Cute Baby from Heaven: Kiss Goodbye, Mr. Li

"No, it's okay..."

Qin Yiren hurriedly stopped, fidgeting and looking at the handsome man.

He was originally injured because of saving her, and it was too late for her to thank him, how could he let Chu Xiannian, who was inconvenient to move, take care of him?

Chu Xinian stood in front of her leaning on a cane, and asked thoughtfully, "Don't you like orange juice?"

Qin Yiren hesitated to speak, gave up persuading him to entertain him, simply got up and said: "Forget it, you sit down, I will do it myself."

Chu Xianian smiled slightly, and sat on the sofa calmly, but he was not polite to her.

Qin Yiren didn't know how to face him, took the opportunity of pouring juice to hide in the kitchen, absentmindedly opened the cabinet and found the cup, the cold glass made her startled.

strangeness……

Although it was not the first time for her to come to Chu Xianian's kitchen, she always stood at the door and never opened the cabinet.

And now, why can she find the position of the cup so easily?As if she had already looked for it countless times?

Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Qin Yiren didn't want to think about the deep meaning, so she hurriedly opened the refrigerator to find the juice.

The moment he looked back with the tray in his hand, he happened to see Chu Xinian standing at the door of the kitchen with a half-smile in his eyes.

Almost startled by the man, Qin Yiren's heart skipped a beat, and he asked tentatively, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Chu Xiannian looked at her with a low smile, and continued slowly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to find the position of the cup... It seems that you still remember."

The slender eyelashes trembled, Qin Yiren pursed her lips lightly, and explained helplessly: "I don't know I remember this, I was thinking about something else just now, and I opened a cabinet casually, and the cup was inside."

Chu Xiannian nodded slightly, looking around the dozen or so cabinets in the western-style kitchen, he didn't agree that it was a mere coincidence.

But Qin Yiren guessed what he meant, and said hesitantly, "Maybe it's an instinctive reaction?"

"It's possible, but it's good news for me." Chu Xiannian paused at this point, with a particularly meaningful tone: "It's the same for you."

Qin Yiren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he looked at the confident man, then at the crutch that didn't suit him, and struggled not to refute his words.

"Come on." Chu Xinian stepped aside to get out of the way, and asked casually, "Did the police catch the thief that day?"

"not yet."

When the topic was back on track, Qin Yiren quietly breathed a sigh of relief, seized the topic and said a few more words: "The police said that the thief entered the villa through a password. It may be an acquaintance who committed the crime, but I can't think of any suspects."

While talking, the two returned to the living room.

Qin Yiren leaned over and put the tray on the tea table. Concerned about Chu Xianian's inconvenience, he brought the cup to him in person, "It's cold out of the refrigerator just now, do you want to drink it hot?"

"It will be all right."

Chu Xiannian took the cup, and his slender fingertips inadvertently rubbed against the back of her delicate hand, leaving an unusually vivid touch.

Qin Yiren trembled inadvertently, and almost lost his grip on the cup.

Not wanting Chu Xianian to find out that she was out of control, she deliberately lowered her eyes, and stuffed the cup into his palm as if nothing had happened.

Chu Xinian raised the corners of his lips, not revealing her embarrassment: "Yiren, why haven't you come to see Bao'er these two days? She and I miss you very much."

Such half-truths and half-false ambiguities are simply overwhelming.

Qin Yiren was speechless, picked up his own cup, and took a sip of orange juice to cover up his embarrassment.

Tasting the sweet taste on the tip of her tongue, she calmed down a little, and did not answer Chu Xiannian's words, and replied calmly: "Because of the accident that night, I have not been in a good mood these two days, so..."

"I understand." Chu Xinian interrupted her, and suddenly became considerate: "Forget it, as long as you don't hide from me on purpose."

He, how does he know everything...

Qin Yiren pretended to be stupid and took another sip of the juice, and had to admit that Chu Xiannian knew her beyond imagination, and she knew almost nothing about him.

This is undoubtedly very unfair, causing her to never gain the upper hand in front of him unless she recovers her complete memory.

And she just lost that notebook...

Feeling guilty, she didn't dare to look into the man's eyes anymore, Qin Yiren pretended to be sipping juice, pricked up her ears to listen to the movement upstairs, hoping that Bao'er would wake up obediently, and break the time she and Chu Xinian spent alone.

however.

Upstairs was quiet, Bao'er seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Slowly drank half of the orange juice, Qin Yiren couldn't stand the atmosphere of silence, hesitantly said: "If Auntie is not here today, how will you solve your three meals?"

Chu Xianian's pretty brows were raised, and a fleeting smile flashed across his eyes, "There is sliced ​​bread in the refrigerator, I want to fry some bacon, but the doctor said standing is not good for wound recovery."

In this case, the more lightly he said, the more guilty Qin Yiren felt.

The slender fingers rubbed against the cup anxiously, and she continued to ask, "Why don't you order takeaway?"

"Didn't you notice?" Chu Xinian looked at her amusedly, "Takeaways are not allowed here, and the owner or his aunt at home needs to go half a block away to pick them up."

Qin Yiren blinked.

If Chu Xiannian hadn't reminded her, she really didn't pay attention to such rules.

Thinking about it now, it seems that I have never seen the takeaway boy nearby.

Pursing her lips in a complicated mood, Qin Yiren thought about it and said, "Let me help you make dinner. What do you want to eat?"

"Is this okay?" Chu Xiannian looked at her playfully, and reminded him extra considerately: "If Mr. Bo knows, I'm afraid he will be unhappy."

"Special circumstances, he will understand."

Qin Yiren couldn't be fooled by him, and lowered his eyes and said softly: "It's a little thank you from me, thank you for saving me that night."

Chu Xianian was noncommittal, and smiled slightly: "Since you say that, I'm not welcome..."

Not finished.

There was a sound of ding dong ding dong, and someone rang the doorbell of the villa.

You can't count on Chu Xiannian, who has limited mobility, Qin Yiren went to open the door consciously, and was stunned the moment he opened the door: "You..."

"What are you?"

The travel-worn man was full of vicissitudes of life, raised his hand to wipe his face, and continued exhaustedly: "Huang Qian, don't say you don't know me anymore?"

In the hall of the villa, Chu Xinian looked at Qin Yiren's suddenly stiff back, frowned and asked, "Who?"

"...Huang Wei."

Qin Yiren's beautiful face was full of complexities, she stared blankly at the man she hadn't seen for a long time, and asked very puzzled, "Why did you come here?"

"My son is seriously ill, and I have sold the house, which is about 30 yuan short."

Huang Wei clicked his tongue irritably, gritted his teeth and continued: "For the sake of you and my brother and sister, 30 is no problem, right?"