, some participating in the battle, some onlookers, all of them quickly greeted Gu Sheng and continued to fight.
Everyone treats her like an old friend, and she feels relieved instantly.
That’s... I hesitated for a few seconds between watching them play mahjong or going to the kitchen, that is, in these few seconds, after seeing the frosted glass in the kitchen, a figure flickered.
Mo Qingcheng actually carried a fish in his right hand, so he walked to the sliding door of the kitchen and said hello to her: "Why don't you call me first?"
His shirt was over his elbows, both hands were dripping with water, and the blue apron he wore on his body was not everywhere to announce to the world. The leading adult in the allure was cooking... Gu Sheng saw a little bit. Frozen, then I remembered that he said he likes to cook by himself: "When I went downstairs when someone opened the door, I just came in..."
"That's great," Feng Yasong said softly and yawned, "What are you polite? You are welcome."
"Yes, I'm being polite every day, how do I live?" Wwwwk took the remote control at hand and turned the temperature down a bit higher, "It's not an outsider."
Everyone was joking, and Doudoudoubing suddenly probed from behind the top card and pushed his shoulder: "Master top card, get out of the way." When the top card staggered, she saw her walking out with a plate of bright red strawberries. Obviously It was cleaned just now. While eating, she walked up to Shengsheng, picked up one and handed it to her mouth: "It's very sweet."
Gu Sheng was embarrassed by the ridicule, and bit the strawberry, huh.
It's very sweet.
Very sweet...
Doudoudoubing laughed: "Do you want to see us playing mahjong, or to see the top brand cooking?"
"I... help him."
Let her be ridiculed all the time, she can't handle it... It's better to go to the kitchen and face the top card.
"Well, go," Doudoudoubing shrugged, "but he is a chef, so he doesn't need to help at all."
Gu Sheng silently put his backpack on the sofa in the living room, feeling that the top card was still standing at the door of the kitchen. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "May I help you?"
He stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly smiled: "No."
"For example, help you wash the vegetables? I can cut the vegetables." She begged for mercy to watch him, wanted to follow him into the kitchen, and didn't want to be watched on the balcony...
Mo Qingcheng looked at her for another two seconds, then moved his eyes to the refrigerator in the corner of the living room: "Would you like to drink water? I am also a little thirsty. Take out the orange juice from the refrigerator and let's drink it together?"
"Okay." She turned around, went to open the refrigerator door, and took out a box.
I heard Feng Yasong shouting in the excitement behind him: "Voice, we are also thirsty~"
"There are four boxes of orange juice in the refrigerator. Go get it yourself." Mo Qingcheng simply rejected the application, turned and went into the kitchen. Gu Sheng decisively chose not to hear it, and followed him into the kitchen.
His kitchen is very large, as if it is just for food.
The utensils are all available. The kitchen is decorated mainly in white and warm orange. It looks particularly warm under the light. She took two glasses from the cup holder, poured half a cup of each, and took a sip.
It's cold and sweet, very comfortable.
When he wanted to pass his cup to him, he found that he was already in the pool and continued to tidy up the fish, meticulously and very neatly... The point is, he didn't have a hand to hold the cup...
But... he said... he was thirsty...
She tangled, looked at his profile, hesitated for a while, finally picked up the glass and walked to the pool, and asked him softly, "Do you want to drink orange juice?"
With just a few words, I panicked.
Even if he was afraid that he would not drink, he would reject himself, and he was afraid that he would drink, then he would have to...
Mo Qingcheng raised his head and glanced at her, then moved his gaze to the glass, and gave a very concise hum.
T. T...
She held the glass, leaned over slowly, touched his lips, and then raised the bottom of the glass very cautiously, letting the orange juice slowly flow into his mouth.
She was breathing slowly...
Try to look only at the glass, not at the face close at hand.
My hands are soft, I can't hold the cup TT...
"okay, thank you."
He stopped drinking, and his lips left the mouth of the cup.
"Need not."