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But it didn't seem to be her.

Yan Yuchuan asked himself that he was just a small artist. Why did he come to H city by himself after seeing her affair with Qi Qingli?

When we had dinner together, we didn't care too much about her

However, during the period from eating to seeing the scandal, there was an unknown emotion in my heart.

Seeing the hot news is just a trigger point.

A trigger point that gives him an excuse to find Anxia.

So

Did he love Anxia?

Once this idea came into being, Yan Yuchuan was a little surprised.

Does he like Anxia?

He always thought it was not easy to like a person, but he didn't expect it was such an easy thing?

Do you really like it?

It was the first time that Yan Yuchuan had a strange feeling for a girl. He was a bit at a loss, but he would not show any trace on his face.

He could not tell whether he liked it or not.

Let's get along for a while.

He thought.

That's why we have this week's "cohabitation" life.

Thinking about it, time passed an hour unconsciously.

"Mr. Yan, if you are not busy, can you come and help me? Take out all the dishes. " From the kitchen came the sound of Xi Ying.

"Oh, here it is." Suddenly heard Xi Ying's voice, Yan Yuchuan suddenly some flustered.

The laptop on my leg almost didn't fall to the ground.

But even if it fell to the ground, there was a soft blanket on the floor of the living room.

Yan Yuchuan went to the kitchen and brought out plates of delicious dishes.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked.

Although it is Chinese food, but because of his habit, he still prefers to drink wine such as red wine.

"I don't drink it. I want juice." Xi Ying came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice in his hand.

And Yan Yuchuan is familiar to the cabinet to take two goblets, and take out a bottle of red wine.

Xi Ying put down her job and took the orange juice out of the refrigerator.

"If you like juice, you can buy a juicer." Yan Yuchuan looked at Xi Ying's 100% pure orange juice and said, "that's 100% pure orange juice."

"But that's troublesome, don't you think? I'm tired of cooking, and I need juice.

Forget it. I might as well buy it myself.

And even if I have time, I have to buy the juicer myself. That's a lot of money. "

Xi Ying sat down, unscrewed the lid and took a big drink.

Yan Yuchuan also sat down.

"Are you short of money?" He asked quietly.

"Of course, the more money, the better." Xi Ying clip a chopsticks of vegetables, chewing with relish, "maybe when I get to your level, I think I don't lack money."

With a crisp sound, Yan Yuchuan opened the red wine.

"Would you like some?" He asked Xi Ying with a red wine bottle.

"No, drink it." Xi Ying shakes her head.

When she had to, she didn't really want to drink.

It's still orange juice. It's sour and sweet.

During the meal, neither of them spoke again.

Yan Yuchuan thought in his heart, since an Xia is so tired, do you want her to cook every day?

Or an aunt?

But he quickly rejected the idea.

Because the food made by Xi Ying is really delicious.

Even if he doesn't often eat Chinese food, he likes it very much.