If Feng Yize calmly handled Feng Jinze and Feng Haoze at noon, which shocked Qinghuan.

Then, in the afternoon, Feng Yize sent away the reporter "happily" and really protected her from being disturbed, which once again refreshed Qinghuan's understanding of Feng Yize.

She couldn't believe it when she got into the car.

In Qinghuan's impression, no reporter wants to encounter news.

But those reporters just now were really sent by Feng Yize.

"Feng Yize, you were so awesome just now."

Qinghuan looked at Feng Yize with unconcealed surprise in her eyes.

She felt that she wanted to get to know him again.

Jianshui looked at him with his eyes fixedly. This was different from Feng Yize, who looked like a beggar she had first met, different from his smiling face these days, and different from his care and warmth for her.

It seems all the same.

Qinghuan was a little confused.

"Qinghuan, you look at me like this, making me feel like you don't know me."

Feng Yize smiled, her voice clear and happy.

With three points of teasing.

Wen Qinghuan said with curved eyebrows, "I just don't know you anymore, it seems that Feng Yize, who I knew before, is different from what I am now."

“What’s the difference?”

Feng Yize pointed at her seat belt, and Qinghuan lowered her head and tied it.

He also fastened his seat belt, waited for Qinghuan to tie it up, started the engine, reversed the car, and got on the road.

Qinghuan thought for a while and said blankly, "I'm not sure, I just feel different. I used to think you were a little unemployed, but today at noon, you asked the two people who deliberately framed you to themselves..."

"Qinghuan, do you think I was insidious at noon?"

As the car was on the road, Feng Yize turned around and looked at Qinghuan sitting in the passenger seat.

Qinghuan shook her head, and Qingli's eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles, "How could it be? Feng Haoze and Feng Jinze are despicable villains. If you weren't smart and wise, the reputation of the restaurant would have been ruined by them."

"Qinghuan, thank you."

Feng Yize suddenly thanked.

Thankful and touched.

In his more than 20 years of life, he had no relatives except the three sworn brothers Ye Zhan, Tang Jinchen, and Chu Junming, and his mother.

There are friends of the opposite sex, but he has never been moved by any girl, let alone like Qinghuan.

Don’t look at him being careless, but the outside world is rumored to be passionate.

But that's just superficial.

He is actually pure and innocent.

"Thank me, I'm telling the truth." Qinghuan looked at his eyes with bright eyes, like stars.

"How is that waiter? Are you seriously injured?"

"It's not very serious, just take a break."

Feng Yize's eyes were covered with a coldness, "I will ask them to pay what Feng Jinze and Feng Haoze owed him."

"Will you...the Feng family members make things difficult for you?"

Qinghuan asked with concern.

No matter how powerful he is, he has only been in the company for a while.

Feng Yize, who was cared for, couldn't say anything warm in his heart and was in a good mood. "No, they don't have that ability."

The biggest reason for being bullied in the past is that he is not strong enough.

Now, he will no longer be polite to them.

It was not far away, but although the car speed was very slow, I still arrived at home in a blink of an eye.

Feng Yize was responsible for carrying the bag and Qinghuan opened the door.

He stood behind her, looking at her soft hair, slender figure, and the unique fragrance of the girl lingered between her nose.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

This feeling is really good.

After entering the house, Feng Yize brought the vegetables to the kitchen and handed another bag to Qinghuan. She put the snacks on the coffee table and the other bag upstairs.

When he went downstairs and returned to the kitchen, Feng Yize had already taken off his suit, and had a small piece of her sleeves tied up with her back, and was washing vegetables with her back.

Hearing the footsteps, Feng Yize turned around and smiled brightly at Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, go watch TV for a while, I'll cook."

Qinghuan came to him and looked at the dishes he had prepared.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, "Why did you take so many out of the refrigerator? You put all the ones I bought in?"

Feng Yize smiled, her narrow peach blossom eyes were clear and free of impurities.

"You are the first time you come to the imperial capital, and I have to do the full friendship of the landlord."

Qinghuan looked at his smile and couldn't overlap him with him at noon.

"It's wrong for you to do this."

She deliberately raised her face, went to open the refrigerator, took out two ingredients she bought from it, and then put some of the ingredients he took back.

"That's fair."

Two and four dishes, a little more.

But she likes to eat two things, he likes to eat two things.

It's not too much to look at it separately.

"Qinghuan, who did the ingredients you took?"

"I."

Qinghuan smiles brightly.

The delicate facial features are hit by the warm lights, making them more beautiful and charming.

Feng Yize's eyes moved away from her face and looked down at her hands.

Qinghuan blinked.

"What do you mean by frowning? Don't you believe me?"

"Qinghuan, your hands are used to draw."

Feng Yize's voice was very light.

The firmness and pity in his tone are very strong.

Before Qinghuan could react, his shoulders were squeezed by the man's powerful palm and his body was pushed out of the kitchen.

A light and nice voice fell in my ears, "Qinghuan, give me an hour, you can watch TV, play with your mobile phone and do whatever you want."

"Why……"

Qinghuan pouted and looked at the closed kitchen door behind her.

——

An hour later, the kitchen door opened.

The aroma of the meal penetrated into Qinghuan's breath with Feng Yize's appearance.

She immediately got up and went to help.

This time, Feng Yize did not stop her.

A few minutes later, Qinghuan sat at the table, leaning forward while looking at the delicious dishes on the table, while smelling the fragrance.

He praised without hesitation, "Feng Yize, you are so awesome."

Feng Yize smiled and picked up food for Qinghuan, "Don't praise me first, I will praise me after I taste the taste."

"It seems to make sense."

Qinghuan nodded.

His eyebrows and eyes watched him put the vegetables into his bowl, and then he picked them up and fed them into his mouth.

"tasty."

"Then eat more."

Feng Yize is confident in his cooking skills.

Although he rarely cooks.
To be continued...