Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

The man shook his head in silence, and stood in the living room observing the layout of the villa.

After that, he pointed to the sofa not far away, and walked towards the kitchen on his own.

Qin Yiren was a little dizzy, and sat down on the sofa under a blanket, when he heard the crisp sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

In Nuo Da's villa, she is no longer alone.

Perhaps the fact that people are always more vulnerable when they are sick reassures her.

Picking up the remote control and turning down the volume of the TV, Qin Yiren looked back at the direction of the kitchen from time to time, a little worried that men would not use those kitchen utensils imported from abroad.

After all, the other party can't speak, even if they really don't know how to use it, there's no way to ask, so they can only explore slowly by themselves, right?

But the labels on the cookware are all in English...

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, Qin Yiren supported his dizzy forehead, and took a moment to move to the kitchen door.

Looking up at the man who turned his back to her, she calmly cared about his self-esteem: "Actually, this is my friend's house, and it uses the latest black technology. I have never seen some things. If you don't if you are free……"

She wanted to say that she could order takeaway, but she saw the man turned sideways and looked at her.

Without the cover of the man, she saw the dancing flames on the stove, and there was a very cute casserole on it, which was steaming with steam.

Well, it seems that she is worrying too much.

A little embarrassed, Qin Yiren blinked, trying to pass the test: "I mean, don't do too complicated, just the simplest one."

The man didn't seem to care about her purpose, and nodded lightly.

Qin Yiren smiled at him, turned around and wanted to go back to the living room, but he didn't know if he moved too fast or something, but the world was spinning again before his eyes.

The slender eyelashes trembled, Qin Yiren came back to his senses, and did not wait for the expected pain.

At some point, she was half leaning in the man's arms, with her back pressed against the man's chest, and she could smell the cigarettes on the man's body in her breath.

Through the thin clothes in early summer, she could feel the man's well-defined figure, and he probably does exercise a lot on weekdays.

"Sorry, I have hypoglycemia."

Embarrassed to regain his footing, Qin Yiren was once again thankful that he didn't hold on, and sent a message to him for help.

Moreover, fortunately, she is a pregnant woman, and the other party is not a handsome man, otherwise, according to the routines in idol dramas, people might think that she is deliberately pretending to be dizzy, trying to increase the distance between the two, then it is true It's so embarrassing.

Thanking the man again for his help, Qin Yiren made persistent efforts to go back to the restaurant, but the man still held her arm tightly.

Subconsciously wanting to see the man's expression, Qin Yiren's gaze was fixed between the scarf covering half of his face and the deliberately lowered hat brim, only the man's straight nose bridge could be seen.

Staring at the bridge of the nose for a while, she suddenly realized that the man obviously didn't like others to pay attention to his appearance, she hurriedly lowered her eyes, her voice was weak and hoarse due to a cold: "Don't worry, I'm fine... "

As if aware of her gaze just now, the man did not take back the hand supporting her, but just lifted the edge of the scarf with the other hand, confirming her guess with practical actions.

Then, regardless of her wishes, he silently and forcefully helped her back to the sofa, finally leaned over to take off her shoes, pressed her gently into the sofa to lie down, and finally picked up the thin blanket that fell aside , Cover her carefully.

Qin Yiren was overwhelmed by such comprehensive care, and didn't know what to say other than thanking her.

But the man's attitude was still calm, he didn't respond to her thanks, turned around and went back to the kitchen to do his own work.

Qin Yiren stared blankly at the man's back, slightly frustrated.

Thinking that it might be inconvenient for the other party to answer, she took out her phone, chose a cat thank you emoji, and sent it with her fingertips.

I don't know if the man didn't see it at all, or he didn't intend to pay attention to her.

All in all, her messages went unanswered.

Silently put away the phone, Qin Yiren took the remote control, replaced the unnutritious variety show, and chose the recently popular anime.

A relaxed plot always makes people happy. She couldn't help snickering while watching TV, and the corners of her crimson lips curved brightly.

An hour later, the man came out with the food.

With deep eyes projected from under the brim of the hat, she saw her sitting up unconsciously, staring at the screen so intently that she didn't even notice his existence.

On the face as big as a slap, the expression changes with the ups and downs of the plot, and there are a few balls of paper thrown beside it. It looks like he just cried for a while, and his silly look is very cute.

Under the scarf, the man pursed his lips helplessly, amplifying the sound of his footsteps intentionally or unintentionally, so as not to scare her.

"……Um?"

Qin Yiren turned around when he heard the sound, saw the man and the fruits of his labor, and smiled naturally: "Thank you, you have worked hard."

The man leaned over and put the food on the coffee table in front of her.

Perhaps because she didn't want her to wait too long, there were two simple dishes and one soup on the tray, as well as a bowl of thick rice porridge.

Qin Yiren picked up the spoon, couldn't wait to taste the rice porridge, and immediately gave the man a thumbs up.

"That... if you don't mind, we can eat together."

Looking at the simple home-cooked dishes on the plate, Qin Yiren hesitated and said, "Aren't these meals too light? If it doesn't suit your appetite, there are other ingredients in the refrigerator, and you can make what you like .”

The man shook his head and sat down on the single sofa opposite her.

Qin Yiren peeked at him uncomfortably, seeing that the other party had no special reaction, picked up some vegetables with chopsticks, and ate the bowl of rice porridge sweating profusely.

Leaning lazily on the sofa, she just slept the whole afternoon and is not sleepy yet.

Watching the man pack up her leftovers in silence, Qin Yiren said cautiously: "Are you sleepy? I live in the room at the end of the corridor, and the rest are guest rooms. You can choose whichever one you want."

The man shook his head, quietly did his job well, and returned to her again.

"If you're not sleepy, do you want to play games together?" Qin Yiren was worrying about how to pass the time, and tapped the handle on the shelf with her slender fingers, "Do you like it?"

The man raised his hand to look at the slightly worn sports watch, walked over to pick up the handle, and handed one of them to Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren opened the game library, selected a racing game from it, invited him to sit beside him, and tilted his head to explain the operation buttons to him.

From such a close distance, the sweet fragrance of her body hits her face.