Wen Jiulan didn't mean to skip a meal.

It's just that a person's time is quiet and boring, and he is just dealing with an investment at hand, and when he comes back to his senses, it is already night.

He took his mobile phone to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and thought about what to cook simple dishes, while listening to the little girl on the other end of the phone talking non-stop, telling about the dangers of not eating dinner well from all aspects.

In the end, Wen Jiulan chose a simple fried rice.

After the range hood was started, it roared, and Qi Youmian on the other end of the video also turned on the hair dryer again and began to blow his hair.

While waiting for the oil pot to heat up, Wen Jiulan raised his eyes.

Cha Bao was not used to the noise of the hair dryer, so he had already jumped on the table, but he was reluctant to leave the little master, so he lay far away.

A fluffy white tail occasionally appears in the shot.

And Qi Youmian tilted his head sideways, pushed all his hair aside, and the hair dryer in his hand swayed, drying the moisture between the black and shiny hair little by little.

Wen Jiulan's expression was slightly trance, such an intimate and calm picture, as if they were in the same house, and immediately, Qi Youmian would finish blowing his hair and come out to have dinner with him.

The oil in the wok began to float small bubbles, Wen Jiulan retracted his thoughts and poured the beaten egg liquid in the bowl into it.

There was a stabbing sound, and the golden egg liquid was fluffing up in the frying pan.

Wen Jiulan was concentrating on scrambling eggs and fried rice, but she didn't know that Qi Youmian had already put down the hair dryer and looked at him with interest.

The hair that had just been dried by the hair dryer was slightly dry, Qi Youmian took the essential oil on the table, dropped two drops in the palm of his hand, and after the palm was relatively hot, he smeared the essential oil on the hair.

She wiped it slowly while staring at the teenager in the video footage.

Probably on top of some relatively low and upright device, the lens of the mobile phone contained the entire half of the boy's body.

After sending Qi Youling to sleep, he didn't change his pajamas, Wen Jiulan was only wearing a loose black sweater, with a slightly slanted neckline, revealing a good-looking collarbone line.

is also because of the looseness, when Wen Jiulan raised his hand to get seasoning from the cabinet above the range hood, the hem of the sweater shrank up, and a touch of flesh color loomed between the shaking.

Qi Youmian immediately thought of the texture lines that he had seen at the beginning.

And when curled up in the boy's arms, the fingertips can clearly feel the hard touch hidden under the sweater.

When Wen Jiulan's fried rice came out of the pot, she harvested a little girl with a red face and red ears.

He paused as he took his phone, a little hesitant, "What...... Is it so hot to blow your hair? ”

Qi Youmian repeatedly pressed the back of his hand against his hot cheek, trying to lower the temperature on his face.

Hearing Wen Jiulan's questioning question, her peach blossom eyes widened, and her tone was fierce, "You don't inquire about things on the road." ”

Wen Jiulan was extremely obedient, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a plate full of golden egg fried rice in the other, and walked to the restaurant and sat down.

The position he chose was to sit by himself in the morning, and pushed the phone slightly away.

Looking at it from the front camera, at first glance, it seemed to restore the perspective of breakfast, which made Qi Youmian suddenly have the illusion that he was still in Wen Jiulan's house.

After setting up the phone, Wen Jiulan lowered her head and began to eat.

The snow-white porcelain spoon he used, the joints were slightly convex, and the pale pink fingertips pressed against the porcelain.

The cuffs of the sweater slide down, revealing a clear and deep line of wrist bones.

The well-grained egg fried rice is still steaming, and the rice grains are evenly coated with a little oil.

After the boy opened his mouth and took it, his thin lips were also dyed red.

Wen Jiulan has actually always been a cold and silent character, which may be related to his experience when he was a child.

It's just that in front of her, there will be a different kind of tenderness.

At this time, the young man who was eating fried rice seemed to be dyed with the fireworks of the world in an instant, and he looked particularly warm.

The fluffy hair naturally hangs down in front of the forehead, covering a little of the eyes, and only the bulging cheeks can be seen.

An adjective popped up in Qi Youmian's heart.

- Cute.

Although it may seem a little strange to use the word cute to describe Wen Jiulan, a big boy with a height of one meter and nine feet and long legs, it is Qi Youmian's heartfelt thoughts.

So, when Wen Jiulan looked up after eating, he met his eyes with Qi Youmian with a smile on his face in the mobile phone video screen.

I don't know if there is something wrong with his eyes, but I always feel that Qi Youmian's smile seems to be full of ...... Kindliness?

He wiped his lips with a tissue, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Qi Youmian thoughtfully.

Then look away.

He asked coldly, "What are you thinking?" ”

Because Wen Jiulan looked away, Qi Youmian didn't face the eyes that seemed to be able to perceive people's hearts, and under the joy, he suddenly heard Wen Jiulan's question, and he pouted the words in his heart without paying attention.

"Our Jiulan baby is too well-behaved to eat, so cute."

Wen Jiulan: ......

Qi Youmian also came back to his senses and reacted, and Wen Jiulan, who turned his head to look at him with a complicated look, stared at him with wide eyes.

Then, with lightning speed, I clicked the red hang up button in the center of the screen.

- As long as I hang up fast enough, it won't be able to catch up with me if I throw it in the face!

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Qi Youmian stepped into the class with the mentality of "as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed".

But fortunately, Wen Jiulan didn't seem to have any intention of breaking the "Jiulan baby" with her.

On the contrary, when the people around her chattered around and chatted with her about the past few days, Wen Jiulan just quietly lowered her head and wrote the exercise book.

Qi Youmian breathed a sigh of relief again, and was a little inexplicably disappointed.

Until the last physical education class in the morning.

Qi Youmian and Tong Lizi sat in the equipment room and chatted, and when the time was close to the end of class, they slowly swayed out and lined up at the whistle of the physical education teacher.

Physical education classes have always been disbanded early, and today is no exception.

Qi Youmian held Tong Lizi's hand and walked through the crowd of people who were running wildly.

There was a small downhill from the stadium to the cafeteria, and there were boys who couldn't hold back the momentum and shouted all the way to be careful and stumbled down.

When passing by Qi Youmian's side, he accidentally didn't control the direction and bumped into the little girl.

Qi Youmian was caught off guard, and his figure flickered.

Before she could react, a large hand reached over to her side and grabbed her shoulder, steadily relieving the momentum.

Qi Youmian had palpitations, feeling the warm and powerful hand on his shoulder, and looked at it with moist eyes, "I'm scared to death, thank you......"

Wen Jiulan let go of her hand with a faint expression.

Just when Qi Youmian thought that the young man was leaving, Wen Jiulan suddenly turned his head sideways.

Because of the accident just now, the distance between the two of them is very close.

Approaching the thin lips of the young man, it seems that the next second will be affectionately attached to the tips of the red ears.

"Be careful."

Wen Jiulan's voice was low, like a sona in the bass part of a cello.

And he lowered his eyes, staring at the little girl's little face, which was still covered with fine fluff, and a little pleasure slowly appeared in his eyes.

"Don't get hurt, baby."