"Why are you delivering food? What about Xiao Song? ”

Bai Wei leaned on the chaise longue sofa, tilted her head to look at Jiang Yanxing, who was walking up, and suddenly giggled, "If you don't be the boss, if you go to be a takeaway brother, the platform will definitely explode orders every day!" ”

She was born as a model, slightly shorter than Song Qitang, with a convex and backward figure, bright and pure facial features, and a sultry and unconscious style.

"You want to drink home remedies, I happened to run into her, so let her get them first." Jiang Yanxing looked at Bai Wei, a glimmer of brilliance suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his original clear outline was much softer, "If you don't feel well, you have to see a doctor." ”

"Little problem, I prefer to stay with you." Bai Wei took the watermelon cream handed by Jiang Yanxing, and looked at the dishes on the tray, "Xiao Song's skills are quite good, especially this orange juice sauerkraut fish, you can taste it." ”

and personally cooked vegetables for Jiang Yan, "Xiao Song looks so virtuous, I thought she was in love, but she said she didn't, I think she lied, and she drank the red date porridge that the man bought in the morning." ”

Jiang Yanxing played with the glossy and warm beads on his wrist, and casually picked up the stubble, "Red date porridge proves that there is a man?" ”

"You don't understand that, do you?" Bai Wei snorted arrogantly, "And nine times out of ten, mature men love women, they won't be so meticulous, they must be domineering and strong." ”

Jiang Yanxing teased her casually, "You talk about men, one by one." ”

"Hate, not for you?" Bai Wei blushed at him and urged him to eat quickly.

Jiang Yanxing lowered his eyelids, and his chopsticks slowly played with the tender fish.

The sunlight clings to his body through the gauze curtain, and somehow, his side face inexplicably reveals a solemn and murderous situation.

——

Song Qitang put the cleaned lotus root slices and diced pears into the stew pot in turn, and the mobile phone in the apron suddenly vibrate.

She took out her mobile phone and glanced at the number, and turned on the small fire before answering, "Sui An, do you have any news from Sui Ning?" ”

"My sister's whereabouts haven't been found yet," Sui An's voice was far away, "The phone doesn't work, it's really urgent." ”

Song Qitang's fingers tightened, his eyelashes were furled, and he was also unsteady, "Is there a clue from the police?" ”

"After all, it has been missing for less than 24 hours, and the scope of the police search is limited."

"Sui Ning ......"

The voice seemed to have been cut off by something and swallowed back into her stomach, Song Qitang saw Jiang Yanxing coming in coldly on the smooth wall bricks, she calmed down, said to the other end and hung up in a hurry.

"I'll let you cook something for Bai Wei, and you can hide here and make porridge on the phone."

Jiang Yanxing put the tray on the counter, glanced at the white lotus pear juice that had not yet boiled, and there was not much temperature on his face, "Bai Wei is kind-hearted, it's not a reason for you to cheat and cheat." ”

"I've done all the work that needs to be done, and the white lotus pear juice will take a quarter of an hour." Song Qitang explained tepidly.

Jiang Yanxing looked at Song Qitang's image at this time.

Tied in a loose ponytail, the soft black hair swept across the thin waist, and the pretty tear mole was dotted at the corner of the low left eye.

He looked coldly around the kitchen filled with smoke and fire, and what flashed in his mind was the scene of her carrying rice oil.

In the old days, Song Qitang was pampered, not to mention cooking a decent table, even if he didn't even need to move the chair he sat on.

"This apron suits you very well, they all say that those who have been in have been reborn, and I believe it now."

Song Qitang was turning on the dishwasher with his back to Jiang Yanxing, and when he heard the words, his hand trembled, and the dishes made a harsh crisp sound.

"If Mr. Jiang is curious, why don't you experience it for yourself one day? Maybe it's more for you. ”

"I don't have to wait for that person to send me in, I'll deal with him first." Jiang Yanxing's dark eyes lingered silently over her face, and she wanted to smile or not, "I see that your face is not very good, there may be a bloody disaster recently." ”

"Do you still look at faces?" Song Qitang sneered, "My disaster started fifteen years ago, but this time it is really unlucky. ”

There was silence for the rest of the day, and even though the dishwasher was running, the kitchen was so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned sideways.

——There is no longer a figure of Jiang Yanxing at the door.