Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

During the meal, Qinger was full of praise.

Of course, Yao’s craftsmanship is not top-notch. Compared with the chef at home, there is still a slight gap, but Qinger hasn’t eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time, so this meal is top-notch for her. delicious.

Not to mention how long did this kid learn to cook? She deeply felt that he had unlimited potential.

I don't know which girl is cheaper in the future.

After eating, Qinger put down his chopsticks and exhaled for a long time: "Ayao, what else do you have, let me show up."

He laughed out loud.

"Sister Qing'er, you will learn later."

"Also." Qinger nodded. "I was still worried that you would come out to study at a young age. In case I graduated in advance, what should I do if I leave you alone, I don't need to worry now."

"I think compared to it, sister Qing'er is the more worrying one." A Yao looked at her.

"Oh, that's okay." Qing'er didn't feel embarrassed at all. "You don't think I'm living well now....... Hey, let me clean up."

She said halfway, seeing that Yao had taken the initiative to clean up the chopsticks, and quickly grabbed his wrist: "It's so hard to cook. I'll let you do the rest."

A Yao's movements stopped, his eyes involuntarily fell to the hand that Qinger held him, and his eyes were the woman's thin fingertips and pink fingernails.

Qinger didn't find anything strange. She took the opportunity to grab the tableware from his hand and smiled: "You can sit down and have a rest. There is a dishwasher in the kitchen, I will be fine soon."

A Yao's throat slipped, and the moment her hand was released, his immobilization curse seemed to be lifted.

Seeing the woman walking lightly to the kitchen with plates and chopsticks, he hesitated for a while, but followed.

When he walked into the kitchen, he discovered that the woman was squatting in front of the dishwasher and was still mumbling: "How to use this stuff..."

To be honest, the kitchen's biggest role for her is to make a cereal or something. The dishwasher is such a high-end thing that she hasn't used it since she moved in.

A Yao only felt funny. He walked over and walked over. When he leaned over, the woman in front of him just happened to plan to get up.

So the next second, the woman's head hit his chin heavily.

A Yao groaned, and screamed, and she hurriedly turned to cover the top of her head, but unexpectedly, A Yao seemed to be unstable, and her body was uncontrollably pressed down on her, bringing her whole body against her. Behind the fluid table.

Seventeen or eighty-year-old boys are probably the most vigorous age of hormones.

The moment he leaned in, Qinger immediately felt that all his senses were shrouded in a strange breath, which was actually not unpleasant, but inexplicably accelerated her heartbeat, she had to hold her breath, Quickly shook his head to wake up.

"A Yao, are you okay?" She ignored her head pain and reached out to cover his chin.

In comparison, she felt his jaw should be more painful.

A Yao wrinkled her eyebrows slightly, as if the pain was severe. He probably felt that her hand was more comfortable, so he grabbed her hand and pressed it to the position where his jaw was hit.

The hot temperature from the palm of his hand made Qing'er's heart beat.