I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 330
She has no resistance to boys who can cook.

He even has no resistance to boys who are obviously cold on the surface but know how to cook in private.

She stood at the door and looked at him for a long time.

When Bian Ji Chen turned off the fire and walked in front of her, her eyes moved, and she regained her senses.

The high fever made his voice hoarse and dry, "Here you are."

A cup of warm stuff was stuffed into her hand suddenly, warming her hand.

She looked down, and the glass contained... turned out to be a cup of ginger soup.

So when he was cooking just now, he was making ginger soup?
He frowned slightly, and said, "You've caught a cold in the rain, drinking some ginger soup will make you feel better."

"Don't catch a cold."

Jiang Chacha looked at him in surprise, and was so moved that she couldn't say a word for a while.

She suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He had already poured himself a glass. At this moment, he turned his eyes away and returned to the living room.

Jiang Chacha squeezed the glass tightly and followed his footsteps.

When I came to the living room, I found that he was already sitting on the sofa, holding the cup in his hands, lowering his eyes, and drinking there one sip at a time.

Obviously his face was not obvious, and he never even frowned, but Jiang Chacha still felt that his eyes were very tired, and he seemed to be holding on all the time.

She suddenly felt that her steps were much heavier. She frowned and sat down on the single sofa next to him.

"I heard the servant say that you have a high fever."

Burned badly.

He listened and frowned slightly, "It's not serious."

His tone softened.

"They're used to being serious. You don't have to worry."

"Are you really okay now?"

"Ah."

There was a reassuring power in his cold voice.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head and pressed her finger to the warm cup, but she didn't take a sip.

Bian Jichen also found out later.

He looked over, "what's the matter."

"My fault."

She squeezed the glass again.

She blamed herself in every possible way, "If I had seen the news earlier, you wouldn't have worried about me and came here in the rain."

He was silent for a while, then moved his hand, and took another sip of ginger soup.

He looked over suddenly, the heat from the ginger soup made his pupils dark and clear.

Although his voice is cold, his eyes have a kind of gentle and firm strength.

"Actually, no matter whether you reply or not, I will still come to you."

He spoke...why did he sound like he was confessing his love? ! !

Jiang Chacha blushed and her head almost exploded.She looked away in panic, lowered her head, and distracted him by drinking ginger soup to ease the embarrassment.

In the mouth of ginger soup, the taste of shredded ginger is very strong and pungent, but after entering the throat, even the stomach and intestines are warm.

Even the slightest ripples appeared in my heart.

Maybe because he was afraid that she would be bored, Bian Jichen picked up the remote control on the table and randomly turned on a TV station that happened to be broadcasting a TV series.

So the two stayed in the living room like this, drinking the ginger soup he made himself, and watching the TV series quietly.

...what an amazing experience.

In fact, Jiang Chacha couldn't see the plot in the TV series at all.

Her mind, which has no capacity, was in chaos at this moment.

The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, shaking the flowers of Kazuki tree, and the heavy rain was about to knock the petals into the wet soil.

After a while, fine and small water mixed with the fragrance of flowers appeared on the soil, and the rainwater meandered in it. Therefore, the piece of soil under the corner of the Western-style building in the last century has its own magnificent gullies.

Hearing the pattering rain outside the window, Jiang Chacha lowered her head obediently, and took another sip of ginger soup.

The side became quiet again.

Ginger Chacha turned her head.

Seeing his quiet side face is like a supernatural workmanship, he can make people feel the cloud and mud of dimensionality reduction on his body.

A small piece of Bian Jichen's eyelashes drooped down. He was watching the TV intently, and the fluorescent light from the TV series lightly fell on his jade-white face.

He watched the TV series for a while, then suddenly cast his gaze over.

And she had already looked away to prevent herself from being caught peeking at him.

"Stay and eat."

Ginger Chacha did not refuse.

Because it was raining heavily.

And he, braved so much rain to attend her appointment.

How could she be willing to reject him?
When I came to the restaurant, I saw Aunt Zhang coming over with bone soup in her hand, Jiang Chacha went up to pick it up without even thinking about it.

She raised her lips and said habitually: "Aunt Zhang, just let me serve the young master, you can go do other things first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that her identity did not match the current scene at all.

The smile that had just appeared on her face froze in an instant.

help! ! ! ! ! !

what is she doing ! !
This damn occupational disease kills people!
The dining room also fell into a bewildered silence.

Aunt Zhang was stunned, she never thought that the daughter in front of her... would be so peaceful and approachable?

Moreover, what did she just say?
She also called young master?
Aunt Zhang hesitated, she took a weird look at Jiang Chacha, and then smiled awkwardly: "This lady... is so enthusiastic..."

Ginger tea with prickly pears on the back.

She could feel the man behind him calmly cast a scrutinizing gaze.

I can see that she can't take it or let it go.

In the end, she bit the bullet and brought the bone broth in her hand to the table.

(End of this chapter)