Putting down the casserole, Huo Jingyuan lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of fragrance wafted into the air.

Qiao Ruoqing sniffed twice, a little surprised, "This soup tastes the same as Aunt Tang's cooking!" ”

"I learned it from my mother." Huo Jingyuan said, and put a bowl of soup in front of Qiao Ruoqing, "Taste it." ”

Qiao Ruoqing didn't feel anything wrong, and picked up the bowl and tasted it.

It's a little different from Aunt Tang's soup, it's lighter, but it's also delicious.

"Brother Huo, your skills are good." Qiao Ruoqing praised it sincerely for the umpteenth time.

Huo Jingyuan didn't say anything, he ate slowly with chopsticks, but Qiao Ruoqing, who was sitting opposite him, ate happily, eating so happily, and didn't look like a big lady at all.

The meal was coming to an end, and Qiao Ruoqing realized something in hindsight.

Raising her eyebrows, she glanced at Huo Jingyuan, her hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and she looked cautious, "Brother Huo, are you laughing at me?" ”

Huo Jingyuan raised his eyes to look at her, and there was obvious doubt in his eyes.

After thinking about it, Qiao Ruoqing still didn't have the courage to watch Huo Jingyuan say something like that, lowered her head slightly, and avoided Huo Jingyuan's gaze before asking, "Do you think that I can't even cook, it's not like that?" ”

This time, Huo Jingyuan quickly replied: "No." ”

"But you can do it as a man, but I can't ......" Qiao Ruoqing was even more embarrassed.

Huo Jingyuan's expression was very indifferent, "It's just a personal hobby." ”

After eating, Qiao Ruoqing took the initiative to help clean up the dishes and chopsticks, but she only put the tableware into the kitchen, and Huo Jingyuan was still doing the dishwashing.

She stood alone against the wall, and casually looked out the window, it was already dark.

The neon lights are intertwined, the night is bustling, and the colorful lights are intertwined, which is extremely gorgeous.

When Huo Jingyuan came out after washing the dishes, he saw her staring out the window in a daze.

The various lights in the distance reflected in her eyes, forming a brilliant galaxy.

Huo Jingyuan stood beside him, his hands were warmed into his pockets, and he didn't speak.

Sensing his presence, Qiao Ruoqing turned her head away, looked over here, and blinked, "Brother Huo, I should go back." ”

She didn't know that Wu Shan couldn't live here.

It's not early now, if Wu Shan lives here and comes back to see that she is also there, it will be bad to misunderstand.

Huo Jingyuan nodded lightly, walked through the living room, arrived at the door of a bedroom outside, put his hand on the metal doorknob, pressed it slightly, and the door opened.

Qiao Ruoqing simply thought that this was a bedroom, with a bed and wardrobe, and maybe a small sofa or something.

But when she saw the true face of this "bedroom", Qiao Ruoqing was stunned, her eyes were wide open, and she didn't blink.

Probably to make it easier for the girl to hold, Huo Jingyuan packed two twenty-six-inch suitcases with the things Tang Lan brought to Qiao Ruoqing.

As soon as I picked it up, I remembered something again, and took a paper bag from the table next to it and put it on the suitcase.

When he turned around, he saw the girl standing in the doorway, looking at him in amazement.

Glancing back at the grass-green desktop, Huo Jingyuan asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Qiao Ruoqing seemed to have been summoned by something, and involuntarily walked inside.

Entering the room and standing beside Huo Jingyuan, she pointed to the large grass green, and looked at Huo Jingyuan with wide eyes, "You actually have billiards at home?" ”

Huo Jingyuan didn't think there was anything surprising about this at all, but when he saw Qiao Ruoqing's sparkling eyes, he also understood something.

Putting the two suitcases in his hand by the wall, he picked them slightly, pulled one out of a neat row of clubs, and handed it to Qiao Ruoqing, "Try it?" ”

Counting it, Qiao Ruoqing should not have played billiards for almost six years.

When she was in college before, she liked it very much, and often went to the billiard hall with Shi Shi, but once she met a few hooligans in the gym, she was almost bullied, but fortunately she met Song Mingyuan.

Although Song Mingyuan helped her out of the siege that day, he was also very unhappy, and later Qiao Ruoqing never went there again in order to have a good image in front of him.

Now touching the club in her hand, she has a strange feeling.

Seeing that Huo Jingyuan also smoked a cue and was leisurely wiping Qiao Fan, Qiao Ruoqing remembered that she had been ridiculed once for cooking, and she didn't want to be ridiculed a second time, so she obediently stretched out her hands, held the club flat and handed it back, "I didn't play well." ”

Huo Jingyuan put Qiao Fan on the black edge of the table, raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled immodestly, "I'll teach you." ”

Qiao Ruoqing bit her lower lip and had no choice but to take the club back.

Huo Jingyuan played billiards very well, his upper body was lying on the table, holding the club, his appearance was focused, his forehead hair was slightly drooping, and a strand fell on his forehead, and the white shirt on his body was close to the table with his movements, making the lines on his shoulders look smoother.

Qiao Ruoqing put the club on the ground and held it with both hands, leaned back, leaned on the club, and looked at Huo Jingyuan pitifully.

I've scored three goals in a row, and I'm afraid it's not a rhythm to close with one shot.

So, why did he give her the club? Isn't he having a good time by himself?

Qiao Ruoqing was a little depressed, she didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little angry.

Huo Jingyuan likes to play billiards, but he rarely goes outside to play, he feels that the outside environment is too poor, there are many people, and it is too noisy.

So I made a table at home, and I could make two strokes when I was fine, but I didn't expect that Qiao Ruoqing also liked this. 8090

Another shot into the hole, he stood up straight, and inadvertently looked at Qiao Ruoqing, and saw the girl leaning against the pole with her eyes half-closed.

It seems boring.

He hooked his lip slightly, and when he hit the shot again, he deliberately deflected it and the ball slid perfectly over the edge of the hole.

Before the person stood up, the girl who had been standing next to her for a while as a background suddenly became interested, "It's me, it's me!" ”

Then he came over with a club in high spirits, carefully selected the angle, and set up a gesture.

The weather has been cold lately, and she doesn't wear much skirt, but a thin knit with a round neckline and jeans tucked into the front of the hem, and her legs look more slender and straight as people lean over the table.

Huo Jingyuan glanced at it casually, and moved his gaze up very dignified and gentlemanly to watch the girl play.

The division was unfavorable, because of the problem of gestures, Qiao Ruoqing did not score the first goal.

Not only did he not score, but he also hit his ball next to the ball that helped Huo Jingyuan, which was a good support.

She was a little annoyed, and poked her finger at the table in a huff.

It is said that she has not practiced for three days, she has not played for so long, and sure enough, her level has regressed more than a little.

"I'll just say I can't play well." She was embarrassed to look at Huo Jingyuan and muttered quietly.

But although her voice was not loud, she was still heard by Huo Jingyuan.

With a shallow smile on his lips, Huo Jingyuan put down his club, "I said, I'll teach you." ”

Looking at the desktop, Huo Jingyuan quickly found a ball, and looked at the angle, and lightly tapped the desktop in front of him with his fingers, "Come here." ”

Qiao Ruoqing obediently went over and pointed to the ball in the center of the table, "That's it?" ”

"Hmm." Huo Jingyuan bowed.

Qiao Ruoqing pursed her lips and thought for a while, and was about to play the stick when she put on a pose, but the club suddenly had a touch of resistance.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Huo Jingyuan's right hand held behind her right hand, and before she could react, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, and she felt a sense of oppression behind her.

Huo Jingyuan stood behind her, his upper body was pressed down like that, and his left hand broke her fingers, "Don't put your hand like this, it's easy to deviate." ...... like this"

The distance between the two was too close, Qiao Ruoqing looked at Huo Jingyuan sideways, and when Huo Jingyuan spoke, a warm breath sprayed on her side face.

There was a faint smell of grass on his body, which drifted into Qiao Ruoqing's nose, and it smelled very comfortable.

Huo Jingyuan instructed carefully, and saw that the movements of the girl's hands were not only stiff, but also uncooperative, and when he lowered his eyes, he found that the girl was looking at him in a daze, looking a little distracted.

Her fair face seemed to redden slightly under the light.

In Qiao Ruoqing's dark pupils, Huo Jingyuan clearly saw his shadow.

Her eyelashes are long, and with a little mascara, she looks voluptuous and seductive.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Huo Jingyuan turned his gaze away, "Look at the ball, don't look at me." ”

Qiao Ruoqing came back to her senses at this time, and quickly turned her eyes away, her heart was in a mess, and she poked the club forward with a random force in her hand.

She didn't use much force, and the ball she was aiming at was poked and rolled forward twice, dangled twice, and then stopped.

Qiao Ruoqing felt that this ball was not good to play.

Huo Jingyuan still maintained the posture she had just taught her, her left hand propped up next to her left hand, and the watch on her wrist reflected a dazzling light.

I can't see it, but I think it's awkward......

Looking at the time on his watch, Qiao Ruoqing lowered her head, "It's not early, I have to go back." ”

"Hmm." Huo Jingyuan responded, straightened up, carried two suitcases, and sent her downstairs.

After putting the suitcase in the trunk, Huo Jingyuan handed her the paper bag in his hand.

Qiao Ruoqing took it and looked inside, it seemed to be clothes.

"Brother Huo, thank you today, then I'll go first." As he spoke, he got into the car and put the bag on the passenger seat.

Huo Jingyuan walked to the side, bent down and told her to pay attention to safety, she didn't look at him, answered twice randomly, and started the car.

As soon as she got out of the community, Qiao Ruoqing immediately pulled over and parked the car.

Something seemed to be throbbing in her chest, and she reached out and pressed it, and the feeling was even stronger.

The scene just now flashed in her mind, and Qiao Ruoqing instantly found the source of why she was so flustered.

It didn't feel right.

She regretted it a little.

Why did you stay to eat?

Let's eat, why do you want to play billiards?

Let's play billiards, why do you want Huo Jingyuan to teach?

Teach it, why ...... So close.

Huo Jingyuan...... He has a girlfriend......