When he saw Gu Qian, Dai Zhi was slightly surprised. What surprised him was not his presence, but his face was haggard after recovering from a serious illness.

His silent and dark eyes, as dark as the deep sea, were glued to her gaze through the air, and no one could understand each other's emotions at the moment. He didn't look away until he looked down and coughed.

"Don't look at it, it was you who made you dissatisfied that day, so it burned for two days."

Xiang Yang explained softly in her ear, full of banter between the words, and Dai Zhi frowned lightly and glared at him.

"I kid you not, he did burn for two days." Xiang Yang is colorful. However, the real cause of the fever is the inflammation of the injured hand.

That night, he was shocked when he heard that a woman had called the front desk from Gu Qian's room. You must know that Gu Zhen has lived in Sijifeng for four years, and he has never seen anyone else in and out except for Assistant Ma. That's why he personally went out to provide door-to-door service, and out of curiosity to find out, the result was that he met Dai Zhi who had come back from the dead at the elevator entrance.

The door of Gu Zhi's apartment was not only not closed, but it was also shaking slightly. As soon as he walked in, he saw Gu Zhen's whole person sitting motionless on the ground as if he had just been struck by lightning. It's not that he doesn't have a long brain, and after a little thought, he guessed the situation. However, before he could say something to ridicule, Gu Zhen suddenly fell headlong.

"Hey, he's about to cough up his lungs, why don't you care about it?" Xiang Yang poked Dai with his elbow.

Dai Zhi glanced at Xiang Yang, and then poured a glass of warm boiled water for Gu Zhi.

When she put the water in front of Gu Zhi, he had already stopped coughing, and his cheeks flushed with the cough.

He didn't refuse her kindness, thanked her in a hoarse voice, and took two sips of the water glass.

Dai looked at his gauze-wrapped hand and unconsciously bit his lip: "Your hand is okay, right?" ”

The two of them sat and stood one by one, and from her vantage point, she could clearly see a small shadow of light and shadow from his lowered eyelashes, adding a hint of tiredness to his already dark eyelids.

Gu Zhen raised his eyes at this time and met her gaze, "It's okay." ”

This reaction was obviously a little indifferent to Dai Zhi's eyes, and her heart sank slightly.

Xiang Yang leaned against the wall with one shoulder, his eyes were like torches watching the invisible ambiguity between the two, and he hooked his lips obliquely: "When will you two go to see each other?" I'm here to try the craft of chef Dai, I don't want to be a light bulb. ”

Taste her craft?

Dai was at a loss.

Didn't you say eating together?

Gu Zhen glanced at Xiang Yang, and then looked back at Dai Zhi, "Let's make something to eat." Anything goes. ”

His tone seemed to give orders as if she were a private cook. Dai was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show dissatisfaction, didn't ask more, and went straight into the kitchen.

The ingredients in the kitchen are still available, and they are all fresh. Considering that it was just the three of them eating anyway, it was good to order as you like, and she didn't plan to spend more time, so she ended up making spaghetti with tomato bolognese.

During the process, Xiang Yang's eyes were always staring at her every move, and she didn't even need to look up to feel his surprise coming through the glass.

And when he swallowed the first bite of noodles, he almost dropped his jaw in shock, his eyes widened, and he didn't even have time to wipe the meat sauce on the corner of his mouth: "No, I'm not mistaken, right?" Are you really the one I know? ”

Dai waited for a foolish smile without saying a word, and his expression showed a touch of smugness.

Gu Qian, who was sitting opposite, suddenly asked at this time: "When did you become left-handed?" ”