Qin Yinan didn't wait for Song Qingchun to reply, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "Why did you run out without shoes?" ”

With that, he immediately walked around the table and towards the entrance.

He opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of women's slippers from inside, thought that Tang Nuan had worn them when he came before, paused slightly, threw the slippers in the trash can on the side, and then took a pair of sandals and put them on, dragged the replaced pair of cotton to Song Qingchun's face, and put it down: "There are not often people living here, so a lot of things are not ready, let's make do with it casually." ”

Song Qingchun let out a light "um", raised his foot, and stepped into his shoes.

Qin Yinan raised the back of his hand, touched Song Qingchun's forehead, paused for a while, and took it back: "It's okay, the fever has subsided, you sit there and rest for a while, and wait for dinner." ”

Qin Yinan said as he pointed to the sofa in the living room, and then waited until Song Qingchun nodded, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Song Qingchun stood in place for a moment, did not follow Qin Yinan's instructions and went to sit on the sofa, but walked slowly, followed Qin Yinan, and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen door was not closed, and when she stood at the door, Qin Yinan, who was stir-frying, noticed the movement and tilted his head slightly: "What are you doing here?" The smoke is so big. ”

Song Qingchun smiled, didn't speak, leaned against the doorrail, and quietly looked at the furnishings in the kitchen.

Qin Yinan quickly fried the dishes, he turned off the gas and put the dishes on an oval plate, Song Qingchun stretched out his hand at the plate the moment Qin Yinan picked it up: "I'll come." ”

Qin Yinan paused, but still handed it to her.

As soon as Song Qingchun put the plate on the table, Qin Yinan walked over with a soup pot.

Song Qingchun took the heat insulation pad from the side of the dining table and placed it in the center of the table, Qin Yinan put the soup pot on it, then raised his hand, ripped off his apron, and said to Song Qingchun: "What are you still doing standing here, go wash your hands and eat." ”

Song Qingchun let out an "oh", lowered his head slightly, and turned around to go to the bathroom on the side.

When she washed her hands and came out, Qin Yinan was putting the soup on the seat opposite him.

Song Qingchun stepped forward, pulled out the chair, and as soon as he sat down, Qin Yinan handed over a spoon: "I'm so sick, I guess I don't have much appetite when I wake up now, let's drink some soup first." ”

"Thank you, Brother Enan."

Qin Yinan smiled and didn't speak.

During the meal, the two of them were very quiet, and Song Qingchun, who had just recovered from a serious illness, really had no appetite, just ate a small half bowl of rice and stopped.

She didn't leave the restaurant in a hurry, but sat in her seat, stared at Qin Yinan, who was eating silently opposite, for a while, and asked, "Brother Yinan, how did you know that I fainted?" ”

"I'm not ......" Qin Yinan swallowed the food in his mouth before continuing: "I was on the way to work, and I received a call from you, but it turned out to be a stranger, saying that you passed out on the side of the road, so I hurried over." ”

"Yes......" Song Qingchun paused before speaking: "...... Stranger? ”

"yes, just a stranger who happens to be passing by......"

Song Qingchun fell silent instantly, and lowered his head accordingly.

Qin Yinan saw that she didn't speak, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”