The kitchen was covered with marble floor, which was filled with coldness. Jian Qing was barefoot and subconsciously rubbed one foot back and forth against the other.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes were deep, his pupils were pitch black as ink, his eyelashes were like black tail feathers, and the corners of his lips were gently curled, as if he was whispering a faint chuckle.

What was he scrupulous with the little girl?

Lu Huaiyu stood up and easily helped her get the upper-level vegetables, "I'll do it, you go and put on your shoes first."

His body was tall and slender, covering her whole body in the shadow, and then quickly evacuated, walked into the kitchen on his own, as if he really planned to do it himself.

Of course, Jian Qing didn't forget his last experience of almost cutting his hands when he cooked. When Lu Huaiyu was polite to her, he didn't take it seriously.

She responded obediently, went to the guest room to put on the slippers, and prepared to take over when he was in trouble.

The phone on the bedside table vibrates and the screen lights up.

Jian Qing was afraid that the unstable people in the kitchen would hurt his noble hands, so she put them in her pocket without reading the information and went back to the kitchen.

But when she came back, she was stunned.

Lu Huaiyu was wearing a casual home clothes, and the cuffs were neatly rolled to the elbows, revealing her slender and strong arms. Her muscle lines were tight and clear, and there were wet water stains on her arms.

He lowered his head and skillfully peeled off the tomato skin that had been burned with hot water little by little. Even if he peeled the tomato skin, his every move was slow, exuding a sense of noble elegance—

And incompatible.

The knife rises and falls, and the tomatoes are cut into small square pieces accurately, which is completely different from the last time they are unfamiliar.

Hearing the movement of slippers, Lu Huaiyu's eyes moved to her, and the action of beating eggs in his hand did not stop, "You go to the living room and wait, and call you when you are done."

“…”

The character seems to be completely reversed and fell out.

Jian Qing didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously followed his words and said, "Okay."

Then she turned around and went to the living room with her slippers until she sat down on the soft sofa, and she realized something was wrong.

Didn’t Lu Huaiyu feel sick and cook noodles for him?

Why does it seem like he is cooking noodles for her to eat now?

The night view of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window is still shining brightly in the quiet late night.

She turned on the TV boredly and turned the volume to the lowest.

There is a movie on the midnight show of the movie channel, and it should be a few years ago when watching costumes and props.

The broadcast was coming to an end. The girl wearing a school uniform and long hair shawls ran barefoot barefoot by the blue sea.

She ran faster and faster, and became more anxious as she ran, as if she wanted to escape from this world.

The sea water turned white waves and splashed with mud and sand, which stained the girl's white skirt and pressed against her body, making her look very good.

The narration tells it—

"It seems that youth is like this summer with scorching sun, with sleep and secret love intertwined, and finally say goodbye to each other."

As the camera gets closer and closer, it hits the actress's face—

It is a very beautiful face, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and every frown and smile is full of charm, so beautiful that it makes people suffocate for a moment.

“…”

A sound of footsteps came, and Jian Qing was so scared that she shivered, and almost conditioned reflexively pressed the switch button of the remote control.

Lu Huaiyu came out with two bowls of noodles, raised his eyebrows, and asked casually: "What are you looking at?"

Looking at your ex-wife.

Jian Qing coughed slightly with guilt, looked at the station she changed to, with a blank expression on her face, and said calmly: "Children's Channel."

The two enduring hosts, Hongguoguo and Green Bubble, dragged their long tail sounds.

The wisdom fruit under the tree of wisdom, you and me under the tree of wisdom, play games in front of the tree of wisdom, there are more joy and more—

Children, welcome to the Wisdom Tree Paradise!

“…”

Lu Huaiyu stared at Duan Duan sitting on the sofa, her soft hair was obediently tied behind her ears, revealing her small white earlobes. She watched the TV without turning her eyes, and she looked serious and fascinated. She looked like a child.

"It's pretty good, let's eat there."

After saying that, he put two noodle bowls on the coffee table.

The height of the coffee table was slightly shorter, so Lu Huaiyu found two seat cushions, and they sat on the ground through the carpet and cushions.

The celadon soup bowl is deep and large, and contains more than half a bowl of noodle soup. It is a very simple tomato, egg, green vegetable noodles.

The noodle soup is red. You should fry the tomatoes in hot oil before cooking. The eggs are frosty and soft, exuding a burnt aroma. The noodles are thin and soft, not much, and are decorated with green green green onions, and the white heat rises.

Jian Qing was not very hungry at first, and was also a little greedy by the seductive noodle soup.

The sour and salty taste is not rich in taste and layering, it is light and light, but unexpectedly delicious.

When Lu Huaiyu lowered his head to eat noodles, he did not make any sound of sucking noodles. He ate slowly and slowly.

Jian Qing doesn't like to talk when she eats, and the living room is quiet, but the atmosphere is not awkward, exuding an indescribable harmony and harmony.

Only the children's voices were heard from the TV in a low voice.

After a bowl of noodles is finished, the Wisdom Tree program is just over.

Jian Qing ate it cleanly and there was no leftover noodle soup.

She consciously put away her chopsticks and bowls, "I'll wash the dishes."

Lu Huaiyu didn't be polite to her, and said "yes" lightly.

When Jian Qing came out of the kitchen, Lu Huaiyu was leaning lazily on the sofa, hanging her eyelids, and picking up the remote control and changing the table casually.

After eating the noodles, his face looked a little better.

The TV channel was cut back to the movie channel, and a movie was played. The screen was pitch black and there was a terrifying music.

The title of the movie "Someone Calls You in the Middle of the Night" is displayed in the lower right corner

“…”

Jian Qing is silent, so is it a special movie for Cen Yu tonight?

A woman with disheveled hair and half of her face was run over by a truck appeared in front of the camera, bloody and terrifying.

After carefully identifying her eyebrows and eyes, those who are familiar with her can still tell at a glance that this is Cen Yu.

Jian Qing was so embarrassed that she was suffocating for a moment that she subconsciously looked at Lu Huaiyu's reaction.

He frowned, "The upper and lower jaw bones were all misaligned by the impact. The mouth should not be closed. What she was bleeding in her mouth should not be blood, but saliva."

The voice is indifferent, straightforward, without any emotion, as if he is doing some medical counterfeiting.

“…”

have to.
Chapter completed!