serious.
But no matter what, Ye Zhao's feeling is extremely keen.
Every foggy day, Luo Xiaochen, a member of the Three No Personnel, could only roll around to hug Ye Zhao's thigh in order to have a bite to eat.
In fact, Ye Zhao's cooking skills are not very good, but they are meticulous and treat every dish with the attitude of treating scientific experiments. Although the speed is a bit slow, at least it looks very beautiful when cooked, which is similar to the demonstration picture on the recipe. The basics are not bad. As for the taste, it is enough to feed a creature like Luo Xiaochen anyway.
When it was getting dark, Ye Zhao received a call from Luo Xiaochen. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose while pressing the call button.
As soon as it was connected, Luo Xiaochen's breathless voice came over: "The elevator... is down, you... you go downstairs... huh... come and help... hu... take... something... huh."
Ye Zhao wondered: "What are you doing, why are you panting like this? Wait a minute, I'll go down now."
When he was in college, Luo Xiaochen's favorite thing to do was to show his six-pack abs by hanging on the bed after taking a shower. After work, although he doesn't often exercise his abs and his abs have formed a piece, but no matter what, a man in his late thirties wouldn't pant like this after carrying a few bags of vegetables, right? !
All the way down from the 10th floor, Ye Zhao finally saw Luo Xiaochen, who was as tired as a dead dog, at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, two big convenience bags of ingredients on the ground, and a man buried on his back that seemed to be in a coma... A man .
Ye Zhao looked at the two humanoid objects blankly, and said, "Yes, I didn't even know you were a part-time trafficker."
"No, I... I just went to park the car, then... Then I saw... at the gate... of the community... He was down there..." Luo Xiaochen probably carried him all the way, and was still out of breath.
The man's face was buried on his shoulders, and he couldn't see his appearance. He might be only taller or shorter than Luo Xiaochen. I don't know where the black coat is on my body, but I can see that the material is good.
Luo Xiaochen took a long breath and finally slowed down a bit: "Nima is so big, what is he doing! I'm exhausted! ... Hey, Ye Zhao, what's your expression like? No, didn't you recognize who he was? !"
Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "He didn't show his face, should I know him?"
"Ah?" Luo Xiaochen tilted his head, leaned, and then reached out to lift the other person's head off his shoulder.
Ye Zhao was stunned when he saw that face.
Without the cover of his glasses, he looked a little less cold and hard, and the expression with his eyes wide open, a little surprised and a little dazed was really rare for him.
It wasn't until Luo Xiaochen said "Ow", "I said, Uncle Ye, have you rewarded me? My hand is about to break!" He didn't come back.
I saw him regain his usual indifferent expression, walked over, bowed slightly, pinched the man's chin with his slender fingers and lifted it a little, staring coldly at the man's eyes with eyes that could freeze the seams of a person's bones. Face.
The person being watched frowned with sharp eyebrows, closed his eyes, fell into a coma, and felt nothing.
Ye Zhao watched for a while, then smiled suddenly.