When An Xiaoxi saw Qiao Wenhan push the door in, he was a little embarrassed. This is Qiao's Mansion, and the one lying on the hospital bed is Qiao Wenhan's grandfather, taking care of the old man so diligently, will there be a suspicion of overstepping his bounds.

The more you think about it, the more you feel bad. Being delicate can sometimes be a burden.

"Have you eaten?"

An Xiaoxi hurriedly got up and let Qiao Wenhan sit in his chair. Qiao Wenhan didn't sit down, and moved over casually.

An Xiaoxi smiled awkwardly, this Qiao Wenhan, his emotions became faster than the wind. In the afternoon, I just confessed in the conservatory in the garden, and I was afraid that I was willing to escape my heart and liver to An Xiaoxi.

At this time, he put on a cold face, which is really infuriating. But as soon as he saw his sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and weak pale face, this anger was suppressed again.

He was in pain, and she knew it.

Qiao Wenhan saw that the small table on the side was still with the confiscated dinner plates and butterfly bowls, and his heart tightened. He had never seen his grandfather eat so much, but after thinking about it, it was probably An Xiaoxi's little girl who pretended to be a public servant and ate it all by herself.

Thinking of this, maybe the image of An Xiaoxi gobbling up on weekdays resurfaced, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Do you eat delicious food behind my back and treat me like an outsider?"

Although the owner of this bedroom is Old Man Qiao, this is said to An Xiaoxi.

An Xiaoxi was in a hurry and hurriedly defended.

"Where did I eat behind your back, it is obvious that you refuse to appreciate your face, I sent someone to call you just now, but no one responded, thinking you were asleep."

An Xiaoxi was nervous, and his speech was like a machine gun, suddenly popping out, looking a little funny.

"Look at you, it's a loss."

Qiao Wenhan took the opportunity to defeat her, and An Xiaoxi was beaten to the point where she had no power to fight back, and it was difficult to argue.

"I'm an outsider."

muttered something quietly, but was heard by Old Man Qiao.

"Okay, okay, I'll find someone to quarrel with as soon as I come, you haven't eaten and let the kitchen do some more, don't embarrass the little ghost."

Seeing Old Man Qiao help her speak, An Xiaoxi felt a bad breath.

She actually left some dishes for Qiao Wenhan, and wanted to wait for him to wake up and send them to his room. But this person's true face was revealed too quickly, and before she could show her favor, she went crazy first.

In this way, An Xiaoxi refused to bring out those dishes and let Qiao Wenhan eat noodles.

"Grandpa, how can you help her talk."

Qiao Wenhan deliberately spoke to anger An Xiaoxi, and An Xiaoxi glanced at him.

Maybe he was too excited all of a sudden, talking too much, and Old Man Qiao suddenly coughed. An Xiaoxi hurriedly helped him lie down, cleaned up the dining table, and left with Qiao Wenhan.

The two of them came to the kitchen one after the other, and the kitchen was empty, and it was already late at night. The maids had long since fallen asleep, and only one guard of the gatehouse was left awake in the entire Qiao Mansion.

An Xiaoxi quickly turned on the faucet and began to wash the dishes, and Qiao Wenhan rummaged through the cabinets to find food. The two of them seemed to have made an appointment, but neither spoke.

The air was full of embarrassment, except for the sound of An Xiaoxi fiddling with dishes.

Suddenly, with a bang, she turned her head to look over. Qiao Wenhan knocked over a box of pasta to the ground.

"Big brother, isn't this your home? You can't figure out anything! ”

As he spoke, An Xiaoxi skillfully wiped her hands on her apron and cleaned up the overturned surface. Open the refrigerator again and bring out a few crisper boxes.

A small table of dishes is heated in three or two clicks.

"Eat, I didn't touch it and didn't poison it for you just now."

Qiao Wenhan looked at the steaming dishes, looked at the fine beads of sweat oozing from An Xiaoxi's forehead, and looked at her pink neck, and was fascinated.

"Hey!"

An Xiaoxi shook his hand in front of Qiao Wenhan's eyes, and snapped his fingers by the way.

"If you still eat it or not, it's going to be cold."

"Eat."

Qiao Wenhan sat at the dining table, eating the most humble dinner ever, with mixed feelings. This feeling was unprecedented, and I don't know what it was like to make his heart very uncomfortable.

This feeling is human, and the chef he paid for can't do it, and the chef of a five-star hotel can't do it. Human affection is hidden in the taste of home, one family taste, unique, difficult to reproduce.

Qiao Wenhan drank some soup first, and the egg flowers had no fresh taste after being refrigerated and reheated, but he felt that the "leftovers" dyed with the smell of the refrigerator tasted very wonderful and beautiful.

After An Xiaoxi put all the dishes and chopsticks in place, he turned around and saw how the picky eater of the emperor's tongue was eating.

"What's wrong, doesn't it taste right?"

Seeing that Qiao Wenhan drank some soup, the dim sum and stir-fry did not move.

"It's not."

Qiao Wenhan lowered his head to eat and didn't look at An Xiaoxi, because at this moment, his eyes were probably as red as rabbits. It turns out that the touching is so heart-wrenching.

He suddenly understood why his grandfather wanted An Xiaoxi to cook a meal, and he also understood the reason why his grandfather liked An Xiaoxi from the bottom of his heart from the first time he saw him, and even touched his heart dimly.

An Xiaoxi, this woman, is a reassuring woman, and in her, she has the taste of home.

"Then you can eat, put it in the sink after eating, and I'll wash it later."

An Xiaoxi was still unhappy with Qiao Wenhan's attitude just now, and she was embarrassed in front of Old Man Qiao, and she also wanted to punish her a little, ignoring this moody tyrant for the time being.

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave the kitchen. As he walked, he complained, "Eat slowly."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wenhan's arm stretched over and grabbed her at once.

"Why?"

An Xiaoxi's voice was low, afraid that the other servants would hear it and rush over, the picture was too beautiful, but it was too exciting.

"What's the hurry, stay with me."

Qiao Wenhan lowered his head and continued to eat, pushing An Xiaoxi to the chair opposite.

"Okay, Master Qiao, who made this your home. I obeyed. ”

An Xiaoxi took out his mobile phone to pass the time, and didn't pay much attention to Qiao Wenhan. Qiao Wenhan ate hot soup and rice, and then saw An Xiaoxi's face, and his complex emotions were about to reach their peak.

On one side is Cai Mengyu, and on the other side is An Xiaoxi. He never thought that he was still swaying from side to side. Even in the face of a big living person like An Xiaoxi, he still misses the good past from time to time.

What he really can't get is always in turmoil, and now that he has An Xiaoxi's heart, he feels that his fearlessness is particularly hateful, and he begins to hate himself.

And no matter how much you hate yourself, it won't help, the more depressed you are, the more times you think of Cai Mengyu.

After Qiao Wenhan finished eating, he obediently put all the dishes into the sink, this was the first time he had done this.

"I said ......"

Ann Xiaoxi yawned repeatedly, long past the time she had fallen asleep.

"Can I go back and rest?"

It's almost a bit of a pleading, but it's actually satirizing Qiao Wenhan's domineering.

"Where are you going?"

Qiao Wenhan sat down at the table again and looked at An Xiaoxi.

"Go home, where else can you go back."

An Xiaoxi pursed her lips and looked impatient. If it weren't for Master Qiao's temperament today, he went back to the room to think about life, how could it be her turn to have dinner with Old Master Qiao, delaying the time to go home.

"I can't go back, it's right here."

Qiao Wenhan's eyes are sincere, his attitude is serious, his tone is stiff, and his heart is hot.

He wanted to love An Xiaoxi a little more, so that he could make up for the mistakes he occasionally remembered Cai Mengyu. He had been a playboy for so many years before, and he only wanted to be single-minded with these two women.

But fate has made him always have to choose one or the other.

"There are no empty rooms here, I just asked Uncle Zhang. Also, I want to go home, this is the main reason, I haven't rested well for a few days in a row, you can let me go today, okay, count me begging you! ”

An Xiaoxi quickly washed the remaining dishes and threw the apron directly onto the back of the chair she was sitting on. Just leaving.

"Don't go."

Qiao Wenhan's voice was as low as the weather before a storm, dull and hidden with huge energy.

An Xiaoxi was startled by this voice, she was worried that something would happen to Qiao Wenhan. From the afternoon onwards, he had become weird. I only knew that Qiao Wenhan was easy to sleepwalk on rainy days, but I didn't expect that there were other problems on snowy days.

"What's wrong?"

An Xiaoxi patted Qiao Wenhan on the shoulder, Qiao Wenhan raised his eyes and grabbed her hand. A dozen horizontal, directly carried to his bedroom.

"Hey ......"

An Xiaoxi resisted quietly along the way, as if they were all taken by Qiao Wenhan as a deaf ear.

"I'm really not in the mood to mess with you today, I just want to get a good night's sleep."

With a bang, Qiao Wenhan reflexively closed the door with his foot.

Now this room is a small world, just the two of them.

"You sleep, I won't disturb you."

Qiao Wenhan took out a quilt from the cloakroom with an expressionless face and lay down on the sofa by himself. It made An Xiaoxi very embarrassed.

This is Qiao Wenhan's home, Qiao Wenhan's room, how can he be like a guest, and An Xiaoxi is like a host.

But sleepiness struck, and she was not allowed to struggle and think more. An Xiaoxi quickly went to the bathroom to wash, got into the quilt with Qiao Wenhan's unique fragrance, warm and comfortable, and soon fell asleep deeply, and there was a shocking snoring sound.

Qiao Wenhan had no intention of sleeping, not because of An Xiaoxi's snoring. His mind was so messed up that he couldn't get a good face even after washing it with cold water. After a quick shower, I couldn't sleep on the couch.

So he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at An Xiaoxi's cheeks, eyelashes, and slightly fluttering nose. That's peace of mind.

It was late at night, and I stayed awake all night. Qiao Wenhan sat alone on the sofa, and finally deleted the photos of Cai Mengyu stored in his mobile phone.

It's time to make a decision.

His present and future will belong to An Xiaoxi.

Without sleepiness, he went to work hard, Qiao Wenhan came to the study alone, read the plan, read the book, read the contract, and survived this sleepless night.

An Xiaoxi is not an outsider, An Xiaoxi has become an important part of his life, and even the Jinqiao Group and the Qiao family.

As soon as the morning dawns, he will go to his grandfather and explain it.