He slowly poured the opened wine into the wine glass, put down the wine bottle, twisted the cup holder and shook it gently: "As for letting you get drenched in the rain, it's really my unintentional mistake, this house is indeed not mine, and I am just staying temporarily, I was taking a shower when you called, so I ......"

Before he could finish explaining, he frowned, stared thoughtfully at the red liquid in the cup, and was silent for a few seconds before lifting the cup and drinking it all.

Although I don't know why he didn't continue the rest of the words, I can't help but be a little worried about the rhythm of his rapid pouring, wine is not a good thing after all.

"What kind of wine are you drinking on a big night!" I jumped out of my chair and stopped his arm as he tried to pour the wine.

He smiled and squinted, leaned against the bar, supported his cheeks, and asked tenderly, "Are you worried about me?"

Suddenly, I realized that my impatient behavior was a little inappropriate, so I indifferently retracted my hand, turned around barefoot, walked to the chair, picked up the bottle of mineral water through my loose long sleeves in a panic, unscrewed the cap and drank it without thinking.

This kind of subconscious unintentional behavior made me annoyed and angry, and I had already made up my mind to keep my distance from him, and this sudden concern would definitely cause him to misunderstand, and I was really dizzy.

A hand suddenly pulled away the mineral water bottle from my mouth, and the pure water that I habitually wanted to come out of it flowed down the corner of my mouth to my throat and into the neckline.

As he raised his hand, he turned him over, and the fingers on his shoulder slid recklessly down his collarbone into the collar......

I was stunned, quickly pressed the restless fingers in the neckline, and asked reprimandingly, "What are you doing?"

He casually withdrew his fingertips, rubbed the wet water stains all the way to the corners of my lips, and said serious nonsense: "What can you do? Help you clean up your saliva pocket!"

I lifted his hand with a cold face, rolled my eyes at the innocent and clean face, and said, "Nonsense, how can I salivate, you have ......"

Suddenly, the thick aroma of wine invaded my nose, and the smell of wine smeared in my mouth, and his kiss stopped my next words.

I pushed Sang away, holding back my anger, and said angrily: "Yanyan, you ......"

He shrugged his shoulders and made a joking look, interrupting: "This kiss is just my payment for helping you change your clothes."

Hearing the sound, my cheeks involuntarily flushed and heated, my teeth bit my lip, stared at him with a calm face, and was silent.

I knew that there was nothing he could do but help me change my clothes while unconscious, but now, being said by him so frivolously made me feel ashamed, yes, I am a very conservative woman at heart.

He looked at me more displeased, snorted, put away the joke in embarrassment, scratched the back of his head, and changed the subject and asked, "Are you hungry?

I didn't know whether to be angry or not, so I rubbed for a while, and answered with a straight face and a low moan.

When he saw that I had softened my temperament, he picked me up even more horizontally, and I was shocked and hurriedly hooked his neck, for fear of falling.

"Yan Yan, you can go by yourself!" I said coldly.

"Barefoot is not good for your health!" he replied grinning, walking towards the staircase.

"Then I'll put on my shoes!"

"There's only one pair at home!" a speechless answer was thrown at me

......

Stepping into the dining room, a black stone dining table that can accommodate more than a dozen people came into view, this is the first time I have seen such a large dining table, I looked around at this extravagant kitchenware, raised my eyes and asked curiously: "Is it very profitable to be a star?"

He looked down at me in his arms, couldn't help laughing, and reluctantly emphasized repeatedly: "This house belongs to my uncle, I just borrowed it." ”

"Oh~" I blinked my eyelashes and looked around again.

He put me on the guide table in the kitchen, and I pulled the clothes on my legs, trying to pull my whole leg in, but after several attempts to no avail, I had to hold on to the edge of the table and hang my head and shrink my feet.

He didn't notice my shyness, took out a frying pan from the cupboard, and took out two pieces of beef from the refrigerator with multiple doors, and skillfully defrosted, deodorized and other processes.

Listening to the crackling frying sound, the rich fragrance continued to waft out, I sat next to the fragrance and looked at the soft and smooth steak, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and my stomach couldn't stand the temptation, and kept screaming.

He squinted and sneered, "I'm really hungry."

I looked away in embarrassment, and after a while, I moved my eyes back into the pot and swallowed again.

He held the shovel and said coldly: "I like the way you look now, you are more studently than your usual old makeup", between the words, he turned the pot upside down, the steak jumped up, turned over in mid-air and fell back into the pot, and said: "I want to occupy you tomorrow!"

I was obsessed with this smooth operation, and I was sluggish for a while, and then I reacted slowly: "No!"

His expression did not change because of my refusal, but calmly took the pepper grater, squeaked and sprinkled it on the steak, and continued without hurry: "Why don't you negotiate a deal, exchange your tomorrow for my normal shooting the day after tomorrow, how about it?"

I looked at the handsome side face indifferently, and said lightly, "Isn't this a threat?"

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a wicked smile: "Okay! You say it's a threat, that's a threat......! Threatening deals to talk about?"

As soon as the sound fell, the two fried steaks were divided into plates, and he bent down to open the sterilization cabinet and took out a serrated knife and a saucer.

I deliberately focused on the fragrant steak to avoid the problem, but unbeknownst to him, he dragged the two plates back a few steps, and stood silently in the corner to cut the steak alone.

In the silence, only knives and forks were heard, and the air was filled with the smell of meat.

“...... Yes...... Will we talk after eating?" I couldn't resist the temptation of good food.

He still bowed his head and cut quietly, unmoved by my words.

The roar of my stomach grew louder and louder, and I touched my shriveled stomach and promised, "...... There can be no non-dividing actions,...... Okay?"

Still silent, he finished cutting off the remaining bits of the plate.

I lost too much blood and didn't eat a drop of rice, so I inevitably felt a little impulsive when I saw the food, and when I was about to lean over and jump off the guide platform, I was stopped by a "don't move".

I stared at him with wide eyes, and a plate of even steak pieces was displayed in front of me.

I couldn't help but be happy, opened my mouth, straightened my waist, picked up the plate he handed me with my long sleeves, and put a piece in my mouth with my bare hands.

He touched my messy hair and smiled dotingly: "With a fork, there are a lot of bacteria on your hands." ”

The corners of his mouth stiffened, and his bare feet folded happily stopped uncomfortably and re-shrank his knuckles, biting his lip and answering "um"

He smiled, bent down again to open the sterilizer, took a fork and handed it to me.