Ignoring this guy's nonsense, Ye Qingran forcibly carried her back, and at this time, Fan Yuyan's parents had already called to urge.

There was no way, Fan Yiyu had to honestly confess that when she went downstairs just now, she fell because she didn't pay attention to the jumping guide, what made her mouth crooked was that her mother not only didn't care about her foot injury, but asked about Ye Qingran's whereabouts: "Then since that's the case, let Qingran come to eat, it doesn't matter if you don't use it, let's order a takeout at home." ”

"Mom, how can you do this!" No matter how big Fan Yan's heart is, he can't accept this kind of treatment gap.

"Then you see you every day, Ran Ran is a guest, you can't let Ran Ran eat takeout with you." Fan Yiyi's mother was still talking on the phone that could make Fan Xiaopang angry to death.

Fan Xiaopang glanced at Ye Qingran, hung up the phone angrily, threw the phone away, and threw himself into the air, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and then landed perfectly.

Fan Yiyi, who was buried in the quilt, also had a sullen voice: "What kind of guest are you, my mother just dislikes me when she sees me coming back, and she actually lets me eat takeout." ”

"It's easy if you don't want to eat takeout, do you have food at home?" Ye Qingran asked a key question, however, Fan Yiyi's confident voice: "I've been filming outside for so long, do you think there is anything to eat in this house?" ”

"Even if there is, it stinks, but your home looks so tidy, it should be your aunt tidying up." Ye Qingran knows very well that artists like Fan Yiyi usually have the time to tidy up their homes, not to mention at this age, it is estimated that they will clean up this house casually, let alone cook by themselves, if they don't have that energy, they may not be delicious.

In this situation, only takeout is their staple food, or eating out.

"Huh?" Fan Yiyi lazily turned over on the quilt, put on a bewitching posture, looked at Ye Qingran in front of him and said, "Then what do you say we will eat tonight?" You can't ask my parents to send it over. ”

"Wait, there's a knock on the door outside, it's Uncle Fan." Ye Qingran ran to open the door and was quite surprised to see Fan Tao outside the door, she and Fan Tao are also old acquaintances, but they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Fan Tao was still holding the thermos box in his hand, and the smile on his face was still the same: "Qingran, why didn't you tell me for so long in the capital, come, although these meals are a little rough, but they are made at home, you taste them first, what about her?" ”

"Dad, you don't ask me how my foot injury is." Fan Yiyi stood aside for a long time, and was finally glanced at by his father, and was almost moved to tears.

However, Fan Tao was still worried about his work at home, and after chatting with Ye Qingran for a few words, he hurriedly glanced at Fan Tao: "Well, it looks like I'm in good spirits, and I haven't lost a few pounds of meat, I'll go back first, and call your mother to help you take a look tomorrow, if not, I'll call a car to go to the hospital by myself." ”

“…… Am I really biological? Fan Yiyi looked at Fan Tao's departing back speechlessly, turned his head, looked at Ye Qingran on the side and asked.

Ye Qingran, who was opening the thermos box, got up and washed two pairs of chopsticks: "It should be, even if it's not you, don't dislike yourself." ”

"Get out." Fan Yi sat down angrily and took a bite of rice, always feeling that this bite of rice was like Ye Qingran in front of her, which made her feel a little relieved.

Even so, thinking of what happened to him this afternoon, Fan Yuran was still a little unhappy, and while Ye Qingran was eating vegetables on the right, he grabbed her arm and bit her hard.

Ye Qingran frowned painfully, and couldn't help but provoke Fan Yiyan's chin, forcing her to withdraw her mouth, and then said: "Why did you bite me suddenly, you can't blame me for falling." ”

"I think it's more comfortable to bite you, that's what I learned from you." After Fan Yiyi took a bite of Ye Qingran, he felt very relieved, and finally stopped, willing to eat well.

"I think you're just treating me like a pig's knuckle." However, Ye Qingran didn't listen to her at all, and looked at Fan Yiyan, who was eating in front of him, and said unhappily.

In such a situation, the two of them finally finished eating noisily, and Fan Yiyu shouted that his leg hurt and kept trying to make Ye Qingran.

It's a pity that Ye Qingran sat on the sofa and didn't say a few words that were salty and indifferent, and all of them pushed her offensive, and he didn't care about her intention at all.

Fan Yiyan, who was smoking in his throat at the end, sat down next to Ye Qingran with one butt and bumped Ye Qingran with his shoulder: "Eh, cut me an apple." ”

"Love to eat or not." Ye Qingran picked up one and gave it to Fan Yuyan.

Poor Fan Yanyan, who was majestic outside, had to curl up on the sofa at home, holding the apple that Ye Qingran threw to her, and had the urge to scratch Ye Qingran to death.

When Ye Qingran noticed that something was wrong, she turned her head to look, and suddenly felt that her face was full of black lines, only to see Fan Yiyi rubbing the apple on her clothes.

With such a scene, Ye Qingran asked her coldly, "What are you doing?" ”

"It's more hygienic to wipe it before eating." Fan Yiyi innocently raised his face to look at her.

Ye Qingran looked at the fairy chin and the smile hidden in her eyes, and finally stood up unbearably.

Fan Yiran was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, thinking that Ye Qingran was about to stand up and beat her, until she saw Ye Qingran reaching out to her, she said, "What are you doing?" ”

"You're not going to eat cut apples?" Ye Qingran looked at Fan Yanyan's expression, and once again sighed why there was such a big gap in his treatment, and finally took the apple and went to the kitchen.

"The kind I'm going to cut off at both ends." Fan Yiran also followed Ye Qingran to the kitchen, and looked at Ye Qingran holding a knife to peel apples quite strategically, which was very rare: "How can you peel apples so long and keep coming down?" ”

"It's okay to do a lot of hands, don't be like someone who just stands here and tells others what to do." Ye Qingran said quietly.

When Ye Qingran came back, Fan Yiran asked for one more: "You feed me." ”

"Girl, did you just fall on your head?" Ye Qingran just sat down and held his notebook, preparing to write a manuscript, but he didn't expect Fan Yiyi's tricks to be so renovated, and he had a headache.

"I just fell on my foot." Fan Yuyu didn't hear anything wrong with Ye Qingran's words.

"Is it the feet? I thought you fell on your brain, and you forgot where you were injured. Ye Qingran continued to type, no longer paying attention to Fan Yuyan. (To be continued.) )