This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

When he got closer, the person squatting on the ground seemed to feel the sharp knife-like gaze, and slowly raised his head.

Sang Fan had already walked in front of her, and his dark eyes were precisely fixed on her face.

Shen Yue froze for a moment, her expression blank.

Sang Fan frowned slowly.

The girl was only wearing a thin short sleeve, her exposed wrist bones were slender, her shoulders were thin, and the neckline of the round neck was pulled down, revealing two lonely collarbones.

His skin was pale and sickly, and it was even more transparent when illuminated by this pale street lamp.

He asked, "What are you squatting here for?"

"Why don't you come home so late?"

The girl lowered her long eyelashes, her lips were bright, and she seemed to be confused, "I don't want to go home."

There was a dull, dull pain in his heart, but there was no expression on Sang Fan's face.

Just said it coldly.

"Where's the address? I'll take you back."

The girl shook her head lightly, "I don't want to go back."

Sang Fan looked into the girl's eyes, his nail-like gaze was always on Shen Yue's face, never moving away, that focused gaze made one's heart palpitate.

He was unexpectedly patient: "Then where do you want to go?"

Shen Yue thought about it, but she didn't know where she should go.

Sang Fan suddenly issued an invitation: "Then you go back with me."

A person who has only met a few times, logically speaking, Shen Yue should not agree, after all, it is too unsafe.

She looked at Sang Fan.

Sang Fan pursed his thin lips, and his exposed arms were muscular. Because of the severe emotional ups and downs, the veins on his arms were knotted, and his fists were slightly clenched.

Seemingly indifferent, as if he didn't care at all, as if he just mentioned it casually, as for whether Shen Yue accepts it or not, it doesn't matter at all whether he agrees or not.

For some reason, Shen Yue thought of a mighty-looking Caucasian dog. There was a bone in front of her eyes. She clearly wanted to eat it, but she maintained her superficial restraint, expressing that she didn't disdain it at all.

Thinking of this, Shen Yue couldn't help showing a smile.

Facing Shang Sang Fan's gloomy gaze, the dimples were shallow.

"Okay."

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Sang Fan didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, he just brought the girl back.

Shen Yue took a general look at the room.

It's very simple, the layout and colors are very simple, but it is very neat, even the slippers are neatly arranged, as if they have been measured with a ruler, and they are not bad.

The slippers on Shen Yue's feet were Sang Fan's, they were very big, and Sang Fan only wore socks. He took out a pair of slippers from the storage box and put them on, and saw the girl sitting obediently on the sofa.

Very nice.

Shen Yue turned her head and said to him, "I'm hungry."

Sang Fan looked away in embarrassment, "There is food in the refrigerator."

Shen Yue got up and walked towards the refrigerator.

In fact, there is not much food in the refrigerator, there are more mineral water and sandwiches.

Shen Yue doesn't like to eat sandwiches.

Sang Fan was watching from the side.

The girl is actually not short, but she is extremely thin, with a white and lonely part of her short sleeves exposed, as if she was about to break if she didn't pay attention.

Shen Yue looked at it for a long time, her stomach was very hungry, just when she was considering whether to forcefully fill her stomach, the hot breath of young boys just after exercising and the faint smell of cigarettes suddenly enveloped Jiang Chenyue.

It must not smell bad.

Airtight.

Shen Yue turned around subconsciously, and the soft hair brushed against Sang Fan's chin like a feather, leaving a slight numbness.

With a light touch, it quickly disappeared, like an illusion.

Sang Fan's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his whole body felt like an electric shock, and he took several steps back as if he had been burned.

Shen Yue was completely stupefied by his series of movements, she blinked blankly, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows were full of purity.

Sang Fan looked away, his ears were red with embarrassment, he gritted his teeth, and it took him a long time to hold back a word.

"Why have you watched it for so long? Don't you want to eat?"

There are only sandwiches in the refrigerator that can be seen.

Shen Yue was silent for a while, after all, she lived in someone else's house, she still said very reservedly: "Fortunately, I'll just have a sandwich."

Sang Fan glanced at the sandwiches in the refrigerator, then at the poor skinny girl, and closed the door of the refrigerator without any hesitation.

"I'm going to cook for you."

Shen Yue was a little surprised, "Can you still cook?"

Sang Fan nodded, and took out noodles and two eggs from the refrigerator, "A little bit."

Sang Fan moved out of the house when he was very young, and basically lived alone. He ate nutritious meals during training, but he would cook according to his own taste at home after a while. Nice cooking.

But soon, Shen Yue discovered how modest Sang Fanna was when he "knew a little bit".

It is obviously just a bowl of noodles, but it looks good on the outside, the soup is rich, the green vegetables are dripping, and the eggs are fried to a tender yellow, not even burnt at all, lingering tempting heat.

Sang Fan said, "Let's eat."

Just to wait for his words, Shen Yue immediately sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

That taste is simply memorable.

The girl's eyes were bright, as if a thin starlight had been crushed inside, her brows and eyes were curved, "It's delicious!"

Sang Fan's heart slammed into his chest suddenly, all the nerves in his body tensed instantly, he almost avoided looking away, held his breath, clenched his fists, trying to restrain himself.

Shen Yue didn't notice the man's expression at all, she was eating the noodles happily, almost leaving her happy eyes.

Really delicious.

It is obviously a bowl of noodles, why can it be cooked so delicious?
Sang Fan's stiff voice came from above his head: "Wash the dishes after eating."

After speaking, he turned and went into the bedroom.

Shen Yue ate very slowly, it took almost half an hour to finish a bowl of noodles, and she was very full, so she sat on the seat for a while before carrying the bowl to the kitchen to wash.

That is a quick wash of the dishes.

She just came out of the kitchen when she saw Sang Fan throw the quilt and pillows on the sofa.

Sang Fan didn't look back, "You can sleep here tonight."

"it is good."

The sofa is very big, Shen Yue can sleep on it completely, and she also sat on it just now, it is very soft, it should be quite comfortable to eat.

Sang Fan turned around and said abruptly, "My name is Sang Fan, the mulberry of the mulberry tree, and the Van Gogh's Van Gogh."

Only then did Shen Yue realize that neither of them knew the other's name.

And she even went home with a man whose name she didn't know.

It's probably the biggest thing she's ever done.

But she always had a gut feeling.

Sang Fan will not harm her.

Shen Yue said softly, "My name is Shen Yue."

Sang Fan muffledly responded, and then didn't know what to say.

He just felt uncomfortable all over, and wanted to find something to do to divert his attention.

Diligent me! ! !