"Aren't you drunk?"
In the car, Shen Zhining looked at Sheng Jiaoyang with a half-smile.
Sheng Jiaoyang blinked, and she raised her hand to cover her forehead, "Oh, I'm still a little dizzy."
Sheng Jiaoyang's angrily favorable impression has taken effect this time. In the past, Shen Zhining would have been disgusted with this artificial look, but now not only did he not feel disgusted, there was also a slight smile in his eyes.
"No need to pretend."
He paused and said slowly: "I know very well how you look drunk."
Boom!
Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to hear the sound of his own sanity collapsing.
She couldn't help but think of that morning. He said, "That's how you bit my lip yesterday." He also said, "Last night, you said you liked me and asked me to kiss you. I refused, so you just..."
Pounced on him and bit his lip
What next
Sheng Jiaoyang bit her lip, secretly annoyed for the first time that her memory was too good, and that annoying dream lingered in her mind.
She turned around to look secretly, not wanting Shen Zhining to be looking at her too.
The gaze was as deep as a lake. It looked like an ancient well but was actually turbulent.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who thought she was not thin-skinned, turned red and had to find something to say to distract her. "what's for dinner?"
"what will you do?"
Sheng Jiaoyang thought about it seriously and replied seriously: "I can't do anything that normal people can do."
Shen Zhining stared at her for a while, probably because he had never seen someone with such poor cooking skills who could still speak so confidently.
"Um... It's not that I don't want to cook, it's just that I really can't. In the past, the beautiful girl ate the food I cooked and went straight to the hospital for gastric lavage." Sheng Jiaoyang said with twinkling eyes. This is indeed true. From then on, the beautiful girl didn't know how to cook. Don't let her touch the kitchen utensils.
"I saw the oil painting hanging on the balcony. The colors are very well adjusted." Shen Zhining said something irrelevant.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who was caught off guard by the compliment, was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you."
Shen Zhining, however, was minding his own business and said: "The wine you made is not bad, but it all needs to be mixed in proportion. A little difference will affect the whole thing. You can make these well, but you can't make a delicious dish. Dishes?"
"Uh..." Sheng Jiaoyang rolled his eyes and asked, "Then can you cook?"
Shen Zhining was silent.
Seeing him like this, Sheng Jiaoyang knew that he must have never cooked before. She continued: "Don't think cooking is just a word. There is a lot of knowledge in it. I think mixing wine and mixing paint are very simple. Master it well. The proportion of ingredients is good, but cooking is different. No one weighs the weight before adding salt and seasoning. The recipe only says one spoonful, a little, and an appropriate amount. Then the question becomes, how much is one spoonful? , how much is a little, and how much is an appropriate amount? There is also the heat, and how is the heat judged? In addition, the processing of ingredients is different, and the cooking techniques are also different. Cutting into cubes is suitable for simmering and stewing, while cutting into shreds is suitable for stir-frying. , there are too many aspects to pay attention to.”
"You know a lot about cooking."
"It's useless to understand. I will only find that I am even less suitable for cooking." Sheng Jiaoyang spread his hands and said in a helpless tone.
Sheng Jiaoyang was about to say something else, but suddenly the car made a sharp turn and she threw herself forward and plunged into Shen Zhining's arms.
"嗗—" The tires made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the ground.
The car pulled over and stopped. "Boss, are you okay?"
"What's wrong? Manjun?" Shen Zhining looked at the driver in the driver's seat.
"The truck that was driving in front suddenly braked."
Shen Zhining lowered the window and looked diagonally behind him, and soon he frowned. At the same time, the driver's voice sounded in the car: "It turns out there was a car accident."
Sheng Jiaoyang quickly left Shen Zhining's body. She saw the scene not far away through the glass behind the car.
The front of a truck knocked over a tricycle selling fruit, and a car behind it rear-ended into the rear of the truck. There was a little boy standing next to the smashed tricycle.
"Mom, mom..." came a cry that was louder than the last.
"Under the car... Brother Zhining, is there someone crushed under that car?" Sheng Jiaoyang grabbed Shen Zhining's arm.
"yes."
Without saying a word, Sheng Jiaoyang opened the door on the other side and ran out.
Shen Zhining's eyebrows and heart skipped a beat and he quickly got out of the car.
As soon as Sheng Jiaoyang approached, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. There was a trace of blood under the truck. One end of the blood stain was the lower body that was broken from the pelvis. Half of the body moved slightly under the wheels. Fruits were scattered on the ground, and some were crushed. It was shattered and the tricycle was completely deformed.
The truck driver had already gotten out and was frantically calling an ambulance with his cell phone. Several people gathered around him, taking photos and videos. But the little boy had already squatted next to the car, reaching out to pull and pull under the wheel. Half of the body facing down.
"Mother-"
A pair of hands covered her eyes from behind, and a soft sigh reached her ears. "stop looking."
Sheng Jiaoyang came back to her senses, but the child's hoarse and sharp shouts continued. She took a deep breath, raised her hand and took his hand away, turned to look at Shen Zhining, "I'm fine." After saying that, , she ran to hug the little boy away.
"Mom, I want mom—" The dirty little boy struggled desperately in Sheng Jiaoyang's arms, and soon her quality clothes were stained and wrinkled. The blood on his hands wiped all over Sheng Jiaoyang's body. .
Sheng Jiaoyang exerted all his strength to hold the child in his arms, "Be good, the ambulance is coming soon."
"Mom, mom..." The child was still shouting hoarsely. The child who looked like he was only four or five years old actually already knew something. His voice was full of grief and despair.
A person who was recording the video trotted forward with a mobile phone and asked in a surprised voice: "Are you Xu Jiaojiao?"
Sheng Jiaoyang frowned and said displeasedly: "Don't record it, please leave some dignity to the mother of the child!"
"Oh." The man quickly put away his phone.
After telling the driver Man Jun to check the real situation of the person under the truck, Shen Zhining walked up to Sheng Jiaoyang and stretched out his hand: "Give him."
It's really hard to hold a four or five-year-old child. After a while, Sheng Jiaoyang's hands became weak. Seeing Shen Zhining coming to hold the child, Sheng Jiaoyang wanted to hand over the child, but he didn't expect the little boy. His hands kept tugging on her clothes.
"Go back to the car first," Shen Zhining said.
Sheng Jiaoyang walked back to Shen Zhining's car with the little boy in his arms. The driver Man Jun had also returned. He shook his head, indicating that the person under the car was hopeless.
"Please don't take pictures." Man Jun looked serious and stood in front of several people who were following him.
"Is that man Xu Jiaojiao's boyfriend?"
Manjun just blocked it and didn't answer.
In the car, the shouts of the little boy lying in Sheng Jiaoyang's arms had stopped, and the only sound in the car was the pitiful whimpering of the child.
Shen Zhining looked at her in embarrassment in silence, with an unclear look in his eyes.