Ruan Jiaojiao saw that Fu Qiran responded, and went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of pumpkin porridge.

As for the hash browns, she only made a few and put them all on the plate.

"Mr. Fu, this potato cake may have some oil, can you eat it?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked.

Fu Qiran pursed his lips, showing a little displeasure on his face.

This displeasure is not directed at Ruan Jiaojiao, but at herself.

Naturally, his body didn't allow him to eat anything so oily, but he really wanted to try Jiaojiao's potato cakes.

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Qiran said, "It's okay to taste a little." ”

"Uh-huh!" Ruan Jiaojiao replied and said, "The pumpkin porridge is very light, Mr. Fu, you can definitely eat it." ”

Fu Qiran nodded, took a piece of potato cake and took a bite.

Beneath the crispy exterior is a soft potato with a hint of oily texture that spreads in the mouth.

Fu Qiran only felt a churn in his stomach, and the feeling of nausea hit him instantly.

Fu Qiran's Adam's apple rolled a few times, swallowing the nausea.

He picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip of pumpkin porridge.

Pumpkin porridge has a faint sweetness, and there is a taste that seems to be on Ruan Jiaojiao's body.

The light pumpkin porridge instantly suppressed the nausea just now.

"How?" Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran expectantly and asked.

"It's delicious." Fu Qiran said appreciatively.

Ruan Jiaojiao heard the compliment, and a smile appeared on her face.

smiled with crooked eyebrows, and the pear vortex on his cheeks was glowing with a touch of joy.

Fu Qiran saw Ruan Jiaojiao smiling so sweetly, and a ripple rippled in his heart.

"Jiaojiao." Fu Qiran put the potato cake on the plate and said with a little distress, "The potato cake is a little oily, I can't eat it, can Jiaojiao help me eat it?" ”

If he can eat it, then he and Jiaojiao will kiss indirectly, which is really good.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't think much about it, and responded directly.

"Okay~"

Fu Qiran narrowed his eyes, and his face showed a touch of satisfaction.

"It's so nice to be delicate." He said.

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head, not understanding why Fu Qiran had brought up her really good topic again.

"By the way, Mr. Fu, the project on my side is almost over, and the follow-up is the mentor's business." Ruan Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Fu Qiran drank pumpkin porridge and responded with a "hmm".

"And Mr. Fu's coat, I have washed it and put it in my room, when will Mr. Fu want it? I'll send it to you. Ruan Jiaojiao said.

Fu Qiran's eyes flashed slightly, put down the bowl and said, "I'll go to your room to get it later, is it okay?" ”

That way he would be able to enter her room in the open.

Although that used to be his room.

Ruan Jiaojiao thought about it, but she didn't feel anything, she nodded and responded directly.

After this meal, Ruan Jiaojiao took Fu Qiran to her room.

The room is still decorated in pink tones, except that there are more books borrowed from the library on the desk.

This is the first time Fu Qiran has entered Ruan Jiaojiao's room openly.

There was a faint indescribable fragrance in the room, a bit like the smell of Ruan Jiaojiao's body, and a bit like the smell of shower gel.

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, only to feel a strange sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

Walking into Ruan Jiaojiao's room in such an open and honest way was like walking into her heart openly.