It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 460 The Man Who Cooks

Of course just thinking about it.

According to memory, Shen Zheyi took a blanket from Qiao Yue's room and covered her body.

As for her room, he swore that he never glanced randomly.

He had absolutely no idea about her room.

Ugh.

Boss Shen who was standing in the living room was very anxious.

When can I enter her room openly, sleep on her bed, and cover her with a quilt?
Why is reality so blatant?

While the owner of the house was asleep, Shen Zheyi began to recall how he lived in Qiao Yue's house so shamelessly.

Oh, he said at the time that his father didn't love his mother or his mother, and he still faced the fate of life being arranged from time to time.

As soon as she softened her heart, she let him stay for the first night, and then there was a second night, so that she rented a room to him.

Boss Shen is worried again, should he pretend to be bankrupt and homeless now and ask her to take him in?
Not to mention how difficult it is to deceive a woman in this kind of matter, Qiao Yue's status alone is equivalent to being with him.

It would be too difficult to deceive her to gain sympathy.

After all, what he wanted to deceive was not only a woman, but also a woman who had brought a psychological shadow to many top students in Lin City No. [-] Middle School and Senior Three.

Qiao Yue's IQ was something that was talked about at the time.

Shen Zheyi didn't do such a frenzied thing in the end, he rubbed his hands, and sat down on another sofa chair as quietly as a chicken.

Staring at someone's sleeping face, no matter how you look at it, you won't get tired of it.

When Qiao Yue woke up, the night outside the window was very quiet, and the lights were brightly lit from a distance. She subconsciously realized that her head was still a little heavy, but the pain was no longer there.

It was the movement in the kitchen that attracted her first.

When she came back, she came in without changing her slippers, so now, there are only a pair of high heels in front of the sofa.

She took a few steps barefoot, and immediately saw the busy back in the kitchen.

Qiao Yue paused for a moment before realizing that the other party's movements were not generally proficient.

A scent of porridge spread in the air.

"Why are you still here?"

Qiao Yue felt that before she went to bed next time, she must drive irrelevant people out of the house.

No, when did she fall asleep?
"Are you awake?" The other party didn't have the slightest sense that this was someone else's home, "Your home's refrigerator is empty, you only cooked porridge, and you can eat it when I get some side dishes."

He wanted to go out to buy groceries.

But thinking about the matter of digging through her bag to get the keys before, she was so angry, so naturally he couldn't do it again.

Without taking her key, he can't come in when he goes out.

So Shen wisely chose to make the most of the few dishes she had in the fridge.

It can be seen that Qiao Yue really doesn't cook often.

Even though she stayed abroad for a few years, she had no choice but to improve her poor cooking skills.

But she never felt anything about the kitchen.

I still rarely cook.

Shen Zheyi looked back at her.

In fact, it's hard to imagine how a meticulous man in a suit usually looks busy in the kitchen around that pale pink apron.

It hits people's hearts more directly than imagined.

"Why do you step on the floor without wearing shoes? What should I do if I catch a cold?" Shen Zheyi suddenly stopped what he was doing, walked out and directly passed her to get her slippers.

Qiao Yue subconsciously took a step back when he knelt down to grab her calf, "I'll do it myself."

Shen Zheyi didn't force himself, he stood up.

(End of this chapter)