After eating the dinner made by Bian Jichen, Jiang Chacha was as quiet as a little chicken, standing next to him obediently, not daring to let go of a fart.

They asked her to be a maid, but she didn't do anything, and she ate someone's dinner for nothing, what's the matter?

So seeing him clean up the dishes and chopsticks there, she stood straight next to her, like standing in a military posture, how dare she go to the sofa and enjoy it so much?

Seeing that he finished washing the dishes and chopsticks and wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Jiang Chacha began to smirk professionally again: "Young master, is there anything I need to do?" ”

Bian Jichen glanced at her.

Jiang Chacha, who was seen to be cautious, shrunk her neck.

If she really wanted to work, she would have washed the dishes before he went into the kitchen, and to put it bluntly, she just wanted to be lazy.

Bian Jichen didn't poke her, he stared at her with cold eyes for a few seconds, and then said, "Help me clean up the bedroom." ”

"Change the sheets and duvet covers."

No way? Did he come really?

However, she still rubbed him with a meal for nothing, three hours have passed an hour, and she still takes other people's money? Why are you not satisfied?

Jiang Chacha: "Okay young master! Guaranteed to keep you satisfied! ”

But she was holding the brand new sheets and quilt covers, and as soon as she arrived at the door of his bedroom, before she entered, Jiang Chacha felt that her heart was beating fast.

After only a moment's hesitation, she walked in with the things in her arms.

His room resembles its owner, dull and restrained.

As always, the cool colors, the simple lines form the order, as cold and detached as he is.

It was the first time she had entered his bedroom in Qiuhuating.

The floor is clean and there is hardly a trace of dust on it. He doesn't have a babysitter here, but he keeps it clean, bright and clean everywhere.

Jiang Chacha had a lot of good feelings for him again.

She didn't dare to look around, so she directly removed the old quilt cover and sheets on his bed, and replaced them with new ones.

She wasn't very skilled, and the whole process, she was very strange, she was always hairy, as if she was a first-time worker.

She bent down and unwrapped the sheets, the smell he had left on the bed kept getting into her nose when she wasn't looking, causing her face to turn red.

She bit her lip and picked up her pace.

Quickly put the new one on, Jiang Chacha hugged the old sheets and quilt covers, and rushed out of his bedroom with a quick pace like a thief.

As a result, Bian Jichen just entered the house.

She lowered her head, didn't see her, and hit him directly in the chest.

It's that familiar breath again.

Some smells are marked, and as long as you smell it, you will know that it is him.

Bian Jichen just wanted to ask her what was wrong.

Seeing that she glanced at him with a red face, without saying a word, she withdrew her eyes weakly, and walked past him in a panic, like a child who did not know how to hide his emotions.

Bian Jichen looked at her back silently.

After Jiang Chacha threw the sheets and quilt covers into the washing machine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, maybe the room was full of his breath, and she smelled dizzy.

After spending so much time in his bedroom, her collar seemed to have a hint of his smell on it.

Jiang Chacha poured the laundry detergent and pressed the button.

The sound of him watching an English movie came from the living room, obviously standing here bored, Jiang Chacha was inexplicably irritable, and he didn't plan to go to him, just stood here and waited quietly.

After the head was empty for half an hour, the washing machine stopped turning, and Jiang Cha Cha took out the dehydrated quilt cover sheets, went to the balcony, and hung it out.

And his room, she didn't have much to tidy up, because it was so clean.

Seeing that he was still sitting there watching a movie, the snow-white Yaye was nestled at his feet, and the light blue fluorescence emitted by the TV set fell lightly on the bridge of his nose, this scene was very warm.

"Young Master, is there anything else I need to do?"

Every time he shouted this shameful "young master" as the vice president, Jiang Chacha couldn't wait to bite off his tongue.

"Washed?"

He was sitting on the sofa, wearing gray loungewear, looking at it like this, Jiang Cha Cha always had the illusion that he was living with the man in front of him.

Jiang Chacha hooked her finger behind her, "Okay." ”

"Let's come and watch a movie together."

She hesitated a little, because he paid her to be a maid, although she really wanted to be lazy, but if she did, she would feel embarrassed.

Especially in front of Bian Jichen.

"Sit down and stay with me." Bian Jichen said.

His long, cold white hand rested on the off-white couch cushion next to him and patted it gently.

Jiang Chacha still stood there still, looking at his nose and nose and heart, like a stone that didn't understand the style.

Bian Jichen teased his eyes and looked at him.

He hasn't had a relationship between men and women before, so he doesn't know any routines, he knows that he has a weak personality, so the way he treats feelings may be a little rusty, he is very slow to heat, he prefers porridge that is simmered over low heat.

Because he has never had one, he can only rely on himself to slowly explore and learn.

Many people say that he is like a hard ice cube, but he never thought that the girl in front of him would be even more ignorant of style than him.

Jiang Chacha was still struggling with whether to sit next to him.

In the next second, I saw him lift his eyes, revealing the deep ink-like eyes underneath.

"The reason why I asked you to come here is not that I really want you to be a maid, I don't have a habit of letting others serve me, and I don't want you to call me young master in a maid's costume to get pleasure."

"My idea is simple, I just want you to be by my side."

His words don't seem to be false.

His tone was flat and sounded emotionless, but every word hit her heart hard.

So she sat down obediently beside him, resting her hands on her knees, and said nothing.

With her favorite snacks on the table, Jiang Chacha picked up a packet of potato chips and ate them slowly.

While eating, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the side of his face.

With the grim lines of the magic axe, the Creator seems to favor him and gives him the best in the world.

She suddenly wanted to ask him, why was he here alone on National Day, shouldn't he go home for a reunion?

However, she didn't ask in the end.

By his side, she was already vaguely aware that he did not have a very good relationship with his parents.

Also, what kind of good parents would he be if he abandoned him in the UK since he was a child?

Sometimes not asking or bothering is the best blessing.

In order to celebrate the National Day, several huge ships have been opened on the river, and fireworks will be showed.

Soon, Ginger Cha Cha was attracted by the loud sound of fireworks outside the window.

He can see the night view of the city along the river clearly.

I saw a dazzling beam of light slowly rising in the air in the dark night, and then I only heard a loud sound that cut through the night, fireworks bloomed, brilliant colors were reflected on the sparkling river, and the LED electronic display screen on the highest building by the river appeared in red fonts, all of which were some blessings for the whole country to celebrate.

Looking at the fireworks, Jiang Chacha's heart gradually calmed down.

She never thought that on such a lively day as the National Day, she and him, two lonely people, would stay in a room and watch the fireworks outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She couldn't help but stand in front of the window and put her hand on the glass window, thinking that she would be able to touch the fireworks.

The glow of the fireworks was reflected in the glass, and then refracted into her eyes.

Before he knew it, he was beside her.

He teased his eyes, and those cold eyes enjoyed the fireworks by the river with her.

"Do you like it?"

He asked, but didn't look away.

The reflection of his figure in the floor-to-ceiling window is just that the eyebrows and eyes are too blurry to distinguish them.

Jiang Chacha looked at his figure on the glass window intently, and snorted.

Then she went to see the fireworks again.

She held out her fingers to trace their shapes.

Who wouldn't love something so beautiful?

Bian Jichen watched the fireworks for a while, and when he received a call on the way, he took his mobile phone and answered.

When Jiang Chacha looked at his back standing on the balcony, her mobile phone also rang, and it was an alarm clock.

Three hours of part-time work just came to an end.

Ended with a beautiful fireworks.

Seeing that he was still standing there playing with his mobile phone, Jiang Chacha thought that it was so late and it was time to go back to take a bath, so he stood there alone and hesitated for a long time before he walked over and opened the balcony door with both hands.

Then she stood by the glass door.

Bian Jichen, who was on the phone, heard the movement and turned his head. He held the phone to his ear with one hand and propped up the other on the balcony, revealing the healthy curve of the boy's arm.

His eyes, which were darker than the night, turned around, and the wind blew the black hair on his forehead with a different taste.

Seeing her come suddenly, he was slightly stunned, but his originally cold and abnormal face eased slightly, his tense shoulders relaxed back, and when he looked at her, his eyes were light with a touch of tenderness.

It's like the gentle moonlight tonight.

Jiang Chacha was thinking, obviously behind him, the fireworks above the river were obviously so lively, and the brilliant light also fell on his shoulders, and the edge of his face was also covered with a layer of orange-yellow halo.

The bright and lively color did not blend into his cold temperament.

Jiang Chacha thought, Mingjing is lively, why is he so lonely.

It's like the moonlight falling on the balcony tonight, a shallow layer, but it's so cool at night.

She figured it was time to buy a long-sleeved shirt to wear with a maid outfit, and she had to prepare a bare-legged artifact.

It's already fall.

She stood still, her hands still on the doorframe.

He took the phone away from his ear and looked at her faintly.

The silent void was filled by the sound of fireworks exploding in the distance.

Jiang Chacha showed him the timed alarm clock on the phone screen, her eyes were quiet, "Three hours have passed, can I go back?" ”

I didn't expect her to come to this, Bian Jichen glanced at her, his eyes were speechless, and after a long time, he snorted.

Before Jiang Chacha left, he glanced back at him.

Seeing that he put the mobile phone close to his ear again, his temperament was like frost, his eyebrows were twisted again, and his hand was propped up on the terrace again, protruding a thin wrist, like jade polished by the moonlight.

He turned around and went back on the phone.

Through the glass door, she couldn't make out what he was saying.

Jiang Chacha was going to leave directly like this, but when she crossed the balcony, she suddenly pounced on a snowball and bit her skirt very hatefully.

She was helpless, "Little Eight, go away!" I have to go back to showering. ”

But tonight this little gadget is very big, so I bite her skirt and insist on playing with her.

No matter how much she shook it, she couldn't shake off its dog's mouth.

In the end, Jiang Chacha was about to blow up, but it was more than enough for her to deal with a dog that was not very big, so she found a toy and threw it to let it play with itself, and got rid of it.

She walked towards the doorway, and had just opened the handle a little when a thick shadow rushed over her head.

A hand suddenly crossed in the air, wrapping around her little hand, and also holding the cold handle.

He just pushed it casually, and with a click, the door shut.

His dark eyes reflected hers, as if the light of fire could ignite the cold and oppressive emotions inside.

"Can I renew it?"

(End of chapter)