Jiang Feiran lives in a high-end community in the center of the city, the housing prices here are staggeringly expensive, Lu Qingfeng has heard that all the people who live here are high-ranking officials and rich people, although her career income is also good, but she is still a little discouraged here.

Lu Qingfeng followed Jiang Feiran into the door, as soon as she turned on the light, her eyes were immediately attracted by a set of transparent glass cabinets next to her, seeing him look at it twice, Jiang Feiran shrugged her shoulders and explained: "It turns out that my dream is to be a pilot."

"Then why aren't you a pilot now?" Lu Qingfeng asked innocently.

Jiang Feiran looked helpless: "Isn't there a throne to inherit in this family?"

Lu Qingfeng could hear the irony in Jiang Feiran's words, and browsed the neatly arranged aircraft models in the glass cabinet with some regret, and suddenly felt a little envy in his heart, no matter whether Jiang Feiran's ideals were realized or not, those times that he worked hard for would eventually become the most valuable wealth in the depths of his memory.

But what about yourself? Lu Qingfeng was secretly smiling bitterly, probably only living well was her only belief for so many years.

It turns out that there are really three, six, and nine levels in life, and she should be the lowest kind of person.

Seeing that Lu Qingfeng's face was wrong, Jiang Feiran thought that she was unwell from a cold, so she walked into the kitchen while rolling up her sleeves.

Lu Qingfeng sat alone on the sofa in the living room, twisting his neck back and forth mechanically to admire the decoration and furnishings of Jiang Feiran's house.

The clean and bright simple design, coupled with a little embellishment of some precious calligraphy, paintings and sculptures, highlights the artistic atmosphere of the whole house, and Lu Qingfeng has to admit that Jiang Feiran is a little inward-looking.

In the middle of the night, a faint smell of paste suddenly wafted from the kitchen, and Lu Qingfeng sniffed and walked over curiously.

In the kitchen, Jiang Feiran was wearing a pink apron, clumsily holding the knife and cutting something hard, with a focused expression, unaware of Lu Qingfeng's slow approach.

Lu Qingfeng stretched out his hand to turn off the gas, looked at the brown sugar water that had been boiled inside, turned his head and asked, "Want to boil ginger sugar water?" ”

Jiang Feiran's hand shook unconsciously when she heard this, the sharp tip of the knife almost scratched her fingers, Lu Qingfeng's face changed in fright, she immediately walked over and snatched the knife from Jiang Feiran's hand, and said in a reproachful tone: "You be careful."

"It's fine". Jiang Feiran smiled a little embarrassed.

Lu Qingfeng gave him a disgusted look: "You go wash your hands, I'll come." After speaking, he skillfully began to cut the knife.

Jiang Feiran was attracted by the regular sound of "dangdang", and didn't bother to wash his hands, so he stayed by Lu Qingfeng's side and watched the movements of her hands.

The light was orange, rendering the kitchen full of fireworks extraordinarily warm, Jiang Feiran gradually lost his mind, his gaze was fixed on Lu Qingfeng's gentle side face, and the heart buried in his chest suddenly began to beat faster.

"Give me a haircut". Lu Qingfeng made a sound to disturb Jiang Feiran, he pursed his lips with an unnatural expression, and then slowly raised his hand to touch the long hair that Lu Qingfeng draped over his shoulders.

The hair seemed to be too soft, and Jiang Feiran's fingertips slid directly over the ends of the hair as they passed through, and at this moment he found that he was actually a little nervous, which sounded like a joke.

So he tried to use his thumb and forefinger to twist Lu Qingfeng's hair that fell to his chest, he clumsily pinned it behind the white and small ear, and when he withdrew his hand, he inadvertently wiped the soft skin and flesh on the earlobe, the green tendons on his forehead couldn't help jumping, and then he exhaled softly.

Lu Qingfeng put the sliced ginger into the brown sugar water, then turned on the gas again, remembered something, turned his head and said to Jiang Feiran: "Take a bowl out."

"Bowl?" Jiang Feiran repeated in a low voice, and then searched around with an aimless gaze, he frowned and bent around to open the cabinet door, looking like a headless fly.

Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but ask: "Shouldn't there be no bowls in your house?"

Jiang Feiran's hand moved, and he seemed to think about it very seriously and replied affirmatively: "Yes."

"But I don't know where my mom put them?" Jiang Feiran added.

Lu Qingfeng nodded, and saw that the brown sugar water in the pot was boiling again, so she stretched out her hand to turn the low heat, and then, she opened the cabinet door on her head with her feet, and sure enough, she saw a row of neatly arranged dishes.

"Here". Lu Qingfeng patted the cabinet door to attract Jiang Feiran's attention.

"I can't reach it". Seeing Jiang Feiran raise his head, Lu Qingfeng stretched out his arm hard to show him.

This scene fell in Jiang Feiran's eyes, it was indeed extremely cute, Lu Qingfeng's whole little face was entangled because of his strength, and his red lips were slightly pursed.

"Be careful". Jiang Feiran first held Lu Qingfeng's slender waist, and when she stood firmly, she easily took off a white porcelain bowl from it.

Lu Qingfeng stood in Jiang Feiran's shadow, raising her eyes to look at his broad shoulders, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in her heart about how she was so small.

The ginger syrup was almost cooked, Lu Qingfeng turned off the fire, took the bowl in Jiang Feiran's hand, and filled it, the red ginger syrup was hot in the white porcelain bowl, and the strong ginger flavor hit Lu Qingfeng's nose was a little sour, seeing that Lu Qingfeng hesitated, Jiang Feiran urged: "Drink it while it's hot."

Lu Qingfeng pursed her lips, a little regretful why she was in such a panic, and hesitated for a long time before she took a big sip of it and went in, and then couldn't help frowning and sticking out her tongue.

"And". Jiang Feiran stood aside and watched, with a serious expression on his face, looking like Lu Qingfeng would not let her go if he didn't drink it all.

"You drink". Lu Qingfeng forcibly held back the nausea that was almost in his mouth, and pushed the bowl in his hand to Jiang Feiran.

"Why do I drink this stuff as a man?" Jiang Feiran forcefully refused.

"This ginger syrup has disease treatment, no disease health care, and besides, didn't you just run around outside with your shirt on, which can prevent you from catching a cold." Lu Qingfeng also planned to drink it with Jiang Feiran, otherwise she wouldn't have to make this effort to cook something so unpalatable that it was terrible.

"Obedient, you're drinking it all quickly". Jiang Feiran frowned and pushed back.

"You drink, or I'll be angry." Lu Qingfeng began to play tricks, glaring at Jiang Feiran.

Jiang Feiran really ate this, obediently took the bowl and drank it.

escaped this catastrophe, Lu Qingfeng bent his eyebrows in satisfaction, and reached out to take the bowl in Jiang Feiran's hand to brush it, but Jiang Feiran avoided it: "You go to the living room and wait for me."

"Oh". Lu Qingfeng was not polite anymore, and walked back with his slippers.

By the time Jiang Feiran washed the dishes and came out, Lu Qingfeng was already so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Jiang Feiran put down his sleeves and looked up at the wall clock on the wall, the time was already past three o'clock in the morning.

So Jiang Feiran brought the depressed Lu Qingfeng to the guest room on the second floor, the decoration of the guest room is somewhat similar to that of a five-star hotel, although it is luxurious, it makes people feel extremely cold.

"You have a good rest, I'm right next door and there's something calling me". Jiang Feiran turned on all the lights, then turned around and walked out the door.

The door closed slowly, Lu Qingfeng sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then went into the bathroom to look, as soon as her hand reached under the faucet, the knock on the door sounded smoothly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Qingfeng opened the door and looked at Jiang Feiran in surprise and asked.

"I haven't worn this shirt once, you can wear it as pajamas to sleep." Jiang Feiran handed the white shirt in his hand to Lu Qingfeng, who took it with a smile and said "thank you".

Lu Qingfeng was really sleepy enough, so she didn't take a shower again, changed into the shirt Jiang Feiran gave her and fell asleep.

She didn't wake up until noon, and when she opened her eyes, she wasn't too conscious, so she sat up in an instant when she was frightened by everything strange in the room, and looked around carefully before she slowly reacted.

Lu Qingfeng pulled out the quilt and got out of bed, then went straight into the bathroom, took a simple shower, quickly changed into his clothes and walked out of the door of the guest room.

Remembering what Jiang Feiran said last night, he was next door, Lu Qingfeng's footsteps stopped, she hesitated and raised her hand to knock on the door, but she waited for a long time and did not respond.

Lu Qingfeng walked down the stairs with vague steps, and was startled by the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa, she opened her eyes and was stunned for a moment, and then greeted with some embarrassment: "Hello."

The beautiful woman is about the same age as Yin Sujin, but compared to the softness on Yin Sujin's body, the beautiful woman is a little more aggressive, she put down the coffee cup in her hand, raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Lu Qingfeng probably guessed that the beautiful woman should be Jiang Feiran's mother, so he didn't care about the beautiful woman's tone, and replied in a low voice: "I'm his friend."

Friend? This word seemed ambiguous and unusual in this situation, but Lu Qingfeng couldn't think of anything else to answer for a while.

The beautiful woman frowned and didn't speak again, but glanced at Lu Qingfeng with disgust, then turned her head and shouted loudly at the kitchen: "Sister Lan, come and wipe the floor in the living room."

Obviously, these words implied the meaning of sending off guests, and Lu Qingfeng naturally didn't want to stay longer for a moment, so he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "Then aunt, I'll go first."

"Who's your aunt?" The beautiful woman said sarcastically, which made Lu Qingfeng's back stiffen, and she clenched her fists and walked out of Jiang Feiran's house quickly.