As we enter October, the weather starts to get cooler.

Because it's a Saturday, the ginger rolls are rare and laid-back.

Dinner was originally made by He Lin, but Father Xie came back this morning, He Lin was happy, so he wanted to show his hand again, but Father Xie felt sorry for his wife and didn't let her do it, so the burden naturally fell on Xie Zhisui.

Xie Zhisui didn't have any opinions, and after seeing Father Xie and He Lin go upstairs, he looked at the ginger roll sitting on the sofa.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

That's probably the only benefit.

The ginger rolled his mouth and reported a lot of dishes.

After the report, Xie Zhisui smiled inexplicably, Xie Zhisui rarely smiled, every time he smiled, ginger roll had a bad premonition, and this time was no exception.

Just about to regret it, Xie Zhisui approached this side, propped himself on the sofa with one hand, and looked down at her.

Her eyes were deep and clear, and her long eyelashes drooped, as if they would touch her face if they got any closer.

Jiang Juan looked at him a little nervously, at this height, but saw the collarbone hidden under his thin sweater.

Touching her nervous gaze, the corners of Xie Zhisui's lips rose slightly, and he asked her, "What are you nervous about?" ”

Jiang Juan opened his eyes and said nonsense: "No." ”

Xie Zhisui's eyes narrowed, and the distance between the two narrowed.

Xie Zhisui's gaze fell on her pink lips, his fingers caressed her cheeks, and before he could do anything, he heard He Lin's voice on the second floor: "Zhisui? Roll roll? ”

Xie Zhisui's gaze was slightly sluggish, but he didn't panic at all, and his fingertips stroked her cheek twice before moving away.

Xie Zhisui straightened up and looked up in the direction where He Lin was.

The mother and son looked at each other, He Lin was stunned at first, and then said with a smile: "The relationship between the two of you is really good, I was afraid that you would have a cold temperament and not be able to play with the scrolls." ”

"Hmm." Xie Zhisui nodded, "I'll cook." ”

Jiang Juan watched Xie Zhisui leave and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

What's going on with this fear of getting caught?

Why did she seem to have done something wrong, and Xie Zhisui acted like she was fine?

Jiang Juan patted his cheek, and the heat on his face slowly went down.

During the meal, Xie Zhisui sat next to her, and halfway through the meal, Jiang Juan's mobile phone rang.

She glanced at the call and quickly picked it up.

It was the phone call of Zeng Yu, the mother of the original owner, Jiang Juan picked it up, and heard Zeng Yu say: "Baby, how are you doing lately, my mother has been busy for the past two days, and I haven't called you." ”

Although he knew that Zeng Yu couldn't see it, Jiang Juan nodded subconsciously, and then said obediently: "Very good, Aunt He and Uncle Xie are all fine." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on his knee was suddenly grasped.

Who else could be sitting next to her, she didn't have to think about it, but now Xie Zhisui must be pretending to be eating seriously, and if he didn't look under the table, he couldn't see what he was actually doing.

She didn't say anything, but Xie Zhisui had to move forward, his fingertips passing through the slit of her hand, firmly clasping her palm.

His skin was soft, sticking to the palm of his hand and sticking to the back of her hand, unscrupulous, Jiang Juan immediately understood, and added: "It's also good to have a brother who knows it." ”

A sentence of knowing his brother easily flattered Xie Zhisui.

Xie Zhisui withdrew his hand, his eyes bent, and the speed of eating became faster.

Jiang Juan felt that Xie Zhisui was very cautious, and this kind of thing should be compared.