The camera draws closer and he sees her chest with a beige apron with a cartoon Doraemon pattern on it.

She pressed the carrot with her left hand and the kitchen knife with her right hand. The knife method looked unskilled, and even a little clumsy.

But in Fei Siting's eyes, it has such a fatal attraction, a little warm, a little gentle, a little quiet, and a little virtuous.

She is now standing next to Nangong Rui.

The temple was so painful that his heart seemed to be densely covered with oil paper, unable to jump, and his chest was blocked with cotton and could not breathe.

Over there, in the kitchen.

Junziyan cut the carrots and looked at the man beside him, "Was the beans washed?"

Nangong Rui opened his red lips slightly and nodded, "For you."

He raised his evil eyes and looked at the building opposite the window again.

There are still only clothes fluttering in the wind, no one.

But the man's intuition told him that there was someone there, watching them, and not being friendly.

Who will it be?

Nangong Rui narrowed his eyes slightly. I guess it was only Fei Siting?

"Ziyan, can I ask you a question?"

Junzi Yan was slightly stunned and nodded immediately, "Okay, ask."

What exactly should he ask her?

The man jokingly raised his eyebrows and said with a stern look: "A bird in flight was hit by a hunter holding a hunting rifle. He shed a lot of blood and was in danger of life. After a long, long time, why can it continue to fly in the sky?"

Junziyan frowned and murmured, "The bird in flight?"

"yes."

"The injury was very serious and he had a lot of blood?"

"yes."

She laughed, "I knew this problem when I was a child. It was not the one who hit it at all, it was another bird, right?"

"No." Nangong Rui shook his head lightly, looking at her while washing vegetables, "It's this bird. Guess it again!"

"Is my hunter's gun fake?"

"wrong."

Junziyan pursed his lips embarrassedly, "Then I really can't guess."

"I knew you couldn't guess." Nangong Rui looked at the woman beside him deeply, and saw a strand of hair hanging down her cheeks. He had the urge to stroke her behind her ears, but he still held it back.

"What the hell?" she was curious.

“Because, it is strong.”

"What?" She stretched out her eyes that were clearly distinguished by black and white, but she didn't expect that the answer was like this, "Strong?"

The man nodded and said seriously: "Yes, because it is strong, he can still fly in the sky without falling down after being seriously injured. Should we applaud such a cute bird?"

Junziyan couldn't help but laughed, "Strong"

Nangong Rui looked at the woman laughing, and there was indescribable pleasure and satisfaction in his heart. This time, she really laughed because of him.

He couldn't help but actually stroke the hair on her cheek, and said in a low voice: "Ziyan, don't look too good when you smile."

"" Junzi Yan dimmed his eyes, immediately opened his face and lowered his head.

He praised her for being good-looking?

Normal people will probably be happy when they hear others praise them.

But there was only embarrassment and discomfort in her heart.

Nangong Rui looked at her with empty eyes, but his hands kept cutting vegetables, and his speed was getting faster and faster, and he frowned worriedly.

As she saw, she was about to cut her finger.

"Ziyan!"

"ah?"

Junziyan was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at him. At the same time, the man suddenly took her into his arms.

Then, the kitchen knife she was about to cut fell on the cutting board!
Chapter completed!