Evening, after work. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Yiran looked for the sound and went to the kitchen, but saw that Zhao Yidong was still there, and on the side were the ingredients that had not been used up today, she was chopping vegetables, her fingertips were flying, as if she was magic, and after a while, a basket of ingredients was processed by her.

It turns out that her knife skills have improved so quickly because she still stays to keep in touch after everyone else gets off work?

An Yiran couldn't help but think of himself, when he first changed his major, he was also lagging behind others, and he was also practicing every day after being dismissed from class, knowing that after graduating with excellent graduates, his classmates still felt unbelievable.

There are so many miracles in the world, but they are all human efforts. It just happened without you knowing, and in your perception you would rather classify it as a miracle than admit the efforts of others and your own abandonment.

Yi Dong looked up and saw An Yiran looking at her steadily, her hand shrunk, and she actually cut off her fingers.

An Yiran frowned and strode over, Yi Dong originally thought that he would blame him, but An Yiran directly took her hand and held it in her mouth, she felt his tongue sweeping back and forth on her fingertips, a little itchy, Yi Dong wanted to withdraw his hand, but An Yiran took him to the lounge without refusing, took out the medicine box, disinfected her, and tied it with adhesive tape.

"I'm sorry. Yi Dong cautiously raised his head, looked at An Yiran's expression, and waited for him to announce his death sentence.

"Hmm. An Yiran got up, put the coat on his body beside Yi Dong, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Yi Dong's eyes widened in disbelief, he, he didn't pursue it, and he had to cook it himself? It's inconvenient to cook at home, so a beautiful pair of hands should be well maintained.

I didn't expect to find such an interesting scene.

Yi Dong bit the chopsticks gently, still felt a little unreal, the meal she ate now was her salary for several months, and she raised her eyes from time to time to look at An Yiran, who did not change the color of the opposite side and served her vegetables, it would not be the last dinner.

A small face is full of heartfelt words.

An Yiran thought it was interesting, "What do you want? A bowl of seaweed soup was placed in front of Zhao Yidong, looking at Zhao Yidong like a rabbit, he muttered, "I won't have to go to work tomorrow......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yidong wailed, and he didn't care about any table manners, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean to, I, I ......" Yidong was anxiously red-eyed.

An Yiran nodded indifferently and continued: "I don't have to go to work tomorrow, I will go directly to the airport, we have to go on a business trip for a few days, and there is a food exchange conference in the industry held in Hangzhou." This kind of exchange meeting with no new ideas, he originally didn't plan to go, but thinking of looking for Zhao Yidong's injured hand just now, An Yiran decided to take Zhao Yidong with him.

So he took care of her hands brightly.

An Yiran looked desireless, but in his heart, he thought about the wonderful feeling of holding Zhao Yidong's finger in his mouth just now, and it was really as beautiful as he imagined. Therefore, good things should be well protected, he has always been very principled.

Yidong's heartbeat was up and down at this meal, and when she sat in An Yiran's car, she still looked like a fugue, which was too mysterious.

When he went downstairs to Yi Dong, An Yiran looked at Yi Dong with dark eyes, "Tomorrow at 8 o'clock in the morning, I will pick you up." In the end, he thought of what Bo Yi said that girls love to grind, and he added, "Don't be late, otherwise your salary will be deducted." ”

Yi Dong nodded obediently, and saw An Yiran's car drive away, and then turned upstairs.