Jian Zhiyan regretted very much that he asked Song Hewan to help clean up the house full of water caused by Mozart.

He saw Song Hewan sleeping heavily on the rattan chair by the window, her thin face full of tiredness. The girl frowned slightly in her sleep, and sometimes muttered to herself, as if she had a nightmare, which made him feel even more distressed and blamed himself.

I really shouldn't have let her do this, obviously I asked her to come to play, but in the end she was made to do coolies, and she fell asleep tired. Jian Zhiyan began to annoy at his stupidity, walked to the fireplace again, turned up the temperature on the first floor by a few degrees, and took out a blanket and gently draped it over Song Hewan.

It was getting late, and the room was getting darker and darker, but he was afraid of disturbing the girl's sleep, so he didn't turn on the light in the living room, but went to the farthest corner and turned on a dim orange floor lamp.

Jian Zhiyan looked at the girl's sleeping face.

On weekdays, the girl's beautiful face looks cute and cute at this time. Song Hewan has fair skin, her crystal clear face is as small and delicate as a porcelain doll, her eyelashes are thick and long, and the hanging eyelids are more and more attractive.

People can't help it, and they want to kiss her secretly.

Immediately, Jian Zhiyan was stunned by his obscene thoughts. How did he have this idea...... Is this normal?

The girl slept for a long time, and Jian Zhiyan sat quietly in the dark and watched her. He didn't do anything, just waited for Song Hewan to wake up.

Mozart also seemed to sense the tiredness of his beautiful sister, and instead of running around the house and being mischievous, he nestled in his kennel and lay quietly on his stomach.

Suddenly, the girl's brows tightened, and her body began to tremble incessantly, as if she was very uncomfortable. Jian Zhiyan was at a loss, did she have a nightmare?

Just when he was nervous, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Jian Zhiyan's hanging heart was put down, looking at the dark sky, thinking that the time was not early, he said softly to the girl, "Are you awake?" Hungry or not? ”

Song Hewan had just woken up, her eyes were still foggy, and her brain was also groggy. She sensed that her stomach was indeed a little hungry, so she nodded blankly and said, "Hungry." ”

was so well-behaved and cute like a little white rabbit that had just woken up, which made Jian Zhiyan couldn't help but be moved, and he smiled softly at her. "Then you sit here and rest for a while, and I'll cook for you."

Song Hewan still had a dumbfounded expression. It took her a while to come back to her senses.

She was really dazed, and she actually fell asleep like no one else in the living room of Jian Zhiyan's house. Wait a minute, what did Jian Zhiyan say just now? He's going to cook for himself?

Song Hewan looked confused, it turned out that Jian Zhiyan could cook?!

In her cognition, a pampered young master like him usually has someone to do everything, and he doesn't have to do it himself. Can he do such a thing as cooking?

As she had guessed, Jian Zhiyan hadn't cooked a few times.

His diet at home has always been properly arranged by Uncle Li. However, when Song Hewan promised him to come to the house on the weekend, he practiced for a whole day.

On Friday, instead of going back to school, he was in the kitchen of Jane's villa, concentrating on learning to cook with the chef.

This move stunned everyone who worked at Jane's house.

The little master, who never stepped into the kitchen for half a step, actually stayed in the kitchen all day. Of course, this was immediately known by Jian Zhiyan's mother, who was far away.

"He's a ghost!" Jane's mother was furious.

She thought to herself hatefully: It seems that it is time to make plans for her son's marriage, but she can't let these foxes hook her son's soul.

Song Hewan walked to the kitchen, looked at Jian Zhiyan's busy back, and asked suspiciously: "That, Jian Zhiyan, do you know how to cook?" ”

Jian Zhiyan thought about it for a while, and replied seriously: "Yes." ”

"Done it before?"

Jian Zhiyan thought about it again and said to Song Hewan: "Well, yesterday, I did it. ”

"What?" Song Hewan was surprised and asked, "What do you mean - today is your second time cooking?" ”

"Yes." Jian Zhiyan said frankly.

Belch...... Song Hewan touched her gurgling belly, and a bad premonition surged in her heart, and she felt that she needed to struggle again.

"Well, why don't I help you out." Song Hewan asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhi said in a righteous manner: "No, I have tired you this afternoon, and I will never allow you to do this work again." You can't cook, just sit in the living room and rest, watch TV, or play a game with a controller. I will solve the problem of food and clothing in the future. ”

Jian Zhiyan's words made it clear that it would be not only today, but it would be the case in the future, but Song Hewan didn't notice his wording. She was thinking to herself, and Jian Zhiyan was talking ...... This has the smell of the boss.

However, Jian Zhiyan only cooked for the second time today, what he cooked, can he eat it? Song Hewan touched her stomach and felt that it was a little pitiful. You won't be hungry tonight, will you? Can she go buy some snacks now?

Song Hewan returned to the living room and sat down obediently, Mozart saw that she had woken up, and she was active again, running around the room, and she was in charge of an atmosphere group.

Mozart took his favorite ball in his mouth, handed it to Song Hewan, and gestured to her with his eyes. "Come play, pretty sister, play ball with me."

Song Hewan understood what Mozart meant, she threw the ball into the distance, Mozart ran out, ran after the pink ball, caught up with the ball in a few steps, and held it in one bite. Then, as if it had won, it rolled happily on the ground.

After playing for a while, Song Hewan smelled the smell of fragrant food all over the house.

It smells good, she thought.

Jian Zhiyan brought the prepared meals to the table one by one, smooth egg shrimp, boiled okra, sweet and sour short ribs, and two bowls of rice. He walked to the wine cabinet, touched the bottle of red wine, hesitated for a few seconds, and then put it down. He then walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a large bottle of juice.

It's not that he doesn't drink bars, he doesn't trust his self-control too much now.

"He Wan, let's eat."

He called him intimately, and Song Hewan suddenly had the illusion that the two of them were already old husbands and wives. came back to her senses, and secretly thought in her heart: It's really beautiful, looking at Jian Zhiyan's handsome face, it's easy to dream, what is she thinking in her head?!

The boy didn't know what the girl was thinking, and when he saw that her fair little face was red like a peach blossom at this time, she was very coquettish, and she was fascinated for a while.

Song Hewan walked to the edge of the dining table and saw the steaming food on the table, which was beautiful and fragrant, and it was mouth-watering, and the gluttonous worm in her stomach couldn't help but scream a few times spinelessly.

Jian Zhiyan looked at her and smiled dotingly and said, "You're hungry, sit down and try my craft." ”

Many people say that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. Song Hewan felt that this was quite reasonable, but the gender should not be too stuck.

She felt that she was going to be conquered by Jian Zhiyan's cooking skills.

Three simple home-cooked dishes, he actually made them so delicious!

If he didn't know the situation at Jian Zhiyan's family, Song Hewan really couldn't believe that he was cooking for the second time, how could he be so good at it! How can you make a simple meal so fragrant! She really wanted to apologize for her suspicions.

How did she know that Jian Zhiyan had specially invited a chef to teach the day before and studied all day.

Seeing Song Hewan eating with a satisfied face, Jian Zhiyan felt a sense of accomplishment for the first time in his life. Once when he became the top student in the college entrance examination or won the competition, he could not experience the sense of achievement.

It is a sense of accomplishment that makes the people you like feel satisfied and happy because of your own efforts. At this moment, he hopes that he can go on like this forever with Song Hewan, he cooks meals for her for the rest of his life, watching her smile when she enjoys the food, and watching her cute appearance when she eats the food.

"Wow, your cooking is so delicious, the second time you cook it, you're almost catching up with the chef of the hotel, you're amazing!" Song Hewan never hesitates to praise others when praising them.

Jian Zhiyan was a little embarrassed to be praised. After a while, he said lightly: "If you like it, I will make it for you in the future." ”

It's like a promise, and it's like a confession.

But Song Hewan didn't intend to take it seriously, but at this time, the atmosphere in the Jian family's villa was extremely ambiguous. Song Hewan's eyes and Jian Zhiyan's touch intersected, and she felt that her breath was slightly paused, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little.

The boy's eyes were gentle, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised inadvertently, he smiled sincerely and innocently, and his dark and shiny eyes had a fiery affection. Song Hewan felt that her breathing was beginning to be disordered, and she only felt a wave of hot blood rushing to the top of her head, and her whole face was hot and hot.

She seems to be a little moved.

Song Hewan shook her head and tried to be sober. She cleared her throat, diverted the topic, and asked, "By the way, are you from Ninghai?" Where to spend the Chinese New Year? ”

Jian Zhiyan realized that the girl didn't seem to know much about him, he thought about it, he should introduce the situation in his family to her, and blamed himself for not thinking it through.

"Yes, I am from Ninghai, born and raised here. I am the only child in my family, and my parents live in the suburbs, but they are not in the country now. ”

"Then you'll be back for the New Year, right?" Song Hewan asked casually.

"Not this year, they still have to deal with some things before they can go back home."

"Then you are going to spend the New Year by yourself this year?"

Jian Zhiyan nodded, with a pitiful and lonely look on his face.

When Song Hewan thought that the people of the whole country were busy and having a family reunion for the New Year, leaving only Jian Zhiyan with one person and one dog, staying in this empty house, she felt a little unbearable for a while. She impulsively asked him, "Then do you want to go to my house for the New Year?" ”

After saying that, it was as if a villain was beating her in her head, "Hey, are you brainbroken?" In what capacity did Jian Zhiyan go home with you? What do your parents think? ”

But the words have been exported, and it is difficult to collect the water.

Jian Zhi succeeded, the corners of his mouth hooked up a subtle smile, and then he regained his pitiful expression, "Really? Great, I feel like I'm lonely and lonely for the New Year. ”

His eyes were clear and bright, and he looked at Song Hewan wetly, like a dog who was afraid of being abandoned by his owner, and said to Song Hewan with his usual ascetic and indifferent face: "Thank you, I'll drive back with you." ”