His thoughts were a little intense, and the scene from last night broke into his mind unexpectedly. Although he did not break through the last line of defense, he had almost done what he should have done.
Nalan Chunbo coughed lightly, turned around and continued to serve soup to cover up his already red cheeks, "Why did you come out?"
Wenshan pursed her lips. Shouldn't she come over and help her immediately
angry!
Nalan Chunbo wanted to go over and help her, but he was embarrassed to find that he had feelings just by looking at her like this.
And he didn't want to scare Wenshan, and her waist was still injured.
"It just hurts a little, not that much, and I can still walk." Wenshan said in a muffled voice, standing at the door of the kitchen and looking at the man inside. She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to ask something, but she didn't dare to ask, afraid of the answer she would hear. Not what she wanted.
Nalan Chunbo poured the soup out and looked back at Wenshan. He was stunned for a moment, then put the soup down again and helped her walk to the restaurant. "Sit tight. I'll bump into you and get hurt again." Nalan Chunbo said, He went to the living room and got a pillow to cushion her behind.
Wenshan sat on the sofa and looked at the man who came into the kitchen to serve food. She felt that it was her father who was taking care of her daughter.
Four dishes and one soup is a relatively safe cuisine. At least there is nothing that Wenshan doesn't like, but there is nothing she particularly likes to eat.
Nalan Chunbo sat down next to her and handed her the chopsticks, "Just tell me what you want to eat in the future and I will cook it for you."
"Hey, do you think that when we get along like this, you treat me like a child?" Wenshan finally couldn't help but ask.
Nalan Chunbo paused while picking up vegetables, and after a moment he looked at Wenshan: "Am I not your Nalan father?"
But this father is not that father. This father is an intellectual father, a cultural father, not a real father.
Nalan Chunbo looked at Wenshan with an expression of 'I'm very wronged but I don't know what to say', and put the food in her rice bowl, "It's my duty to take care of you, and you were injured today, otherwise I would I don’t think we are like this now.”
Nalan Chunbo said seriously, but Wenshan, who had always been full of clues, instantly understood Nalan Chunbo's words, and her face turned the color of pig liver.
"What should it look like if it's not like this?" Wenshan lowered her head to eat and spoke in a low voice.
Nalan Chunbo turned the job in his hand and looked at the shy girl who lowered her head. The depressed mood just now disappeared, "I thought you would understand, Wenshan, I have no intention of having a spiritual relationship with you."
This can be said to be very straightforward.
What else is there besides spirit
There are also things that cannot be written if they are harmonized!
"I'm not young anymore. If you are willing, I think we will have children after we get married." Nalan Chunbo's words were even more straightforward than before.
Wenshan looked up, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead from eating.
"How can you be considered older if you haven't taken care of your elder brother yet?" Nalan Chunbo's official age is four years younger than Gu Juexi, which Wenshan knows.
Nalan Chunbo: "..."
How to explain this? He is several months older than Gu Juexi.
And it was If who was a few months older than Gu Juexi, not him.
Nalan Chunbo was about to explain something when his cell phone in the living room rang. He said "Wait a minute" to Wen Shan, then got up and answered the phone. The person over there didn't know what he said. Nalan Chunbo looked at Wen Shan. Shan's face darkened a bit.