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Feng Yichen was in the living room, far less light and breezy than when he had just left the bedroom.

For Jian Chu's answer, he was not so confident.

Xiao Yi sat next to him with a blank face, glancing at Feng Yichen from time to time.

I just think that today's Uncle Feng seems a little strange.

"Uncle Feng, are you nervous?" He saw that Uncle Feng had come out of her room.

Feng Yichen sat straight on the sofa, watching TV, expressionless.

Hearing this, he turned his head, his face was already expressionless, and he looked a little fierce.

"Not nervous."

Xiao Yi? “……”

"Oh."

"But, the remote control is going to break." Xiao Yi said with some grievances.

When Feng Yichen heard this, he lowered his head and looked at the remote control that he was pinching in his hand, and the plastic remote control was a little cracked, and there was a rattling sound.

Feng Yichen: "......"

The man put down the remote control in his hand very calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"The quality is not very good."

Xiao Yi: "......"

The quality of his remote control is very good, and it has fallen directly to the ground several times, but it has not been broken!

As he was talking, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Jian Chu stood at the door, seemingly a little uncomfortable.

His eyes fluttered, and he didn't forget to look at the living room.

"Well, you came back so late, haven't you eaten yet?" Jian Chu asked in an uncomfortable voice.

She remembered that when Feng Yichen went home, they had already finished eating.

And he must have not eaten at such a fast pace.

Feng Yichen looked at her and hummed sullenly: "I didn't eat." ”

Jian Chu responded to an oh, and then walked to the kitchen, his voice was a little unnatural: "Then, then I'll cook noodles for you." ”

After saying that, he went into the kitchen.

Feng Yichen looked at the kitchen door and frowned.

I didn't say anything, and sat quietly on the sofa.

The strange atmosphere between the two, Xiao Yi has the most intuitive feeling.

"Uncle Feng, did you quarrel?" He asked, a little nervously.

"No ......," Feng Yichen replied casually.

Then, I don't know what came to mind, I got up and walked to the kitchen.

Xiao Yi was extremely uneasy, but he couldn't bear to follow, but his eyes glanced over there.

In the kitchen, water was boiling in Jian Chu's pot, and she was looking at the water surface, a little distracted.

When Feng Yichen came in, he saw such a picture.

The man pursed his lips and stood aside, not speaking.

Jian Chu seemed to be a little aware, turned his head sideways, and saw the man at the kitchen door.

Suddenly, his cheeks popped inexplicably and turned red.

There is nowhere to put my hands and feet.

"It's not good yet." She said.

Feng Yichen hummed casually.

After a while, he asked, "Have you thought about it?" ”

Jian Chu suddenly retracted his gaze, looked at the water in front of him, and wrinkled his nose.

Then, looking up, there was no trace of the twisting and shyness that had just occurred.

He raised his chin and looked at Feng Yichen, and said in a disapproving tone: "Oh, that...... I'm going to think about it for a few days. ”

Looking at the girl's arrogant little appearance, Feng Yichen's tight thread also relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a chuckle.

"Oh, think about it for a few days."

The smiling voice made Jian Chu a little uncomfortable: "If you don't want to wait, I don't have to agree anyway." ”

Feng Yichen chuckled again: "Okay, wait." ”

The tips of Jian Chu's ears were red: "Oh, then you go out." ”

Feng Yichen glanced at her and obediently walked out of the kitchen.