"What's wrong?" Song Zhenghui looked at Qiu Yiqing with a nervous face, she wasn't worried about Qiu Yiqing's injury or anything, but such a loud noise was particularly harsh in the quiet of the night, and she was going to find her downstairs to settle the account.

"What, nothing, nothing, didn't pay attention to touch the shovel to the ground. Come in, I'll serve it to you. Qiu Yiqing was afraid that Song Zhenghui would be suspicious, so he hurriedly urged him to go in, how could he still have the heart to look at the situation in the pot.

"Qiu Yiqing, why is there a mushy smell, ah! Hurry up and turn off the fire!" Smoke began to rise from the sides of the pot, giving off a smell of burnt food.

Qiu Yiqing hurriedly turned off the fire, casually picked up the lid of the pot to cover the smell inside, his face was a little unbearable, and he coughed embarrassedly.

"You go in first, I've done it a lot before, I'm familiar with it. ”

Song Zhenghui stood there and sighed lightly, "Forget it, I'll do it myself." It's three o'clock, don't sleep if you toss again. ”

Qiu Yiqing was willing to give up such a good opportunity, patted his chest, his face was full of confidence, "It's okay, I'll just sleep for three hours." I'll do it for you, and if you're sleepy, fall asleep first. ”

Song Zhenghui began to regret it, was she stupid to agree to be with him. Look at it like this, you can't do anything, you even stumble over the bowl of noodles, and you still want to save face.

Thinking of this, he was in a bad mood, bypassed Qiu Yiqing, changed his pot to boil water and boiled noodles, and tried his best to block Qiu Yiqing's noisy words throughout the whole process.

"Hey, you say something, I'll really do it. ”

"I don't lie to you, it's so easy to cook noodles, elementary school students can do it. ”

"Really, I just wanted to make a deluxe version, and I just missed it. ”

"If you don't believe it, I'll do it for you every day, and it's not the same. ”

When Song Zhenghui heard this, he felt funny, and looked up at him nervously, "Aren't the noodles the same?"

Qiu Yiqing grinned and stammered, "No...... No, not the same meal. ”

This made her interested and deliberately said yes.

"Okay, I don't ask for three meals a day, just this meal every night. It's too late for you to regret it now. ”

Song Zhenghui said this just to see how embarrassed he looked, how could he, as a regional president, have time to cook dinner for her. Even if you make dinner, you can't make it every day.

After saying that, he looked at Qiu Yiqing with a cute face like watching a good show, and couldn't help but secretly slander, let you behave, let you want face, and see how you end.

Qiu Yiqing really didn't expect that he said so many things just to let Song Zheng Hui take care of him, but as soon as he finished saying this, he attracted her attention. It's a fool's dream, and the key is that the dinner is not the same every day...... This is a problem for him.

Looking at Song Jung-hye's ill-intentioned smiling face, how could he be as proud as he could easily say no?!

"Okay, that's it. Don't regret it, you just wait and eat. After speaking, I suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and I took a few breaths to feel more comfortable.

Song Zheng Hui was happy, and laughed hahahaha. "Qiu Yiqing, why are you so good-looking. Cooking is a hassle, and you probably don't have time. ”

Qiu Yiqing ignored her ridicule, "You wait and see, it's a big deal that I'll arrange dinner for you now." ”

Song Zhenghui was careful, and saw a large dark red patch on Qiu Yiqing's hand at a glance, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Xu was too nervous just now, Qiu Yiqing didn't notice the wound on his hand that was burned by hot oil, and he only reacted when Song Zhenghui touched it like this.

Before Song Zhenghui could take a closer look, she wanted to pull the hand she was holding, "It's okay, maybe I just didn't pay attention to the burn." Eat noodles, are you hungry?"

Song Zhenghui is really convinced, why is she so twisted. What can you do if you are soft, and you won't be tired of holding it like this.

dragged Qiu Yiqing to the bathroom, took out a piece of toothpaste, carefully applied it to the wound, and asked, "Does it hurt?" I'll buy you a scalding cream tomorrow. It should be fine. ”

Qiu Yiqing looked at Song Zhenghui who was blowing on the wound, his heart was warm, he didn't notice what she was saying, he just stared down at her stupidly, as if he wanted to carve her into his heart.

Song Zhenghui felt puzzled, and raised her head to see what he was doing without thinking about it, Qiu Yiqing's face was very close, and she only felt a chill in her mouth, her face happened to be on Qiu Yiqing's face, and her mouth was completely attached to his lips as if it was aimed.

This cold made Qiu Yiqing wake up all of a sudden, his head was buzzing, Song Zhenghui in front of him seemed to be very unreal, they were so close that he could even see the fluff on her face, and the faint fragrance on her body fascinated him. His breath began to burn, and he couldn't help but take her lips in his mouth, and then gently wrap them around the tip of her tongue. Everything seems to be instinctive, Qiu Yiqing recalled afterwards that he was amazed at his potential, and he could be so perfect for the first time.

Song Zhenghui once thought that he had lost the ability to think, his face was flushed, fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, and he trembled to bear Qiu Yiqing's love......

"Knock knock—"

An urgent knock on the door broke the atmosphere between the two people.