Noticing that she didn't know when the arm had been wrapped around his neck, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly retracted her hand.

"I'll help you get dressed!"

Slipping out from under his arm, she quickly grabbed the quilt on the ground and draped it over her body, fleeing to the closet.

Looking at her slender thighs looming outside the corners, Leng Zimo took a breath and turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of running water in the bathroom, Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the bed to look for her clothes.

After rummaging on the ground for a long time, she found only a green broken T-shirt.

Does this man have an addiction to destruction, every time, he always has to tear her clothes apart before stopping.

Not daring to slack off, she folded back to the closet, pulled out a random shirt of his, and then his boxers, and Zuihou found a pair of sweatpants that could be tied on.

His clothes were too wide for her, but they were better than nothing.

Wrapped in clothes, the sense of security was finally regained, Luo Xiaoqian glanced at the clothes in the closet, and quickly took out the shirt, tie, and coat that she thought matched...... She unceremoniously slipped his clothes on her body one by one, wrapping herself tightly.

Glancing up and down at herself to make sure that she was already a Middle Eastern woman, Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief.

On the side, there was a soft sound, but the bathroom door was already open.

"The clothes have been found, you wear them slowly, I'll ...... I'm going to cook! ”

She did not dare to turn her face, lest she see him unclothed again, but hurried to the door, and as quickly as she saw a cat and mouse, she ran through the porch and all the way downstairs.

Leng Zimo walked out wrapped in a bath towel and looked at the half-hidden door.

Cook?

Are she sure?!

After finding the wrong three times, Luo Xiaoqian successfully found the bathroom downstairs, and after a simple wash, she went straight to the kitchen.

"Sure enough, it's a rich man!"

Looking at the unbelievably large kitchen in front of her, Luo Xiaoqian could only sigh, this kitchen was larger than the entire area of the small room she rented.

Black and white tones, minimalist European style.

In the kitchen, there are all kinds of stoves, pots, pans, spoons and chopsticks hanging on the wall...... Including the rags, everything is spotlessly clean.

Where is this kitchen, it is clearly a kitchen cabinet model room, and there is no smoke and fire in the first place.

She's so stupid, how could a man like him eat at home?

I'm afraid, there are no ingredients in the refrigerator.

Luo Xiaoqian opened the refrigerator, as she expected.

In addition to beer and coffee, there are only a few boxes of instant noodles in the huge double-door refrigerator, and the only things that can be called the ingredients are a carton of eggs and a large carton of milk in the corner.

In fact, even these two items were not bought by Leng Zimo, but the aunt who helped him as a part-time worker helped buy beer when she happened to see a discount in the supermarket and bought them together, and then forgot to take them.

After taking the eggs, Luo Xiaoqian took out the milk, looked at the expiration date on it, and made sure that it had not expired, then washed the pot and turned on the fire, opened the milk and poured it into the small milk pot.

She didn't have much hope to open the cabinet, but was surprised to find that everything from oil to various spices was available, but all of them had not been opened.

Take out the oil bucket, open it, pour it into the pan to heat, and she slams the egg neatly.

Leng Zimo got dressed and walked down, and when he heard a voice from the kitchen, he walked over suspiciously.

She's really cooking?!

If he's not mistaken, he probably doesn't have any ingredients in his kitchen.

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Trying to clear the water, there is a repetition of the content of the chapter, because it has been modified, forgive me, I'm already going crazy to change.