In front of a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, Wen Yan sat on the carpet with his back against the cushions, barefoot.

The afternoon sun worked extra hard to generously sprinkle the whole apricot blanket, turning it into a light gold, and also softly covering his feet.

Outside the window, the green is full of greenery, the falling flowers are colorful, the blue sky is the background board, and the warm sun is the light, this angle is too suitable for painting and sketching.

After Shen Xihuan failed to try to open the door, he was bored looking at a few freehand paintings on the staircase wall. She jumped up and down the steps, unintentionally looking up, and couldn't help but look stunned.

Such a large view outside the window is no match for the dazzling eyes of the people in the window who look down and look through the documents.

He's really too good to wear black, and the side face is delicate and almost smoking.

As far as her subjective disgust for this guy is at the moment, it is not enough to knock her conscience and make her make the unwillful conclusion that "he is not good-looking".

It can be seen how capable his face is.

Wen Yan, you can be so annoying when you look like this, but you can imagine that you also hate it miserably.

It really starts with appearance and ends with character.

Shen Sihuan is dialectically arguing in many ways on the two topics of "how good-looking and annoying Wen Yan is".

Wen Yan moved his neck, his eyes wandered left and right, looking for something, and finally stopped after locking on to her.

She deliberately avoided her gaze, digging at her ears and scratching at the top of her head.

"It's so sleepy......"

Wen Yan patted the sofa behind him.

"Come here, sleep here."

- Cut, me! Can you control where I sleep?

Two minutes later.

She owes herself and snuggles up on the couch to express her satisfaction.

The owner of this sofa is not compatible with her, but she and this sofa are very compatible. After lying down for two seconds, he was comfortable all over, as if he had a mandarin league in his previous life.

Especially at this moment, the sun is warm, there is a sofa back to block it, it is not dazzling, and the sofa is warm.

Within a few breaths, she fell asleep.

In the air, there was only the faint sound of turning pages.

After reading the last line, Wen Yan put down the document in his hand and rested with his arms hanging on the back of the sofa.

The man on the couch behind him suddenly rolled over, and a small hand flung up, right on the tip of his right finger.

He looked sideways, and the small piece of the fingernail was as moist as jade in the sun.

His ring and little fingers moved, and they moved a little closer, and then they moved, and they moved closer, and they could ...... in the next second.

Suddenly, the hand was taken back by the sleeping master.

……

Shen Xihuan was awakened by a terrible aroma.

Her dog's nose followed the smell and drifted to the open kitchen.

Wen Yan was wearing an apron and was frying rice.

Almost the moment she saw the pot of fried rice with diced meat and corn kernels, she felt the fireworks crackling and exploding on the screen covered by the heavenly spirit.

- Oh my god, yes...... Be......

"Wake up, can you eat omelet rice tonight?"

-! I'm dead!!

If one day God hands her with the honor of "erasing the scourge of Wen Yan from the world", she will definitely say two words affectionately:

1，With pleasure.

2. Please leave his skills in making omelet rice!

I remember that the three of them used to be at home, and she and Ah Yue would often change their methods and let Wen Yan cook for them.

I introspect myself every day: "Today, have I successfully asked Wen Yan to cook?" ”

Cooking is the only thing Ah Yue is not very good at, and it is also Wen Yan's only two talented abilities - the other is a face.