A suspicious flush gradually crept up his fair cheeks, and Song Xingran only felt that he was really useless.

It's just that she doesn't know that Lu Qingchen is like a poppy to her, the kind of existence that is both dangerous and addictive.

She desperately tried to quit, but to no avail.

He looked at her, and there was always a deadly magic that overwhelmed her.

Song Xingran hurriedly looked away and looked down at the packing box in his hand.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and held it in front of him.

"Well, the ravioli I bought for you."

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes and stared at the thing in her hand.

His eyes sparkled slightly.

But he didn't speak.

Song Xing was pursed, didn't she remember that he liked to eat wontons?

When they weren't officially together, one day she bought wontons, and Lu Qingchen ate them.

At that time, Song Xingran asked him: "Do you also like to eat wontons?" ”

She originally thought that a proud man like him would not like these inconspicuous things.

But unexpectedly, Lu Qingchen at that time nodded very coldly.

At that time, Song Xingran was still chasing Lu Qingchen.

In order to do what he likes, he brought him some wontons every once in a while.

Naturally, she bought the best, and some wonton shops had good business, so she had to queue up very early to get them.

But at that time, no matter what she did for Lu Qingchen, her heart was sweet.

She has never touched the spring water with her hands, she didn't learn anything, but she learned to make wontons.

After all, she likes to eat herself.

But now......

Song Xingran looked at Lu Qingchen with an expressionless face, he didn't seem to like it.

Yes, people's tastes always change.

"Don't you like it?" 
Song Xingran asked tentatively.

I glanced at the wontons in the box again, and it looked like they were all mushy into a mess.

He doesn't like it, and it doesn't seem to be anything.

After all, Lu Qingchen is really picky.

"I like it."

After a long time, Lu Qingchen lightly spit out two words.

Hoarse and extremely magnetic.

His eyes were gloomy, as if something was gathering there, and in an instant, the wind surged.

Song Xingran heard his answer, and he didn't know why, so he suddenly breathed a big sigh of relief.

Just like it.

Wait, why does she care so much about his current preferences?

This man can't be approached.

"But I hurt my hand."

His beautiful voice sounded again, and in his tone, Dai was helpless and aggrieved.

Song Xingran looked at his hand, oh yes, his right hand was injured.

"Don't you still have a left hand?"

She remembered that Lu Qingchen's two hands were quite flexible.

"The left hand is not skilled."

Lu Qingchen said expressionlessly, as if there was really such a thing.

When Song Xingran heard this, he said angrily: "Then don't eat it." ”

Want to fool her again?

Does she look like one of those ignorant girls who have just left school?

When I wanted to chase him at the beginning, she was also known as the king of routines, okay?

Looking at the little girl's puffed face, it was still pink.

The way it looks when dyed and angry, it's so good-looking.

However, she was angry.

Lu Qingchen's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his left hand to take the things in her hand.

Song Xingran's brows moved.

Oh, look, this is the man.

You can't follow him hard just because he's handsome, you have to let him know how good he is.

Ahh

Lu Qingchen took the bowl of wontons and opened it slowly.

Left-handed.

But his left hand seemed to be really inflexible, and when he opened the lid, he almost spilled the soup.