The young man who was sleeping with his eyes closed opened his eyes suddenly, and the air conditioner was clearly on in the bedroom, but he was covered in a cold sweat, as if he had woken up from some terrible dream.

Shen Chixiu sat up abruptly, his pupils a little dilated and hollow.

After two minutes of silence, Shen Chixiu gradually came to his senses.

He glanced at the quiet and unoccupied bedroom, then lowered his head, raised his hand, and lifted the black hair from his forehead.

The silky hair passed through the young man's fingers, and he slowly raised his head, and the broken hair was pulled back to his head, revealing the young man's beautiful face.

The eyes are long and narrow, the pupils are pitch black, and the eyes after waking up look deep and dark.

In the dim light, it looks very dangerous.

…… He had just fallen asleep, and he dreamed that Jiang Yu had brought a boyfriend younger than her to see him

What a hell of a thing.

Shen Chixiu pursed his lips tightly, lowered his arms, closed his eyes weakly, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

He sat in his room for a while, and when he saw that the girl had not returned to the room for a long time, he couldn't help but be a little worried, so he got up and left the bedroom.

Shen Chixiu had just come out of the bedroom when he smelled a burning mush.

Immediately, Shen Chixiu's eyebrows jumped.

Following the smell of burnt paste, he strode towards the kitchen.

When he saw the smoking kitchen, Shen Chixiu frowned and hurriedly walked over.

He walked behind the girl, whose eyes were red and tears flowed from the smoke that kept coming out.

Shen Chixiu pulled her wrist and pulled her behind him.

He reached out to turn off the fire, and immediately turned on the exhaust fan, and the smoke in the kitchen began to slowly dissipate.

Looking at the roasted sausage burning like a charcoal fire in the pot under his eyes, Shen Chixiu was rarely silent.

He sighed a little helplessly in his heart.

Forget it, it's a blessing that I didn't blow up the kitchen.

Shen Chixiu turned around and looked down at the girl's choked red eyes.

The corners of her eyes were red, and there were smoked teardrops on her eyelashes, probably choking too hard, and the tip of her nose was also red.

It seemed that her heart was weak, she stood behind her with her head down, the smoke was clearly dispersed, and she was still pretending to cover her nose, pretending to react violently and coughing.

"What's going on?" Shen Chixiu didn't forget that before she fell asleep, the girl didn't know which brother she was playing games with. He stood in front of the girl, his arms crossed, his eyes lowered, looking at her condescendingly, and his tone was flat.

Shen Chixiu is like this, and he can't see his joy or anger.

This made Jiang Yu, who was originally a little weak-hearted, even more panicked in her heart.

After all, she didn't expect that it would be just a fried sausage, and things would become like this.

"I'm just hungry." Jiang Yu said, "I saw that you were sleeping, so I came out of the room by myself." I knew I couldn't cook, so I didn't plan to cook. Later, when I saw that there were still a few leftover sausages in the refrigerator, I thought that I was just frying them, and there was no problem. Who knew it would ......"

As she spoke, Jiang Yu's afterglow couldn't help but glance at the roasted sausages in the pot.

Looking at the black roasted sausage, Jiang Yu pondered.

How on earth did she manage to fry a roasted sausage into charcoal?

Could it be that she is running out of oil, or is the fire too big?

Shen Chixiu noticed Jiang Yu's glance into the pot, he pursed his lips and turned around, picked up the pot, and poured a few 'small charcoals' in the pot into the trash can in front of the girl.