Once Tan Bengbeng came to his senses, he immediately pushed his head away.
Take a few steps back.
The usually calm person couldn't help but blush on his cheeks at this moment.
Staring at the eyes no matter when, there is no decent man.
She was really worried that he was uncomfortable, but he just pretended to be uncomfortable to tease her.
I wanted to leave him alone, so I turned around and left.
But when she thought that in two days, she would leave here, and he was the only one left in this house.
If his assistant didn't come over right away, in case he was sick or really dead, no one would see him.
Thinking of this, she stopped again.
"Are you really uncomfortable?"
"It was better at first, but when you stared at me just now, I felt dizzy again, and my chest was still a little stuffy. By the way, it might be because I ate cold dishes, and now my stomach is starting to hurt a little, ouch..."
Qi Yan was like singing a big show, in the blink of an eye, he was covering his head and pressing his stomach again.
It looked like it was about to die of pain.
The narrow corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneaked a peek at Tan Bengbeng's reaction from the corner of his eye.
Seeing that she seemed to be hesitating whether to come and see him, she immediately shouted louder.
"Shut up!" Tan Bengbeng frowned, walked to his side and supported him again.
His yelling gave her a headache.
Shouldn't men bleed but not cry
It's not that he feels a little uncomfortable, and he looks like he is going to die.
Weaker than her.
Tan Bengbeng had never seen a man who was more hypocritical than a woman. After yelling at him, he didn't know what to do with him.
On the other hand, Qi Yan successfully leaned into her arms again, and calmed down.
He just hugged her and didn't let go, like a hypocritical child who gets sick, "Uncomfortable..."
"Your fever has subsided." Tan Bengbeng reminded coldly.
The implication is that he doesn't even have a fever anymore, what else is there for him to feel uncomfortable
Qi Yan: "It's hard not to be able to eat the food you cooked for the first time."
Tan Bengbeng was startled, and narrowed his eyes, "You just said it's better than a cooking machine."
"That's because it's cold. If it's warm, it must be delicious." Qi Yan didn't mind slapping himself in the face at all, and changed his words quickly.
Tan Bengbeng didn't speak, but just looked down at him, not quite understanding what he meant by this sentence.
Does he want to eat her cooking now
"I can cook porridge for you."
Tan Bengbeng thought about it for a while, and then said.
With his current physical condition, it is most suitable to drink porridge.
It will not hurt the stomach and stomach pain.
"Then what should we do with these?" Qi Yan pointed to the cold dishes on the table in front of him.
Tan Bengbeng said very simply, "I can't eat it when it's cold, so I'll pour it out."
"No!" Qi Yan opened his lips without even thinking, and stretched out his hand to stop her, "This is the first time you've cooked for me, and it makes me feel bad."
"..."
Tan Bengbeng paused and looked at him impatiently.
After eating, he said his stomach hurts.
He also said he was uncomfortable when he fell down.
So what is he thinking
Tan Bengbeng is completely confused about what the person in front of him is thinking.
Tan Bengbeng: "Qi Yan, speak up if you have something to say."
This was the first time she called his name in such a coaxing tone.
Qi Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, and then suddenly grinned, "If you promise to cook me another meal, I will obey you."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
He made a fuss for a long time, just to let her cook for him again
Tan Bengbeng didn't think there was anything to worry about, so he readily agreed.