Cheng Xue's ears immediately caught her and asked, "Who has a fever? Who has a fever? Are you hiding something from me? Could it be to cook for a man?"

Su Zhan ignored her and continued to circulate the refrigerator. Alas—

Wait.

What's this?

She turned out a small square blue bag wrapped in tin foil from the small gap in the refrigerator.

Su Zhan held it in his hand and looked through it for a while, then he stuffed it back quietly and calmly continued to rummage through the refrigerator.

Cheng Xue was anxious, "You have a fucking partner, but you haven't told me?"

"There is no matter what the eight characters are."

Cheng Xue heard a little sign, "It seems that she has a goal. What's it like? What's it like?"

At that time, a phone call happened to be in. Su Zhan took the phone down and looked at it, and said to Cheng Xue: "I won't tell you for now, I have a phone number."

Regardless of Cheng Xue's yelling on the other end, he switched the call,

"Is it Miss Su Zhan? Are you going to come for the afternoon interview?"

"Sorry, I won't participate."

...

When Xu Jiayan woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He was drowsy and sweating all over, and his body was sticky. He sat up with his body, rubbed his hair, and was about to take a shower. When he heard a ping-pong sound from the kitchen, he walked over in search of the sound.

He probably will never forget the picture in his life.

The kitchen was covered with mess, with pots and pans thrown in a mess in the trash. There were a few broken eggs, a few vegetable leaves, and some bread crumbs lying on the ground.

When Su Zhan brought out the second pot of porridge, Xu Jiayan was leaning against the refrigerator with his arms raised and asked her:

"Are these fucking masterpieces of yours?"

Su Zhan held the pot, looked back and nodded blankly.

Xu Jiayan: "Why do you do this? Do I have a grudge against you?"

Su Zhan wanted to throw the pot in his hand over, splashed him with a porridge on his face, and shouted at him, "Are you blind?! Girl, I'm washing your hands and making soup for you, can't you tell me?!"

Seeing that face, I suppressed my anger again, "You are having a fever, I'm making porridge for you."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the dark pot, in disbelief, "Is this thing called porridge?"

“…”

Xu Jiayan patted her head with sympathy and sympathy, "It's such a head that I'm growing."

After saying that, he turned back to the room. When he came out again, he had already changed into a white uniform, with a zipper open, and a black T-shirt inside, holding a down jacket in one hand and a black suitcase in the other. Although he looked much better than before, he was still not energetic and didn't even take care of his hair. He was telling the person on the other side of the phone, "Help me change the plane in the early morning."

Su Zhan stopped him, "Where are you going?"

He put the phone away, put it in his pocket, walked to the door to change his shoes, and said without looking back: "San Francisco, you locked the door for me when you went out."

Just opened the door,

Xu Jiayan found that the suitcase could not be moved. He looked back and found that Su Zhan was raising his suitcase, "You are dead? Are you still having a fever? How do you get on the plane like this?"

He said disdainfully: "I still play games if I have stomach bleeding."

Su Zhan held his suitcase tightly and refused to let him drag it away. "No, what if you fainted on the plane!"

"I will warn you one last time and let go." He was so sarcastic.

“Don’t let go.”

"Calendula, are you looking for death?"
Chapter completed!