Remembering the rubbing of the lips just now, Monet expressed doubts about the "extreme method" in his mouth.

But he didn't want to challenge, so he simply sat on the sofa and watched him busy in the kitchen.

It is said that the man standing in the kitchen is the most attractive, looking at Xing Zhaoyang who is wearing a scarf in front of him, Monet feels like he is dreaming.

Out of politeness to his neighbors, Monet took the time to browse Xing Zhaoyang's films. This iron-clad and tough guy on the screen has a different feeling when he cooks.

Why is my heart beating faster if I am not in control? Monet tried to control himself and adjust his breathing, and at this moment Xing Zhaoyang looked over, she cleverly turned her face away, and took the opportunity to look around.

Xing Zhaoyang's home is not as rigid as imagined, the decoration is simple, the dark gray fabric sofa, the coffee table is solid wood, although it looks heavy, but it is not appropriate.

Seeing Monet's visit, Xing Zhaoyang said generously, "I don't mind others visiting my home." ”

She was not polite, and got up and walked around.

In addition to the living room and open kitchen, there is only the master bedroom, the second bedroom, and the study.

Monet was not interested in the master bedroom, and there was no need to visit the second bedroom, so he walked to the study.

There are many kinds of bookshelf, weapons and equipment, famous people's writings, history and culture, and so on. Monet looked leisurely, and because of the bandaging around his neck, he could only look at eye level.

If she hadn't injured her hand, she would have flipped through two books. Because some of the books are drooling just by looking at them.

It would be nice if Xing Zhaoyang was easy to talk to, and he could borrow two copies to read it.

Thinking of this, she shook her head slightly. Dispelled the thought.

At this moment, a picture frame on the edge of the bookshelf against the wall behind him attracted Monet's attention, the picture frame was very small, and it was taken by a teenager holding a little girl from a distance. Because he was tied in the high pavilion, Monet looked very hard, and as soon as he raised his head, the wound on his neck was pulled.

In desperation, she could only squint at a short distance.

I intuitively felt that the boy was Xing Zhaoyang when he was a child, so the little girl was Xing Suxiao who was kidnapped.

The name of "Su Su ......" is very Su, with Xing Zhaoyang's appearance, his sister must be eccentric, cute and smart.

But it's so strange that the little person in the frame looks like Yin Yin from a distance.

"What are you doing?" Xing Zhaoyang's voice came from the door, startling Monet, "I'm scared to death, don't you have a sound when you walk?" ”

Xing Zhaoyang's expression was flat, "The study is beautiful, isn't it?" ”

Monet had an idea, "Didn't you say you were responsible for me?" What is the responsibility law? ”

"I'll take good care of you until you're healed."

A warm and caring word, somehow, spit out of his mouth, always makes people panic. In particular, the addition of the word "good" gave me goosebumps.

"Forget it, you're a busy person, and besides, I also have a job, so I'm free from taking care of it, there are so many books on the shelves, why don't you borrow a few and I'll take a look, and I'll be in charge, how about it?"

Xing Zhaoyang thought for a while, "The book can be lent to you, but it can't be soiled." ”

"Don't worry, I will resist the habit of reading and eating, and I won't stain your baby!"

"Come out for supper."

"It's good so soon? How's your cooking going? Can you eat something you cooked? ”

"Noise."

Monet raised his head, "I call it reasonable questioning." ”

As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled a fresh fragrance, and the rice bowl at night was almost digested by the fright just now, Monet touched his stomach and leaned in, "What did you make delicious?" ”

"Noodles."

…… Are the noodles so fragrant? Did you make it yourself?

"You seem suspicious?"

"How can I!"

Xing Zhaoyang lowered his head to hide his smile, turned around and walked to the refrigerator.

Monet sniffed the aroma and said, "I've heard that supper is a heavy scourge that makes people gain weight!" Does your profession allow for a late-night snack every day? ”

Xing Zhaoyang didn't reply, "Do you think the word 'sports' is an ornament?" ”

"Isn't it just an ornament for people who don't exercise? You don't eat a late-night snack every day, do you? ”

Xing Zhaoyang opened the refrigerator and said in a reasonable tone, "Is there anything wrong with this?" If you're hungry at night, you should eat, otherwise why would there be a light in the refrigerator? ”

…… Uh, that sounds ridiculous? But why did she think it was very reasonable after recalling it?

Two bowls full of eggs and lo mein were placed on the table, and as a senior foodie, Monet couldn't help it for a long time.

It's a pity that his right hand was injured, so he could only hold a spoon in his left hand and awkwardly chop the noodles, shovel it short and scoop it to eat.

It's so easy to take a small bite in your mouth, huh...... The dough is soft and strong, and the marinade is not salty or light.

I can't help but like it!

"Hmmm! This face is really ......" I wanted to praise it well, but when he looked at Xing Zhaoyang's eyes, Monet changed his words again, "It really needs to be improved." ”

"Let's make do with it." After saying that, he got up, went to the cupboard and turned a fork out, "Eat with this." ”

She was polite this time, and took it and let it go.

The sound of walking and walking makes people drool, and she is still eating and enjoying it, "Mm~mm~mm~"

"Even the way you eat looks like ......"

Monet was stunned, "What are you talking about?" Who am I like? ”

…… One person, her name is Xing Suxiao. "You heard me wrong."

has always eaten by himself, and suddenly there were more sounds of enjoying food around him, Xing Zhaoyang was a little unaccustomed, so the speed slowed down, and just halfway through eating, Monet's bowl had already bottomed out. Look at him pitifully.

"That's all I got today, it's delicious, and I'll make it tomorrow."

"Good! But it's the same noodles, why are you making them so soft? Readily agreed, Monet immediately realized that something was wrong, "Tomorrow? ”

"Yes, until you heal, you will come to my house for supper." The tone is strong, and it is clear that he does not intend to ask for the opinions of the parties.

"Tomorrow is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, and the day after tomorrow is the New Year."

"Then have Chinese New Year's Eve dinner here."

"How's that going to work? I'm not related to you, and I can't talk about celebrating the New Year together. ”

"We are ......" paused, Xing Zhaoyang himself felt far-fetched, "neighbor." ”

"Cheng Dong's case is getting more and more complicated, it is estimated that it can't be done according to suicide, whether there is a New Year's holiday, and I have to go to the unit tomorrow to listen to the letter. However, I will try to go back to my own house for the New Year without bothering you. ”

Xing Zhaoyang nodded, "That's the best." That's not what I thought in my heart.

After eating the noodles, she loaded the book borrowed by Monet, and Xing Zhaoyang personally sent her home, although it was only a few meters away.

Lying on the bed, touching his round stomach, Monet hiccups comfortably.

Bai Juchen just called at this time and directly told Monet that he would definitely not be able to come back this year.

"The eldest sister is going to celebrate the New Year in the crew, and I may have to work overtime, so aren't my parents only accompanied by Yin Yin?"

"How happy is it to have a daughter with you?"

Monet thought about it, but too, "But second brother, are you really on a business trip?" It can't be that my sister is gone, right? ”

"You found out, wait for me to take a second sister-in-law back."

This brother is also not serious.

Putting down the phone, she was still recalling the noodles just now, and suddenly sat up from the bed, "No, the secret recipe!" He hasn't sued me yet! ”