Shen Qianyue took a sip of the soup gently, and the familiar taste spread in his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He looked a little stunned, and couldn't help but quietly look at An Yaxue who was cleaning up the room, and there was a thought that went through his mind countless times, but he couldn't say it.

"Ding Dong!" the doorbell rang. Shen Qianyue's gaze moved with An Yaxue's movements, and he was bright and bright. The first thing that caught his eye was a bouquet of red roses, Shen Qianyue's heart sank, and the hand holding the bowl involuntarily tightened. His body was tense, and it was only when An Yaxue closed the door and walked back alone that he gradually relaxed.

An Yaxue hummed an unknown tune softly, found a delicate bottle and plugged them in. An Yaxue was still fiddling with the bouquet, obviously not looking at Shen Qianyue, but after he put down the bowl, he naturally said with great warmth: "There is still some soup in the thermos box, put it out and put it in the refrigerator, by the way, remember to remind me to buy some flour when I go to the supermarket at night." She then built a flower and stuck it in a bottle. "Didn't you say last time that you didn't want to eat Zhou Ji's noodle soup again? ”

Shen Qianyue's hand to collect the bowl paused for a moment, and he lowered his eyes to look at the woman sitting quietly in front of the low table arranging flowers, like a fairy daughter in a painting. Caught off guard, his gaze collided with An Yaxue's eyes when she raised her eyes.

Tiny petals and branches were scattered on the table, the tips of her tender fingers were stained with some color, and the strands of hair on her head fell to her ears, only to see her leaning sideways and looking at him with a smile.

His clear eyes were imprinted with his embarrassed appearance, full of him.

But for a moment, Shen Qianyue looked like a noble son like a spring breeze, as if the cramped just now was just An Yaxue's illusion. Shen Qianyue saw her wrinkle her little nose, like a little old lady, "Lazy guy who just eats and doesn't wash dishes!"

"I'll make money. ”

An Yaxue choked and waved her hand, with a posture of not being out of sight and out of mind.

When An Zeyun entered the house, Shen Qianyue was squeezing juice for An Yaxue. The juicer was so loud that he didn't hear his conversation with Anya Snow. He raised his eyebrows with two glasses of juice and looked at the two people sitting in the living room smiling, at this time, An Yaxue was like a little girl, talking to An Zeyun in a squeamish voice.

In my mind, I saw the image of Anya Xue holding his hand and leaving yesterday.

At this moment, Shen Qianyue's expression must have been very stiff. He passively placed the juice in front of the two of them and sat on the sofa opposite An Zeyun.

"This is Shen Qianyue. An Yaxue winked at An Zeyun, and An Zeyun didn't poke it, and followed her words: "Hello, Mr. Shen." ”

"My brother, An Zeyun. ”

A low laugh came from An Zeyun's chest. He raised his eyebrows, "If I hadn't known that Xiao Xue'er didn't have a boyfriend yet, I would have thought that Mr. Shen was the male host here." His eyes were meaningful.

After knowing that this man was An Yaxue's brother, Shen Qianyue saw his playful expression before he could slow down. He naturally understood the warning in An Zeyun's eyes, if it was his sister......

An Zeyun came over this time not to eat, he seemed to be very helpless, but the words he spit out were very sharp, and Shen Qianyue had to deal with it carefully. Putting aside his temptation of Shen Qianyue, An Zeyun's impression of Shen Qianyue is still good, which is also in An Yaxue's eyes, these two people are chatting very high, and there is some emotion that they hate to see each other late.