She has been in the entertainment industry and has cooperated with many male artists.

But the man is clearly more beautiful than those male artists.

Handsome eyebrows and phoenix eyes, knife-cut facial features...... If he weren't a cripple, I'm afraid that looking at the entire entertainment industry, I wouldn't be able to find a comparable man.

Heaven is really fair.

Tang Qianxu sighed lightly and turned back upstairs.

As soon as I took a few steps, I only heard a "bang" behind me.

She glanced back, and the solid wood door was closed.

I think the window in the hallway outside the house was not closed, and the wind brought the door shut.

Tang Qianxu didn't think much about it, and slowly returned to his house.

I had just walked to the door when the doorbell rang downstairs.

The voice was hilarious, slightly harsh.

There was only one Tang Qianxu in this huge house.

In desperation, she had no choice but to turn back and go downstairs to open the door.

The heavy door opened.

Outside the door was the man in a wheelchair.

Tang Qianxu looked at him condescendingly.

Although Fang had already seen his stunning handsome face, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he looked at it again.

Then she quietly moved to the side, "It's not the door I closed, it's the wind." ”

There is no briefcase left on the man's lap.

I thought that when I went out just now, I had already handed it over to the man named Luo You.

The wheelchair turned, and the man entered the room, his gaze only passing lightly from Tang Qianxu's face.

He didn't speak.

As if he hadn't seen Tang Qianxu, he went to his own house.

Tang Qianxu: "......"

It seems that Wei Yuan is right.

Her roommate is indeed not easy to get along with.

There is such a thing as a hot face sticking to a cold ass, Tang Qianxu can't do it.

When the man returned to the house, she also twitched the corners of her mouth and went upstairs.

It's probably to show off that your legs are sound.

Tang Qianxu rushed back to his house before the man and slammed the door shut.

The upstairs door slammed.

Qin Siyu, who was pressing the password to open the door, was stunned by his fingertips.

"The password is incorrect, please re-enter it." Female electro-friendly tips.

The man furrowed his eyebrows.

I had to be patient and re-enter the password.

……

As night fell, the drizzle drifted away, quickly wetting the ground in the community.

Around seven o'clock in the evening.

Ma Menglian and Wei Yuan visited Tang Qianxu together.

Both are office workers.

Before the work was completed, it was brought to Tang Qianxu's house.

At present, the two of them, one occupies Tang Qianxu's study, and the other occupies Tang Qianxu's sofa and coffee table, and they are working hard.

Tang Qianxu was busy in the kitchen by himself.

For dinner for three people, she prepares four dishes and one soup, all of which are home-cooked dishes.

In the past two years, her life has been difficult.

It was only thanks to Ma Menglian and Wei Yuan that they survived, and they had a chance to start over.

So in Tang Qianxu's heart, these two people are already like relatives.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the meal was served.

Ma Menglian and Wei Yuan just finished their work.

"It's so fragrant, I smell the spicy crayfish!" Ma Menglian sniffed and went to the dining table uncontrollably.

Wei Yuan came out of the study and also took a deep breath: "It's really fragrant!" ”

"Chisu, when are you going to cook?"

Tang Qianxu used to have ten fingers that didn't touch the spring water.

Wei Yuan has known her for seven years, and only today did he know that she actually knew how to cook!

Tang Qianxu came out of the kitchen.

Holding a portion of corn rib soup in his hand.

Glancing at Ma Menglian and Wei Yuan with a light smile, she put the soup down.

"Come over to dinner and try my craft."

She didn't answer Wei Yuan's question.

I turned around and went to the kitchen fridge to get a bottle of soy milk and filled it for each of them.

The strong aroma of corn rib soup hooked Ma Menglian's saliva.

She was not polite, and served herself a bowl of soup first.

I only heard Wei Yuan ask Tang Qianxu again: "In the future, what are your plans?" ”