"Ahem..."Wang Yuan pretended to be calm and closed the door and walked in front of me: "The alcohol cotton for you, you ...... You go on, bother ......"

As he spoke, he covered his face and ran away.

Hesitantly took the alcohol cotton, and then slowly looked at the handsome face in front of him: "When are you going to knock?" I tell you, there are many people in the world who like me, and I don't worry about no one to marry. ”

Turning around and walking in the direction of Wang Yuan's living room, thinking about what he said just now was a little inappropriate: "I'm still young now, and I don't fall in love." ”

19-year-old him and 16-year-old me, what the hell are they talking about!

The sound of chopping vegetables sounded again in the kitchen, and I sat on the soft sofa in a daze, my eyes locked tightly on the large bottle of alcohol cotton in front of me, and my heart turned over like thousands of grass and mud horses.

I have suffered all kinds of hardships, but I am planted on this small alcohol cotton ball.

"Huh... You..."

Wang Yuan walked over leisurely and sat next to me: "I'll wipe it for you." ”

He took my hand, held it tightly, looked at my wound closely, and pouted.

I took out the alcohol cotton, and the strong smell of alcohol came to my face, and the memories of my childhood flickered in my mind, and I only remembered the stinging pain in my fingers coated with alcohol.

His brows furrowed tightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Don't be nervous."

Wang Yuan also tightened my hand, paused, and couldn't smile bitterly: "How can you make me paint it if you hold it so tightly..."

After coming back to his senses, he looked at his hand carefully, and was holding Wang Yuan's hand tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw, refusing to let go.

"Ahem..."

I loosened my hand a little and coughed twice with a little embarrassment.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

Wang Yuan smiled, and then dropped his hand that had been suspended in mid-air.

Tingling pain came from his fingertips, and he frowned and didn't make a sound.

Suddenly, a cold sensation gradually came, slowly covering the stinging pain.

It's a subtle feeling, it's cold and painful, somehow, it feels quite comfortable?

"Okay, you see I didn't lie to you, it really doesn't hurt at all."

Wang Yuanchang exhaled and helped me tie the gauze: "Don't touch the water recently." ”

Wang Yuan packed up the rest of the garbage, and met my stunned and dull gaze: "If you still want to have your hands." ”

"Good ......"

nodded frequently, but in fact, he was helpless in his heart, like thousands of grass and mud horses crashing past, looking like a good girl: "Thank you." ”

Leaving the sofa to the kitchen, leaving Wang Yuan alone in the living room.

"Hey, how's the preparation?"

I jumped into the kitchen, and I was expecting to be able to eat.

"As soon as you're ready, you're waiting for Chef."

Wang Junkai sat idly on the stool in the dining room, nibbling on the apple in his hand, while Qianxi was washing and drying the remaining tools just now, looking like a good man for all.

"Look at you, don't clean up your things when you run out, let others help, eat apples here with nothing to do, and say you're ready!"

smiled helplessly, half-jokingly as if to blame, and made up a sentence: "Look at how good Qianxi is." ”

"Little Kai, he just ......"

"Eh, Qianxi ......"

Qianxi smiled and picked up my words, but unfortunately before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a certain uncalm.

"What happened to him?"

Put on an apron, turn on the fire and start cooking.

"Not much..."

Wang Junkai was the first to speak, stood up slowly on the stool, and walked away slowly: "Hurry up and cook, I'm hungry." ”

Turn around and shake your hair and be handsome.

Faint unease.

The clashing of pots and pans drowned out other sounds, and I entered the world of food.

Forty minutes later, at seven o'clock in the evening, the meal was finally served and placed in front of the three who had been waiting for a long time: "Taste it..."

put down his apron and sat on the edge of Qianxi, looking at them expectantly as they chewed slowly, as if he wanted to see the reason in his expression.

"Delicious, delicious!"

Wang Yuan swallowed the food in his mouth, was the first to speak, and then took a piece of shredded green pepper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's good, it's clumsy, but it tastes good."

Wang Junkai smiled cheaply, showing his tiger teeth, and teasing non-stop, but he still showed full praise.

A big disdainful look was revealed.

Qianxi slowly sandwiched another chopsticks of meat: "When did you learn, being an idol is so tiring and there is this empty time to learn to cook." ”

"Hey, hey... I'm going to make a mushroom cool that can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen~"

looked at a certain one with a puffed mouth on the side.

The meal ended with laughter, and in the blink of an eye it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

I developed a good habit when I was a child, and I packed up the dishes and chopsticks very easily, rolled up my sleeves, and planned to start washing the dishes.

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