I thought he would refuse trickily, but Leng Zimo was still just a simple word.

"Good!"

In fact, he didn't think as complicated as Ben did not.

But when she asked him what he liked to eat, he told her what he liked to eat.

This tyrant is doing pretty well today.

Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief.

The elevator door opened, and she took the initiative to drag the suitcase, but held the palm of his hand that reached out first.

With a flushed face, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, held the elevator, and watched him walk out the door, and then she came after her.

When she came to the door, Leng Zimo in front of her suddenly stopped, she couldn't retract her momentum, and the person bumped into his back, and suddenly, her nose was sore.

"Why don't you leave?" She instinctively complained.

"Open the door!" Leng Zimo said in front of her.

Obviously he is in front, and he wants her to open the door?

Luo Xiaoqian naturally wanted to lose her temper, and when she saw her bag in his other hand, she reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward and took out the key from her neck.

The ribbon wasn't long, the keyhole was in the middle of the door, and she had to bend down if she didn't want to remove the key.

That kind of action is a bit childish.

Leng Zimo watched her stuff the key back into her clothes, and the corners of her lips hooked with satisfaction.

"You go take a bath, I'll cook noodles for you!"

She reached for his suitcase, placed it on the side of the porch, and took his slippers from the shoe closet.

hiss and hers.

She had no experience as a lover, but she remembered that her mother always did this when she came back with her father.

Leng Zimo glanced around, everything was cleaned up, and at his feet, there was always a lonely men's slipper, and there was a pair of pink and tender bunny slippers.

In the cool tones of black and white, the pair of pink and tender slippers add a touch of warm color to the place.

After changing into slippers, Luo Xiaoqian went straight to the kitchen, and Leng Zimo went into the bedroom to take a shower.

By the time he came out of the shower, Luo Xiaoqian had already boiled the noodles and put them on the dining table, and was sitting on a chair, carefully rolling up her sweatpants to check the wound on her leg.

Around the knee, there was a large area of blue, and two places had been scratched.

Noticing him coming, she busily pulled down her pants and stood up.

"The noodles are cooked!"

In a beautiful white porcelain bowl, a poached egg lies in the middle of a beautiful round tomato, green onions, and thin noodles.

In the air, there is the smell of sesame oil.

Leng Zimo was stunned, he didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten such a home-cooked meal.

"It's very fragrant!" She asked with a smile.

He just replied to her with three words, "Go take a shower!" ”

Pouting, she turned and walked upstairs.

Because of the need to take care of the wound and the lack of courage to face what was going to happen next, she washed very slowly, but despite this, it was inevitable that water would fall on the wound, and the skin would be scratched, and it would be stinging and painful.

When she finally wiped her body, put on her bathrobe, and walked to the door, she hesitated again.

"I haven't blown my hair yet!"

Finally finding a reason to stall, she grabbed a hair dryer and blew her hair.

When the blow is half-dry, the bathroom door opens.

She turned her face and saw Leng Zimo walking in, and was busy explaining, "I'll be fine right away, I didn't mean to delay time......"

Leng Zimo didn't make a sound, just walked to her step by step.

She retreated until she reached the wall, and there was no way back.

Instead, he stopped at the sink and removed his toothbrush from the shelf.