The living room was brightly lit, the heating was fully turned on, and Qiao Yingying, who was covered in cold outside, was sneezed excitedly by the oncoming heat wave, but she didn't care about slowing down and was busy taking the bag in Guan Mufeng's hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"How long have you been standing outside?" Guan Mufeng asked with a frown, while letting Qiao Yingying take off his coat for him.

"It didn't take long, just a little while. Qiao Yingying replied crisply, hung up her coat, and took slippers from the shoe rack to change for him.

"If you have a fever, you can blow a cold wind, and you still want to go to the hospital?" Guan Mufeng's face was still not very good, and he raised his foot to let her change her shoes cooperatively.

"No, I'm wearing a lot of clothes today, and I'm wearing a scarf, so it's not cold at all. Qiao Yingying put the leather shoes he had changed back into the shoe rack, took off the thick coat and scarf on his body and hung them up, and said, "Sir, I'll go set the meal, you sit on the sofa for a while." ”

She turned around and walked towards the kitchen, not forgetting to pour a glass of water and put it on the coffee table. She did it very naturally and skillfully, but Guan Mufeng was in a trance for a moment, watching her come and go in the room, as if time had returned to when she was still here.

When Qiao Yingying arrived, the nanny and aunt hadn't cooked yet, she looked at the familiar pots and pans in the kitchen, and remembered that Guan Mufeng was about to leave for a long time, so she wanted to cook a meal for him. So she put on her cutest smiling face and followed the nanny aunt to wash and chop vegetables, and finally coaxed the nanny aunt to agree to let her take charge of the spoon and made several dishes, all of which were Guan Mufeng's favorite flavors.

Qiao Yingying brought out the dishes that had just been cooked and were still hot in the pot and brought them to the table, feeling a little apprehensive. After school, she rarely cooked, and she didn't know how to do it.

"Sir, it's time to eat. Putting the dishes and chopsticks in place, she whispered to Guan Mufeng.

Guan Mufeng, who was distracted by the TV screen, turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw her standing at the table looking at herself, her dark eyes flashed with intimacy and expectation, and an ironing warmth jumped from the soles of her feet to his chest, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curvature, but they were quickly suppressed and refused to show it.

After washing his hands and sitting down at the table, he looked at the five or six dishes in front of him, and his eyes moved.

"Let's eat together. He said casually, but waited for Qiao Yingying to sit down opposite before picking up the chopsticks.

After tasting a few dishes, he looked at Qiao Yingying and asked with a faint face, "You made it?"

His expression couldn't see joy and anger, Qiao Yingying's heart went up and down, pinched the chopsticks and said uneasily: "Yes... I did it. ”

"It's a step back. Guan Mufeng commented, and continued to eat without speaking.

This bucket of cold water was poured on her head, Qiao Yingying was lost and annoyed, thinking that if she could come earlier, and it took a lot of time to say so many good things to the nanny and aunt, she would definitely be able to make it more delicious.

She was holding the rice bowl, so frustrated that she couldn't even care about filling her stomach, she ate without a bite in her mouth, and she didn't notice that Guan Mufeng on the other side was obviously eating very well.

"Can't eat?"

Guan Mufeng's voice suddenly sounded, she hurriedly came back to her senses, and shook her head again and again: "No, no." ”

At this time, she noticed that Guan Mufeng's bowl was empty, and immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Sir, do you want to add rice?"

Guan Mufeng pursed his lips, looked away, and paused before humming in a low voice.

Qiao Yingying immediately picked up his bowl and ran into the kitchen to refill the meal, with a slight smile on her face.

If the gentleman wants to add rice, it means that it is still delicious, right?

Seeing her walking out of the kitchen with a smile, the expression on Guan Mufeng's face became more and more unnatural, and the bowl was placed in front of him but he never picked up the chopsticks.

Qiao Yingying, who was in a sunny mood, had an appetite, held the rice bowl and ate very deliciously, chewing and swallowing slowly seriously, and her cheeks were bulging all the time. Guan Mufeng stared at her for a while, and the pleasure that had been suppressed finally surfaced, dyed his ink-colored eyes, and a little smile flashed. He picked up the chopsticks again, and the two of them ate all the dishes on the table without saying a word.

"Sir, take a break, I'll clean up. Qiao Yingying diligently put away the dishes and chopsticks, and the smile on her face couldn't be contained.

I've eaten it all, and even if it's not as delicious as before, my husband still likes my cooking!

Guan Mufeng, who was on the other side, looked at her eyebrows and eyes, coughed unnaturally, and subconsciously stood up, but suddenly frowned for a moment, touched her stomach with her hand, and a touch of embarrassment crossed her face.

At this time, Qiao Yingying looked up at him, he hurriedly turned around, strode to the sofa and sat down, and turned on the TV. Qiao Yingying didn't notice anything unusual, and happily went to the kitchen with a stack of empty bowls.

The voice of the hostess of the current news on TV was gentle and pleasant, Guan Mufeng leaned on the sofa, looking at the screen, but his mind was all on the sound of rushing water and low humming from the kitchen. He had a gentle expression and a smile on his lips, but he frowned from time to time, and his hands on his stomach seemed uncomfortable.

This feeling of being overwhelmed is rare for him, and it is more unaccustomed than uncomfortable. In the past, when he was under the fence, even in the Qin family, he only ate the dishes in front of him, and he would stop when he was almost full. Later, it slowly became a habit, and it was also a kind of self-cultivation, so he rarely ate to the fullest.

But as long as he eats with Qiao Yingying, he will always eat all the way unconsciously to his heart's content, and he still feels unfinished. He chuckled helplessly and glanced at the kitchen, his eyes gentle and incredulous.

After Qiao Yingying was busy for a while, she found the hawthorn tea she had bought before from the cabinet, and it was still well preserved, so she brewed a cup and took it out.

"Sir, drink some of this. Qiao Yingying respectfully held the cup and sent it to him, but was hissed by the hot temperature of the tea.

From the moment she walked out of the kitchen, Guan Mufeng, whose face had become pale again, quickly took the cup and put it aside after hearing her cry of pain, grabbed her hand and examined it carefully.

"What are you doing with it so hot, what should I do if it's hot?" he frowned tightly and said sternly.

Qiao Yingying was most afraid that he would speak indifferently, which meant that he didn't want to pay attention to her, which would make him so stern, but he would be happy in his heart.

"Sir, I'm fine. She smiled.

Confirming that she was not injured, Guan Mufeng was slightly relieved, felt her soft little hand in the palm of his hand, his chest moved slightly, and he immediately let go of his hand.

"Since it's okay and I've seen it, you can go back. He picked up the remote control and changed the channel, looked at the TV and said.

"But Yingying... Ying Ying has something to say to her husband. Qiao Yingying looked at his handsome and resolute side face, thinking of Mi Xue saying that he was going out for several months this time, and a strong attachment surged in her heart, almost swallowing her, but gave her the courage to speak.

Guan Mufeng looked stunned, turned his head and saw her looking at herself without blinking, her moist and shiny eyes were pleading, her hardened heart instantly softened, and when she spoke again, her tone was unconsciously much gentler.

"Say it. He put down the remote control, hugged his arms, and waited for Qiao Yingying to speak.