Ah Cheng felt like a traveler struggling in the desert, and when she gave him a drop of water to drink, he felt so sweet that he willingly offered her to drive him.

He went inside:

"The sun is too hot at noon right now, and it will burn your skin."

Nie Zibing protested: "I still want to dry, I can't get rid of it, you put me back." ”

"Nope."

Ah Cheng was very authoritarian and refused strongly: "You are obedient, I will make you food." ”

He carried Nie Zibing downstairs, let her lie on the sofa, turned on the TV for her, played cartoons of cats and mice, and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Nie Zibing couldn't help but stroke her forehead, she shouldn't have found a stupid boyfriend, right?

Can't you find her a drama with lines and adults to watch? She can at least make up the picture according to the dialogue.

What's the word in cat and mouse, she's blind now, she can't see anything, how can she make up for it?

However, listening to the sound of cooking in the kitchen and the sound of music on the TV, she felt that the breath of life was strong, and even her heart became peaceful.

She imagined Ah Cheng wearing a deep sea blue shirt, rolling up his sleeves, standing tall in the kitchen washing vegetables, cutting meat and boiling porridge, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

Should be handsome.

"Ah Cheng."

She screamed softly, but she didn't expect Ah Cheng to be able to distinguish her voice in the messy voice, and immediately came to her side: "What's wrong?" Pain in the body? Headache? Uncomfortable? ”

Nie Zibing's heart of iron and stone was a little softer by his series of questions.

She fumbled to find Ah Cheng's hand and held it, her fingers unconsciously rubbing: "What clothes are you wearing today?" ”

"Shirt trousers, what's wrong?"

"Is it a navy blue shirt?"

"How do you know?"

Ah Cheng sat beside her, raised her hand, and her voice revealed infinite tenderness: "Did you see the photo I sent you before?" ”

"See."

"Is it handsome?"

"Handsome."

Ah Cheng smiled, "That's good." ”

Nie Zibing was telling the truth.

In all fairness, Ah Cheng's appearance is very high, but he never cleaned himself up before, and played the role of a bodyguard very low-key, all his thoughts were on the safety of Huo Yu, he dressed plainly on weekdays, his hair was not taken care of, and he didn't even care much about his beard, he just let them grow wildly.

She reached out and touched Ah Cheng's chin, he should have shaved very seriously this morning, and there was only very light stubble around his chin and lips.

He knew she couldn't see it, but he still cleaned himself up.

He cared about her.

Ah Cheng rubbed her hand on his chin and cheek, and asked her softly, "Call me over just to ask me what color shirt I wear?" ”

"Can't you?"

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy."

Ah Cheng kissed her finger, "You like this color?" ”

"I like it."

"I thought you liked black and army green."

"That's how it was."

"Then why did you change your preferences?"

Nie Zibing was stunned.

Because, his eyes are dark blue.

When he looked at her with his dark blue eyes.

No one has ever looked at her like this.

She ran her fingers over his eyebrows, and her voice was low: "Ah Cheng......"

Small theater

Brother Cheng: See, my daughter-in-law likes me so much!

Nie Zixun: If you show off again, I'll give you a needle!

Brother Cheng: You're jealous of me.

Nie Zixun: Pushkin said that if life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious, you need to be calm in a melancholy day.

Brother Cheng: Do you still know literature?

Nie Zixun: Pushkin definitely doesn't have a twin sister! Otherwise, he wouldn't be as calm as I am!

(End of chapter)