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

Chapter 517 Are You Allergic To Roses Now?
"What did your mother tell you?" It's really unaccustomed for a big man to suddenly become so fragile.

Qiao Yue imagined for a while, "Will your mother tell you that you are a child she brought back from somewhere, and you have to listen to her in everything?"

Shen Zheyi: "..."

The urge to cuddle dissipated.

He raised his head from her arms and flicked her head, "Why do you think so much?"

Qiao Yue felt that she couldn't be blamed for this, after all, he looked hurt and begged for comfort.

"Where are you going?" She asked, judging by Shen Zheyi's appearance, it seemed that she needed to relax more, and if he wanted to go on a date, she would not refuse.

But unexpectedly, Shen Zheyi said: "Go home."

It seems that nothing can give him a sense of belonging more than these two words.

Qiao Yue has no objection.

In short, they talked about love naturally and unnaturally.

Shen Zheyi took a bag from the car and handed it to her, "I bought it for you, I don't know if you like it or not."

Qiao Yue opened it, and there was a small box in the bag. When the box was opened, there was a red brooch in the shape of a rose.

"Why did you suddenly buy me a brooch?"

"It looks good." He imagined that she would look better wearing it.

Qiao Yue looked at the logo on the box, and thought it looked familiar, but she didn't quite remember it, so she didn't say anything.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

She likes roses, especially red roses.

Like the nonsense she said about being allergic to flowers at the beginning, she was seen through in less than 10 minutes after she finished speaking. In Qiao Yue's impression, this was once a dark history.

"Are you still allergic to roses?" As if knowing what she was thinking, Shen Zheyi mentioned her dark history playfully.

Qiao Yue: "..."

She turned her head to look at him sincerely, "Since when did I become allergic to roses?"

Then the next sentence, "You must have remembered wrongly."

Shen Zheyi: "..."

As if as long as she forgot, he had no proof of what she had said before.

"Well," Shen Zheyi turned the steering wheel and decisively chose a position, "I remember wrongly."

Qiao Yue didn't expect Shen Zheyi to love the kitchen so much. He bought a lot of ingredients the day before and put them in her refrigerator.

After getting off work today, I went home with her directly, without any intention of going upstairs.

I went in with her, changed into slippers, and went into the kitchen to cook dinner for two.

Qiao Yue went into the kitchen to pour water, saw him skillfully cutting the meat, and asked casually, "Do you want some water?"

Shen Zheyi paused for a moment, then looked at her with piercing eyes.

Qiao Yue glanced at his hand, which was cutting meat, she asked tentatively, "Shall I feed you?"

It seemed that the question was correct, Shen Zheyi said, "Okay."

Qiao Yue: "..."

Let's assume that he simply wants to drink water.

Qiao Yue took another cup, rinsed it with water, then poured a cup of warm water, walked over, and brought the cup close to his lips.

Shen Zheyi lowered his head slightly, took a sip, and took another sip.

Because of her height, and she was not wearing high heels, she needed to tiptoe to feed him.

Hands are still a little sore.

"Is it okay?" she asked.

From Shen Zheyi's angle, he could just see the slightly open neckline and her delicate mouth when she approached.

And smell her damn perfume.

Really grinding.

"Okay." No matter how charming his thoughts were, he put it away, and asked her without changing his expression, "What vegetables do you want to eat tonight?"

(End of this chapter)