After getting his promise.

It was also at this time that Jiang Chacha realized how close the distance between the two seemed to be.

She doesn't seem to have any social distancing.

After reacting, Jiang Cha Cha left him suddenly.

Her fingers gripped the wig tightly, and after she sat up straight, she quickly hid the messy wig behind her back.

Bian Jichen barely sat up straight.

There was still a faint fragrance floating around his body, as if it was emanating from the texture of her body.

It made his eyes dark and obscure.

Jiang Chacha was so frightened just now that the carbonated drink in his hand knocked over a little on the square coffee table.

Jiang Chacha took two tissues and slowly wiped the water marks on them, using these small actions to ease the embarrassment.

The living room was quiet, and they both remained extremely silent.

In this strange tranquility, Bian Jichen spoke up again: "So what is that?" ”

"Wigs?"

Like a wig.

How could there be such a thing in her house?

Jiang Chacha, who was weak-hearted, jumped to her feet in a hurry: "What about the wig!" None of your business! ”

She had clutched the sleeves of his shirt tightly, and the buttons of his tie were slightly loose.

He adjusted his sitting position, he had grown up in England as a child and had only returned a few years earlier. No matter how careless he sits, he can reveal the elegance of the upper class and the arrogance and solitude in his bones, but his overall temperament is elegant and introverted, like a quiet and moist jade.

His calm and sparse personality has created his unique charm and made him the flower of kaolin that others cannot reach.

He lowered his eyes at this time, calmly buttoned the button with one hand, and glanced at her lightly.

He was as calm as if he were asking about the weather today.

"Wig, what are you doing with it?"

Jiang Chacha's pupils shrank, and the alarm bell in his heart was loud.

Did he find something?

No, he shouldn't find anything, right?

When ginger tea is nervous, it bites its lip.

The snow-white teeth sink gently into the flesh of the lips.

Probably not......

The wig she threw on the sofa was already in a mess.

There is no reason for Bian Jichen to recognize this as his maid's hair......

Jiang Chacha was under tremendous pressure to spy on his expression.

When he finished arranging his cufflinks, his eyes fell silently into hers.

She couldn't see anything from his face, but finally couldn't stand to look at him, and she looked away first.

In the end, she became angry and said confidently: "Mind your! ”

Her eyes rolled, and she finally made up a reason.

"Can't I cosplay with it!"

Bian Jichen was puzzled and wrinkled his eyebrows slightly.

"You still have this fetish?"

Ginger Tea Tea: "......"

She didn't want to explain and didn't bother to explain!

She only likes him to be interesting now, stop asking about everything and being curious!

She snorted and turned her face away, leaving him with the back of his head, "It's none of your business." ”

A moment later.

Jiang Chacha felt the soft sofa cushion next to her bouncing back to the past squirming.

She turned her eyes sideways, her eyelashes curling in a nice arc.

Bian Jichen stood up, he was too tall, and as soon as he stood up, a long and thin shadow fell on the soft woolen carpet.

He glanced at her, didn't say a word, and headed straight deeper into her house.

Ginger Tea Tea: !!

What is he doing?

What about trespassing in the boudoir!!!

"What are you doing!"

Jiang Chacha was afraid that he would find out what else he had at home, so he stood up suddenly, hurriedly kicked the wig in his hand under the sofa to cover it up, and then rushed towards him.

"Bian Jichen, you stop for me!"

She was in a hurry, regardless of it, and didn't even call her "classmate Bian" anymore, but called her by her name.

Soon, Bian Jichen turned a corner.

Jiang Cha Cha was dumbfounded.

He watched her walk into her ......

Kitchen???

What the heck.

Although he couldn't figure it out, Jiang Chacha still sped up his pace and followed.

"What are you doing in my kitchen!"

Then she watched Bian Jichen walk to the cabinet step by step and open it.

Revealing all kinds of fast food inside......

It is still various brands of instant noodles that occupy the main field of vision.

It's such a big flat floor, but there is a poor sour gas coming out of the cabinet, and there is more than a little.

However, these are all made up by ginger tea tea.

Soon, she saw Bian Jichen raise his hands again, calmly took out the pile of instant noodles, he raised his noble hand, and then threw them into the trash can next to him one by one.

Ginger Tea Tea: ?!!!!

She was shocked, incredulous, and finally furious.

She pointed her finger at him tremblingly, as if he had done something sinful, "You, what are you doing!" ”

These are her rations for the next few days!!

Her eyes widened, and her voice trembled with excitement.

In the face of her accusation, Bian Jichen didn't raise his eyelids, and continued to throw the bag of instant noodles into it, and finally the trash can really couldn't be filled, so he regretfully stopped.

Jiang Chacha was so angry that she stepped forward to catch him and reason with him, she was like a fried cat, "Why are you throwing away my instant noodles?!" ”

Seeing her hand pulling his tie excitedly, Bian Jichen's expression was very calm, but the cold voice was a little intimidating.

"Let go."

Ginger Cha Cha is a spineless one.

After being reprimanded by him, she subconsciously let go of her hand.

She was still angry, she was distressed, and she looked at the piles of instant noodles in the trash can with tears in her eyes.

"This isn't your home! It's not you who eat! Did instant noodles provoke you, did you eat your rice? Why did you throw away my instant noodles?!! ”

She was so emotional that she almost rolled up her sleeves and had a fight with him.

Bian Jichen stood there clearly, the more noisy she was, the more peaceful and calm he was.

He gave birth to a very noble face, which made people feel like a prince who talked and laughed in romance, and he also had the unique coldness of the family.

His fingers were thin and slender, with distinct joints, faint cyan veins floating on them, and a pair of hands that coexisted with strength and aesthetics.

He now calmly straightened the loose tie, tugged his fingers lightly, threaded it through it, and tied it very delicately.

Jiang Chacha forgot to be angry and forgot her instant noodle hatred, she was in a daze and couldn't help but look at it for a long time.

Bian Jichen's dark eyes turned sideways at this time and stared at her for a long time.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and his voice couldn't hear the ups and downs, "Stop eating these junk foods." ”

Not good for the body.

This is not what she should eat as a rich lady.

But he didn't say any of this.

He is full of words, he is introverted, he will not say more about his thoughts to others, and he is restrained and stingy.

He is terrifyingly calm and restrained, such a person can achieve great things, but sometimes it is because his temperament is too light and cold, so he has been fighting against loneliness all his life, and then he loses completely.

After listening to Jiang Chacha, I only felt unreasonable.

Don't let her eat instant noodles? So what does she eat!

Drink the northwest wind to go!

You know, she is burdened with a billion debts, and she just can't wait to pay off her debts and return to real life as soon as possible.

So she would rather eat less takeout and less good meals, and work hard to save the money she earns from her part-time job.

The direction of his leather shoes rotated quietly, already with the intention of leaving this place.

With a slight tug of his fingers, his tie was tied obediently, and his hands rubbed against the high-quality fabric of his shirt.

Jiang Cha Cha was brewing, and was about to roll up his sleeves and have a good argument with him.

Suddenly, the hand that looked like a work of art pulled something out of his pocket.

He then handed her a black-covered card.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously reached out to take it, with a big question mark on his head, and looked at him stupidly, with a clear and visible stupidity in his eyes.

What is it?

The light in Bian Jichen's deep and long eyes seemed to be light blue, cold, cold, like the bottomless night of the city under the thick fog.

The light in the kitchen was warm, the light was soft, the yellowish light was refracted into his dark eyes, cold and warm, the faint cold eyes were mixed with a little warmth, and when he stared at her deeply, he became gentle.

"This card is for you, and the password is six zeros."

(End of chapter)