It was Jia Ying who was kneeling on the fleece carpet, and Nie Peng, who was in a trance for a while, almost didn't recognize it.

As for how he walked into the bathroom, how he changed his clothes, and how he soaked in the bathtub, he didn't know anymore, only a pounding heartbeat.

"Nie Peng, the change of clothes is ready for you, on the chairs at the door, the towels are all newly bought, don't soak in the bathtub for too long, the water temperature is not good." The sound of instructions came into the bathroom through the door, which made Nie Peng, who had fallen into a dullness, suddenly agitated.

"Ah, that's good" After submerging his whole head in the water, he raised it and wiped the droplets on his face, Nie Peng looked happy.

Although it is not suitable for hot compresses for a short time after blunt injury, but compared to the situation of being frozen overnight, this pool of hot water is still more important, after soaking in the water for a while, Nie Peng came out of the bathtub, put on the underwear that Jia Ying bought for him, put on a bathrobe, and walked out in the dress of an Arab.

Walking to the kitchen, looking at the delicate curves of the apron, Nie Peng coughed twice to indicate that he had finished taking a shower.

Jiaying turned around, with several strips of flour on her face, like a greedy cat falling into a flour vat.

"Ahh You're done, just sit at the table, and you'll be ready for dinner in a while," Jiaying said, in a hurry.

Nie Peng walked over curiously, wanting to see if this beauty could really go up to the hall and the kitchen. saw that Jiaying's face became panicked, and she grabbed anything she could grab with her flour-stained hands to block the things in front of her, but until Nie Peng walked in, those strange dough were still standing on the board, which was extremely eye-catching.

"Ah!! No, don't look! Jia Ying, who couldn't find a covering, simply turned around, pressed her hands on Nie Peng's face, and organized him to observe her works.

Through the slender fingers, Nie Peng still saw the dough dotted with dots of filling, lying on the board softly, in different shapes. Then he opened his mouth in surprise and laughed, and his breath hit Jiaying's palm, tickling.

"What are you laughing at, it's the first time people make dumplings! It's just a little worse," Jia Ying, who had a straight face, looked even more cute.

"I'm not smiling" Nie Peng pointed to the flour bag on the countertop, which read: [low-gluten flour], "Why do you use low-gluten flour to make dumplings?" Said with a smile.

"Huh? Does it matter? This flour was bought by Panpan, and the quality should be good" Jiaying's budding appearance really made people feel the urge to put that pretty face in their hands and knead it.

"The quality is no problem, but this is the flour used to make cakes, used to make dumplings, it is too soft" Nie Peng said, under the influence of his parents' cooking skills all the year round, he can also be regarded as a little master of cooking.

While talking, he helped Jiaying by the shoulders, pushed her to the chair and sat down, took off her apron and put it on herself, and turned around to go to the desk.

"You go to rest, you didn't rest last night, you've been scared for so long, leave it to me here." After that, bring the dough with low-gluten flour. Beat two eggs, take the egg white and salt mixed with warm water, add it, knead it, feel the dough harden significantly, find a basin and buckle it up and wake up.

Look at the wall clock on the wall, at 4:40, smile and say to Jiaying, who admired the application: Dinner starts at half past five, go sleep for a while, okay, I'll call you.

Jiaying shook her head stubbornly, ran to wash her hands, and then came back and lay on the dining table, staring at Nie Peng who was struggling in front of the desk with big eyes without blinking. His face was flushed, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Looking at Jia Ying, who was lying on the dining table with burning eyes staring at him, Nie Peng smiled, then lowered his head, and dealt with the dumpling filling in his hand neatly.

Regarding Jiaying's character, he can only describe it as a witch of change, the appearance of a thug who raised his hand when he first saw him; When we met again, under the comparison of Sister Panpan, she was silly and sweet like a teaser; and the mall elite who acted like a battlefield commander when negotiating with Ah Si Likang. Every side was interpreted by her to the bones, but it was completely renovated the next time we met.

It can't be a split personality, right? Looking at Jiaying, who looked like a delicate little wife, Nie Peng pondered.

After waking up, the dough becomes a little hard, and it is enough to make dumpling wrappers. Although there is a stick wound on his arm, it still has little effect on rolling the skin, but he still feels a little uncomfortable in his legs after standing for a long time. Nie Peng beckoned, and asked Jiaying, who was doing a strange baby, to move the stool in front of the bar table, and tried the height to be just right, so he sat in front of the table with half a stool to make dumplings, and after a while, he wrapped a full cage of drawers.

Jiaying stood aside, looking at Nie Peng's hands like butterflies wearing flowers, and was overwhelmed with surprise. Then look at Nie Peng, I don't know when that resolute face has become very attractive, and I can't get enough of it.

After a while, the two drawers of dumplings were wrapped, one by one, thin-skinned and poties, neatly arranged together, very ornamental, Nie Peng was about to put it in the pot, when he heard Jiaying shouting behind him: Wait a minute!!

He was so frightened that he almost snapped the dumplings to the ground.

When I was confused, I saw Jia Ying running over with her mobile phone in her hand, taking pictures of the dumpling soldiers who seemed to be participating in the military parade, and saying interjections such as wow, oh, and so on, taking pictures of them from various angles over and over again.

Seeing that the water in the pot was about to boil dry, and the bottom of the dumpling pot would burn out, Nie Peng hurriedly pushed Jiaying aside, and neatly picked up the colander to drive the dumplings off the pot, and Jiaying was not angry on the side, holding the mobile phone and shouting and running to the dining table to post a circle of friends, which was called the most neat dumpling he had ever seen, and attracted a group of likes in a moment.

Looking at the envious expressions of her girlfriends one by one, Jiaying's eyes involuntarily drifted to Nie Peng's back, and then shook her head vigorously, trying to focus on the mobile phone, or rather, pretending to focus on the mobile phone.

"Hey!" Nie Peng shouted.

"Huh??" Jiaying, who was in a daze, was shouted by Nie Peng, and suddenly woke up.

"What kind of is it? Where do you put the plates in your house, there are too many cabinet doors and you can't find them! Nie Peng looked at Mumu's Jiaying and asked.

"Ah, here it is. I'll do the rest, you go wash your hands and get ready to eat" Jiaying pretended to be a housekeeper, squeezed over forcefully, and drove Nie Peng aside. Nie Peng watched her take out the dumplings and put them on the plate, so he didn't care about her anymore and turned his head to go to the bathroom. When she came out again, she had already seen neatly stacked cups, saucers, dishes and chopsticks, as well as three full plates of dumplings, and Jia Ying stood at the table, struggling to deal with a bottle of wine.

"I'll come" Nie Peng took the wine bottle, took off the cork, and suddenly a rich aroma escaped, and the cold red wine syrup was pure and fascinating.

"Bordeaux, what's there to see, sit down and eat, I'm dying of hunger" Jiaying watched Nie Peng holding the wine bottle and watched, and hurriedly urged.

After she said this, Nie Peng really felt a little hungry, after all, even if he ate enough at the buffet last night, he should be hungry now. Pour the wine into a goblet and sit opposite sides of the table. Jiaying raised her glass and said two unsuitable toasts, such as "dumplings are wine, you have them all after eating", and she couldn't wait to eat them.

Compared with Jiaying's teeth and claws, Nie Peng's movements are more reserved, maybe it is the reason why he watched the beauty eat, he didn't eat the dumplings, but the taste in his heart was wonderful and indescribable, as Lu Ji said: Fresh skin is moist, and beautiful is delicious.

As for the combination of eating dumplings and drinking red wine, it is really indecent, at least Nie Peng feels that two dumplings are imported, and then the cup is said cheers, there is always a kind of entanglement of sprinkling garlic in coffee, but fortunately, someone is accompanied, and after drinking, it will be drunk.

As the liquor in the cup decreased, the dumplings on the table were wiped out at the bottom of the plate, and Jiaying was panting there, wondering why the dumplings he wrapped were better than the quick-frozen dumplings he bought, obviously I didn't see what he added to the filling. Is it true that he doesn't have a talent for cooking? Thinking about it, he raised his glass and took a big sip.

Full of wine and food, Jiaying's face was also dyed with a layer of wine syrup, and she was wearing a white velvet pajamas, like a rabbit.

Jiaying volunteered to clean up the dishes, and after helping Nie Peng to sit down on the sofa, she took the bone-setting wine and cold medicine that she had just bought downstairs, and forced Nie Peng to wipe them quickly.

Nie Peng, who couldn't resist her, had no choice but to lift his trouser leg in a gray manner, smear the medicinal wine on the bruise-purple wound, rub it away vigorously, and inhale from time to time, looking at Jiaying's brows on the side compactly.

The injuries on the legs are the most, and there are also waists, these places are easier to rub, but the two scars on the back can't be pressed, and the back is like a cramp with a little effort, so Nie Peng hastily smeared it twice, and was about to put down his clothes, but unexpectedly, Jiaying stepped forward to stop him, and couldn't help but sit beside him and work for him.

The soft and hot little hand with the cold medicinal wine pressed on the wound, which suddenly shocked Nie Peng, feeling the obviously tense muscles, Jiaying's face turned red at once, and I don't know if it was the potency of the red wine, or the baking of the fireplace, the color was like a red cherry on the honey cocoa, especially sweet.

I rubbed the medicine and took the medicine. Walking to the second floor with the support of Jia Ying, the two bedrooms side by side are unified in soft and warm yellow tones, and the large bed is comfortable and comfortable.

One person in one room, the two people who lay on the bed already felt sleepy, and after the lights went out, there was a steady breathing sound, and they had already fallen asleep. A waning moon shines through the thin clouds and scatters the room.

At this moment, if you look in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you will find two large beds separated by a wall, and the two people who are asleep head to head maintain the same position, and sleep deeply.

Nothing was said all night. After getting up early in the morning, Nie Peng sat at the dining table eating the Hong Kong-style takeaway ordered by Jiaying, feeling deeply corrupted in life. Given that I said on the phone with my mother last night that I was going to go on a business trip for a few days, it seems that such a good day can be enjoyed for a while.

Just thinking about it, Jiaying's phone remembered it, and looked at her tangled face picking up the phone and walking to the window, and I didn't know what was going on. So Nie Peng was very unkind and paid attention. I vaguely heard Jiaying saying "I don't want to go back for the time being", "stay in the mainland" and so on.

After a while, Jiaying walked back, looked at Nie Peng with a relaxed face, and said with a little excitement:

"I resigned"