Tong Qiangqiang only realized that the posture of the two was very wrong at this time, and quickly retracted his hand and stood up straight.

Han Lie also let go of the hand on Tong Qiangqiang's shoulder. Looking at her with embarrassment, the corners of his lips curled very lightly. The next moment, he felt a slight itch in his throat, covered his mouth, tilted his head to the other side, and coughed several times.

Seeing that Han Lie's cheeks showed two sickly flushes due to coughing, Tong Qiangqiang asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's out of the way, a little cold, I've just taken cold medicine. Han Lie made a gesture of staying away from Tong Qiangqiang and said, "You go out, don't be infected by me." The next room is for you to sleep in, toiletries are available, a change of clothes in the wardrobe, take it yourself. If you want to eat, you'll have to do it yourself, and there's still some ingredients left in the fridge. ”

He explained them one by one, concisely but meticulously. Tong Qiangqiang nodded stunned. Han Lie lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, sleeping in the same position as before, as if he was used to it.

"Help me turn off the lights before I go out. Han Lie added, his low voice with a faint nasal voice, and his fatigue was even worse.

Tong Qiangqiang didn't dare to disturb his rest anymore, turned off the light, exited his room and went to the kitchen.

An Jinghong left temporarily, the meal was not finished, and her stomach was still hungry. Tong Qiangqiang opened the refrigerator, and as Han Lie said, there were still "some" ingredients left in it - half a box of eggs, crumpled carrots, wilted spinach, and a small piece of frozen meat, I don't know how long it had been left.

Compared with the scarcity of ingredients, there are many ready-to-eat foods such as imported milk and simple boxed pasta.

It's understandable to think about it, Han Lie lives alone as a big man, and he has been flying outside most of the time recently, how can the kitchen at home have a chance to fire?

Tong Qiangqiang sighed silently, and still chose to cook hot food to eat - after all, she is not alone now, and she has to think more about the one in her stomach.

Fortunately, Tong Qiangqiang rummaged through it for a while, and found some rice and lotus seeds from the rice bucket, which was quite satisfying.

After eating and tidying up the kitchen, Tong Qiangqiang walked to the guest room next to the master bedroom, and subconsciously glanced at the thick black wooden door before entering.

Quietly, as if there was no popularity on the other side of the door.

The decoration of the guest room is slightly different from the living room and Han Lie's room. Out of the sensitivity of a woman, Tong Qiangqiang faintly smelled the smell of a woman who had lived in this room.

Probably his former girlfriend.

That's right, at Han Lie's age, mature and stable and successful in his career, even if he is not married, most of them have had several girlfriends.

In the next moment, Tong Qiangqiang suddenly reacted, why did she speculate about Han Lie's private life?

Putting down his thoughts, Tong Qiangqiang opened the wardrobe and wanted to change the clothes that Han Lie said, but he was stunned.

The wardrobe was full of women's clothes, two or three sets for each of the four seasons. Oddly enough, the clothes were arranged in a clear way - half of them were bright colors, most of them were unworn and the tags were still there, and the other half were all dark colors that seemed to be worn often, and a few of them had faded after being washed too many times.

Tong Qiangqiang took a closer look, and from the size and type, it can be judged that the clothes belong to the same woman, the other party is about twenty years old, and his height should be about the same as her, but thinner than her.

In this way, the relationship is so close that they live together?

Tong Qiangqiang couldn't help but guess again, and there was a faint emotion in his heart that he couldn't speak.

It always feels weird to wear other people's clothes, and the other party also has a lot to do with Han Lie. Tong Qiangqiang closed the cabinet door cowardly, didn't take any clothes, only went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and slept in his clothes.

I don't know why, Tong Qiangqiang fell into a spring dream overnight. It was still the same dream, the broad palms caressing her face, the touch still very real, the fingers calloused, the fingers warm and rough.

Tong Qiangqiang struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see who the other party was. However, when I really opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was an unfamiliar room. She reacted for two seconds, remembering that she was now in Han Lie's apartment.

The cracks in the curtains vaguely leaked the bright sky outside, Tong Qiangqiang looked at the time, and he actually slept in a rare way, it was eight o'clock and fifteen.

Walking out of the room, the whole apartment was still as quiet as last night. Tong Qiangqiang cautiously approached the wooden door of the master bedroom, his ear pressed against it, trying to listen to the movement inside, but there was no sound at all.

She walked to the entrance, wanting to judge whether Han Lie hadn't gone out from the shoes in the shoe closet, but first saw the car keys placed on the cabinet.

Tong Qiangqiang grinned silently, his mood became inexplicably happy, and he walked briskly to the kitchen.

The rice and lotus seeds she found last night, she deliberately left some useless, just enough to cook porridge for two people.

Not long after, Tong Qiangqiang came to the door of Han Lie's room with a bowl and knocked on the door: "Uncle?"

No one in there agreed.

Tong Qiangqiang took two deep breaths, held the doorknob in his hand, and gently pushed the door open.

Everything was as usual in the room. The heavy curtains were tightly hidden, blocking the light from outside, and in the middle of the day, the room was as dark as at night, as if the owner of the room had a natural love of hiding in the dark.

Tong Qiangqiang glanced at the silhouette of the figure hidden in the darkness on the bed, was silent, put the bowl on the table for the time being, and groped to the window by taking advantage of the light reflected in the aisle outside, stretched out his hand to grasp the corner of the curtain, and Huo Ran pulled it away.

Sunlight from outside immediately streams in and illuminates the room.

Han Lie, who was asleep, felt the bright light jumping on his eyelids for the first time, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

The back of the woman at the window caught his eye in an instant.

The goose-yellow dress was fresh and elegant, and the jet-black hair was tied into a loose bud at the back of the head.

The next second, she turned around, and the whole person was in the light, her eyes were shining, and her smile was like a dissolved sun.

The golden sun, the flying dust, the smile of a woman. Han Lie stared at the scene in front of him and was stunned.

"Uncle. Tong Qiangqiang cleared his throat and called him, and saw the sun shining on Han Lie's face, from the center of his eyebrows to his chin, all the way to the sharp edge, but fortunately, the softness of the light gold plating of the sun was not so sharp.

Han Lie shook back his thoughts and narrowed his expression: "What are you doing?"

The tone is ruthless and clueless, faintly a little indifferent.