"I haven't touched a design for a long time, do you really give it to me? aren't afraid I'll smash it?

"Flower pity, take out your talent, take out all your likes and tastes, and treat the design of this house as your child, Brother Cheng believes in you!" With the cold coffee, Cheng Shaobai raised his glass to Hua Pity, expressing his absolute trust.

After hesitating for a moment, Hua Pity smiled, "Thank you for your trust, I will definitely do my best!"

Maybe if you try, your dream is not far away, and maybe it can be completed at such a moment, and the flower pity quietly cheers herself up in the bottom of her heart.

Refusing Cheng Shaobai's invitation to dinner, Hua pity folded the drawings neatly in her bag and took a taxi to leave.

While sitting in the car, Hua Pity has quickly arranged her time in her heart, as long as Kong Chengyi is not at home and does not need her to accompany her to attend various occasions, she still has plenty of time, and it is not difficult for her to use such time, maybe she can really design Cheng Shaobai's house well.

The car drove across the bustling streets, bypassing the long streets and quickly returning to Xiaoyueju.

"Driver, get down here!" looked up at the window, it happened to be the door of a large supermarket, and Hua Pitian hurriedly asked the driver to stop.

I forgot how long it had been since I had been strolling around the supermarket with my shopping cart so easily, and at this time, the flower pity seemed to be as excited as a child entering the supermarket for the first time, attracted by the dazzling array of ingredients.

She wanted to buy some fresh ingredients and cook herself a good dinner, and in her subconscious, a happy designer should be able to create at will, and then take into account the appearance of a virtuous woman, who must be able to go to the kitchen, and must be able to capture a man's stomach and taste.

Pushing the shopping cart to the food area, Hua Pity excitedly felt that everything she needed was what she needed, whether it was fresh vegetables and fruits or meat that had been cut into boxes.

Carefully identifying them one by one, calculating the dishes to match and the amount of money to buy, it took nearly an hour to complete the purchase, and when he walked out of the supermarket, he was already carrying two bags of various ingredients that were not too light.

The sun gradually set in the west, leaving only a little afterglow of the sunset, the flowers hummed songs happily, their eyes moved with the tall and straight trees, full of joy and joy, imagining what kind of comfort and enjoyment it would be under the sun of early spring, the breeze blowing.

After walking for nearly twenty minutes, the two bags of ingredients in his hand, which were not too light, gradually became a little heavy, and his palms were already red by the shopping bag, and when he arrived at the door, he couldn't wait to put them on the ground, and he shook his hand a few times before taking out the key.

"Young lady!", Hua Pi was just about to turn the key when she was suddenly stopped.

turned around to look, but saw Ke Jie get out of the car, and then the door of the back seat opened, and Kong Chengyi also stepped out of the car.

Kong Chengyi, who had never left work so early, came back in the evening?

"Hello!" Standing stunned, Hua Pity only responded politely, his eyes fell on Kong Chengyi, and he found that his steps were a little floating, his face was tense, and he seemed to be enduring some kind of discomfort.

"Madam, the president has a fever and has just been injected in the hospital, please give him the medicine in a moment!" Ke Jie approached, handed the medicine bag in his hand to Hua Mercy, and then bent down to pick up the two bags of food at her feet, waiting for her to open the door.

Kong Chengyi stood next to her, covering most of the afterglow, his cold facial features were still expressionless, if you carefully observed his tightness, he didn't look sick.

Holding the medicine in his hand, Hua took out the key to open the door, turned sideways and let Kong Chengyi go in first.

"Young lady, I have put the ingredients in the kitchen, please remember to let the president take medicine, he has had a fever since the morning, has been insisting on meetings, has a fever of nearly 40 degrees, the doctor explained that if he does not cooperate with the medicine, it will be difficult for him to reduce the fever!" Knowing that Kong Chengyi didn't care about his physical character, Ke Jie was afraid that he would no longer follow the doctor's instructions.

"Okay, I see!" Nodding his head, Hua showed pity that she knew about his situation and would remind him to take his medicine.

Straight into the room, Kong Chengyi felt uncomfortable all over his body, his body was hot for a while, his throat was itching like a fire, he didn't even take off his coat and tie, and threw himself directly onto the bed.

Simply packed up the ingredients he had just bought, Hua Pi kept an eye on the sound upstairs, but found that Kong Chengyi had not made any sound since he entered the room.

With his face strained in his mind, Hua Pity poured a glass of warm water, and then took out his medicine according to the instructions.

"Tuk tuk" knocked on the door twice, but there was no response, Hua Pi tried to twist the doorknob, and pushed the door open directly, only to see Kong Chengyi and Yi lying flat, with their eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.

Putting the water and medicine on the bedside table, Hua Pixie bent down and gently tugged at his sleeve, "Take the medicine first, and then go to sleep after eating!"

Staring at his heavy coat and tie that was still neatly tied, Hana felt the urge to take them off and let him sleep comfortably.

Raising his hand and rubbing his swollen and painful forehead, Kong Chengyi slowly opened his eyes, and only sat up after a few seconds, took the water and medicine in Hua Mercy's hand, and swallowed it without saying a word.

Struggling to control the thought of untying his tie, Hua Pitiful twisted her hands and asked softly, "Do you want to drink porridge?"

Pulling his tie impatiently, Kong Chengyi raised his eyes to look at her: "Help me untie it!"

The intertwined and intertwined hands froze suddenly, as if they had been spied on, and Hua's white cheeks were suddenly dyed red.

With a low "um", Hana stood obediently against the edge of the bed without resistance, and then bent closer, her slender hands deftly swimming in his tie.

A faint fragrance lingered at the end of his nose, Kong Chengyi unconsciously slid the throat nucleus, feeling the burning of his throat even worse, and suddenly reached out to hook her willow waist and pressed her towards himself.

"Hug for a while, 100,000!" Kong Chengyi hooked her slender willow waist with his big palm, pulled hard, and directly brought the person to the bed, hugging the person full.

The abnormal heat on his body made Hua Pity pause in his struggle, and his hands were clutching the half-untied tie, his eyes wide, and his mind could not reflect the true meaning of "one hundred thousand".

Being squeezed tightly, Hua Pity could clearly feel his hot body because of the fever, which made her tremble and fever unconsciously, it seemed that she was also infected with a high fever by him, and the hands that were originally holding the tie couldn't exert any force at all, and even grabbed his collar unconsciously, as if to get him closer.

"Don't move, let me hug it!" Kong Chengyi looked away weakly, his lips against her earlobe, "Don't drink porridge, you cook what you want to cook tonight!" Remembering her two bags of ingredients, Kong Chengyi was curious about what she cooked for herself.

Shrinking her head, Hana tried to remove her earlobes in pity, but reached out to find that his shirt was soaked.

"Your clothes are wet, hurry up and change them!"

Taking a deep breath, Kong Chengyi turned over and lay flat on the bed, closing his eyes and adjusting his breathing.

After receiving the pity of the free flower, he immediately got up on his hands and feet, and rushed out of his room without even having time to put on his slippers.

The line of lips was raised, Kong Chengyi hooked his lips and smiled, staring at the appearance of Hua Pipity and running away, while taking off his soaked shirt, picking up the bathrobe and going directly into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and washing away the sweat all over his body, Kong Chengyi fell asleep deeply, and when he woke up again, it was nearly eight o'clock, his brain was still groggy, and his forehead was still a little hot.

Holding the TV remote control, Hua Pity was staring at the foreign cooking god competition show with relish, marveling at how those fat people were so talented in cooking, and then shaking his head and secretly noting down the cooking method.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Hua turned her head pitifully, only to see Kong Chengyi standing firmly in a gray nightgown, as if she was watching her and watching TV.

Hurriedly put down the remote control, and the flower suddenly showed her previous emotion, and her face was hot and crimson.

"I cooked crucian carp and tofu soup, will I serve you a bowl first?" asked him while trotting into the kitchen, Hua asked him with pity, and from his still tense face, he still had a high fever.

His throat was hot for a while, Kong Chengyi cleared his throat before he said "um" and sat down on the dining table.

first served Kong Chengyi a bowl of clear soup, and then took pity on the dishes covered with plastic wrap on the table, and then served him and himself rice before sitting on the table.

Considering that he still had a fever and should eat light food, Hua took pity on the kung pao chicken that he originally wanted to cook and chose to give it up, and replaced it with steamed meatloaf.

There was no conversation, the two of them munched on their food in silence, and the cheers on the TV became louder.

From time to time, Hua Pity secretly observed Kong Chengyi's reaction to chewing food while picking up vegetables, guessing in his heart whether he was satisfied with the dishes and taste, but until he put down the dishes and chopsticks, his expression was still the same as usual, and he didn't have any excessive expression.

Seemingly a little lost, Hua pityfully pursed her lips and didn't open her mouth to talk to him, and after cleaning up the kitchen, she wanted to go straight to the room.

"Where's the medicine?" The low voice was hoarse, and Kong Chengyi lowered the voice of the TV, "The fever hasn't completely subsided!"

Rarely took the initiative to speak, Hua Pity stopped abruptly, went back to the kitchen to pour water for him, and handed the medicine to him.

"Half an hour after dinner!" Without reaching out to take the medicine in her hand, Kong Chengyi raised his eyebrows and sat lazily on his back, watching TV with unblinking eyes.

"Championship, don't watch?"

The last part of the Chef Contest turned out to be a dessert competition, and the chefs were nervously selecting the ingredients they needed in the kitchen library, and the TV was in full swing and nervous.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say "I don't see it", but I sat down with the nervousness of watching the chef choose the ingredients, and I was nervous with the chefs who participated in the competition.

"The dishes in the evening are good, but I don't like to eat meatloaf, so I'll change to another one later!" casually pulled out a financial magazine from the coffee table, Kong Chengyi lowered his head and flipped through it while suddenly judging the dinner.

Staring intently at the TV, suddenly hearing his voice, Hua turned her head in pity, and it took a long time to say "oh", and the dullness that was not affirmed and evaluated at the beginning was suddenly swept away, and the game at this moment seemed to be even more nervous and expected.

Hua Pian stared nervously at the TV, while Kong Chengyi kept flipping through the magazines in his hand, and only the noise and excitement of the TV remained in the huge living room.

Half an hour later, after announcing the exciting champion on TV, Kong Chengyi also put down the magazine and stretched out his hand to the flowers.

"Huh?" The winner turned out to be her favorite chef and dish, and Hua was still intoxicated on TV for a while, and her blank mind didn't have time to react to Kong Chengyi's actions.

Before he could react, Kong Chengyi walked straight up to her, bent down to pick up water and medicine, and then walked to his room without looking back.

"Well, tomorrow's breakfast is still Western?" staring at his broad back, Hua said with pity and hesitation, considering his physical condition whether he would accept other breakfasts.

Standing not far away, Kong Chengyi turned his head and looked at Hua Pity without blinking, and only slowly spoke after a while: "Porridge!"

Sure it wasn't Western food, Hua Pity smiled with relief and nodded her head violently, regardless of whether he could see it or not.

Compared with Western food, Hua Pity actually prefers Chinese food, and her love for Western food seems to be only high-calorie desserts.

The next day, Hua Pi got up early in the morning, considering that his body had not yet recovered, prepared sticky white porridge, fried side dishes, and then made fresh meat buns with his own hands, while waiting for the buns to ripen thoroughly while carefully cutting the fruit.

In the middle of the night, the fever had subsided, and when he woke up in the morning, Kong Chengyi still felt a little weak.

She is still in cute pink pajamas, her long hair is tied casually, and she is still humming a song in her mouth, as if she is enjoying a busy time, and the morning sun shines on her body, making her more and more bright and delicate.