Huahua looked very happy and stretched out her soft little claws to touch Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan stopped watching TV and simply kept playing with Huahua.

"Little thing, why are you so young? What do you like to eat? Dried fish or cat food?" Song Shaoyan held Huahua and talked to it.

When Huahua scratched him, Song Shaoyan was not angry either.

Ning An would sometimes walk out, and as soon as he came out, he would see Song Shaoyan playing with the kitten, like a child.

He was wearing loose and thick black home clothes, some because of his illness. He was so gentle that he looked like a cat, and there was no temper on his face.

In the kitchen, Xiaoduo whispered: "Sister An An, Mr. Song seems to be very happy. I have never seen him so happy since I came here."

"Maybe he likes cats."

"I don't think it's not." Xiaoduo was not stupid. She could feel the difference between President Song and Ning An, although Ning An herself did not admit it.

Ning'an made some dishes.

When lunch was about to eat, Song Shaoyan came to the kitchen door with Huahua in his arms and held the wheelchair and said, "Is the meal ready?"

Ning An glanced at him: "Are you hungry?"

"Um."

"It's almost done, don't come in, there's oil smoke in the kitchen." Ning An said.

Song Shaoyan didn't go in, but he sat at the door for a long time, his hot eyes fell on Ning An, without turning his eyes, motionless, without any hesitation.

Sometimes when Xiao Duo saw his scorching gaze, he would quietly go out and never go back to the kitchen.

"I want to eat the meaty eggplant you made." Song Shaoyan said at the door like a child.

"You used to not like to eat."

"You love to eat."

"I love to eat, you just eat it? It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe this...it makes me feel like you are still by my side."

When Ning An faced his passionate confession, he suddenly didn't know what to say. His lips moved and he pretended that he didn't hear it and continued to cook.

Song Shaoyan knew that he had not treated her well, and even on his birthday, she cooked a table of dishes, but he didn't come back to eat.

He really wanted to... do it again.

"The dishes you cook are very delicious, I want to eat them." Song Shaoyan did not hesitate at all.

"I'll be able to eat it later, stop talking."

"But what should you do if you leave... I can't eat..."

"You haven't eaten the dishes I cooked a few times, have you?" Ning An gave him a blank look, "Don't be pretentious."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

Ning An felt that this man should be more pretentious and pretentious.

"Give it." Ning An wanted to bring the dishes to the restaurant, but Song Shaoyan blocked the door.

"Oh." Song Shaoyan turned his body sideways.

Huahua moved restlessly in Song Shaoyan's arms, looking at the food in Ning An's hand greedily.

"Do you want to eat too?" Song Shaoyan lowered his head and touched its little head, "If you don't give it, it's all mine."

Ning An was both angry and funny when he heard his childish words. In fact... she had never seen Song Shaoyan like this before, as childish as a teenage boy.

During the meal, Xiaoduo and the others deliberately avoided it, leaving a separate space for Ning An and Song Shaoyan.

Song Shaoyan picked up food for her: "You eat more, you are too thin. Isn't anyone taking care of you in New York?"

"I don't eat meat, I want to lose weight, I don't lose weight." Ning An didn't want to pay attention to him, so he put the braised pork into his bowl, "You have to eat more, the doctor didn't say that you have too poor resistance."

"Then let's eat one piece each."

Ning'an: "..."

I always feel something strange.
Chapter completed!