Can You Love Me?

After standing in front of the refrigerator, Xin Ai reached out and took out a tomato and two eggs.

The next noodles are the fastest, just give him the whole bowl of noodles.

When cutting tomatoes, Xin Ai was absent-minded, and suddenly her fingertips were cut by the blade, Xin Ai gasped in pain: Hiss...

What's wrong?

Jian Zechuan's voice sounded from behind.

Xin Ai turned her head to look, and at some point he was already standing not far behind her.

Xin Ai turned around: It's okay...

Before the words finished, Jian Zechuan had already walked over, grabbed Xin Ai's hand, and the tip of her index finger was already bleeding.

The dark red blood was like a red rose blooming at the fingertips. Jian Zechuan turned on the tap, took Xin Ai's hand and rinsed it, and then opened his mouth to enclose her finger.

Xin Ai's body tensed instantly, and she looked at Jian Zechuan in disbelief, he...he actually...

Xin Ai looked at Jian Zechuan in shock, is he crazy?

Her heart beat again and again, faster and faster.

When Jian Zechuan's lips left her fingers, Xin Ai quickly withdrew her hand: I'm fine... I was just careless just now...

Jian Zechuan always has a way to tease her and make her distracted, but he remains unmoved.

Xin Ai is not afraid of this man's indifference, what she is afraid of is his... gentle cruelty!

It moved her heart and made her lose her feelings, but he remained indifferent.

Jian Zechuan frowned, glanced at Xin Ai's fingers, and saw faint blood oozing out.

Turning around and digging through the drawer, I finally found a Band-Aid.

Xin Ai was about to pick up the knife again, but Jian Zechuan grabbed it and stuck it on her without any explanation.

Then, he pushed the person away and rolled up his sleeves, What else should I do?

Xin Ai was taken aback: Huh?

Do you still want to cut it?

This, you are not suitable, let me do it. Who would have thought that the third master of the Jian family would come to her to pick up a kitchen knife and cook! Speaking out, this is simply a fantasy.

Xin Ai himself felt that this scene looked particularly awkward.

Jian Zechuan said coldly: I don't want to eat a finger later.

Xin Ai...

Does this count as concern?

My heart, which had already been cold, was faintly showing signs of warming up again.

She lowered her head and said softly, Mmm...

Jian Zechuan picked up the knife: How do you cut it?

Don't cut it too big, cut it smaller.

Xin Ai stood aside and taught Jian Zechuan how to cut tomatoes and crack eggs.

Seeing his clumsy movements, Xin Ai couldn't help pursing her lips, laughing out of embarrassment.

Every time she couldn't bear it anymore, Jian Zechuan would turn around and give her a look.

After many days, the two of them haven't had such a quiet and warm moment for a long time, but the warmth of this moment has changed.

Xin Ai cleared her throat: There are still onions and garlic, peel and cut them... Third Master, let your friends see you busy in the kitchen, what will they look like?

Pa... Jian Zechuan chopped a green onion into two pieces with one knife, and Xin Ai shut up.

After all the ingredients were cut, Xin Ai asked Jian Zechuan to turn on the fire, put the frying pan on and put oil on it.

Jian Zechuan asked: How much oil do you put in?

Xin Ai asked him to pour it, It's less, put more... more, I asked you to put more, I didn't ask you to put so much, do you want to fry or fry? You don't know this bit of common sense?

Jian Zechuan's face became more and more gloomy, with a spatula in his hand, he looked at Xin Ai coldly.

Xin Ai realized that what he said just now seemed to be too disgusting, and touched his nose: Cough, it's okay to put too much oil, just pour it out...

If Xin Ai cooks this meal, it will take about 10 minutes.

But Jian Zechuan spent half an hour in a daze, and the noodles came out of the pot. Xin Ai looked at that side, and it was almost mushy. On this side, she felt that if Jian Zechuan tasted it, her surname would not be Xin.

However, he never expected that Jian Zechuan not only ate it, but also finished it.

Xin Ai looked at the empty bowl and swallowed. Isn't Jian Zechuan very picky, he also eats this side?

Third Master, you...

Jian Zechuan glanced at her, then at her hands, then at the bowls and chopsticks, frowned and threw the bowls into the dishwasher.

Xin Ai thought, after eating, people should leave, right?

But after he finished eating, he still refused to leave, and Xin Ai couldn't help but wanted to chase him away.

Third Master, do you... have nothing else to do?

Jian Zechuan had already taken off his coat, unbuttoned the three buttons on his shirt, and looked sideways at Xin Ai: What do you want me to do?

Xin Ai sat far away from him, not looking at his face, and said with a smile: You are busy with everything, you must be very busy...

Jian Zechuan said lightly, I'm not busy today.

Xin Ai bit her lip, she usually doesn't come once every few days, but now she doesn't leave.

Just as she was thinking, her eyes dimmed, and Jian Zechuan was already standing in front of her, bending over to pick him up...

Xin Ai was so frightened that she quickly hugged Jian Zechuan's neck with both hands: What are you going to do?

Jian Zechuan looked at her expressionlessly, and said solemnly, Fuck you!

Xin Ai blushed, but immediately thought of Tan Ran, and her heart instantly cooled down.

She said: I met Mrs. Jane today, and I had a good chat with her. Mrs. Jane said, you are getting engaged. Shouldn't you be going to accompany your prospective fiancee at this time? Come to me, don't be afraid Is your fiancee sad?

Jian Zechuan frowned, and threw Xin Ai onto the bed: She won't care about this.

Because it wasn't true between them.

Xin Ai rolled around on the bed, and immediately got off the bed, she said: She doesn't care, but I do... When I think, Third Master, you will soon be someone else's fiancé, and soon you will be someone else's husband, I feel that I This person is particularly an eyesore... Even if you are all generous and don't care, but I care, I can't stand it...

Xin Ai's words were interrupted by the ringtone of Jian Zechuan's cell phone.

It was Jian Wanjun who made the call, and Mrs. Jian's person who stayed at the gate of Fengluyuan told her that Jian Zechuan was here.

Mrs. Jian was so frightened that she hurriedly asked her husband to call, for fear that her son would ignore Xin Ai and make trouble.

If you are just pregnant, you can't have intercourse, let alone Xin Ai is so thin, it must be impossible.

Jian Wanjun's voice was a little flustered: Son, your mother's heart hurts badly and she's about to be sent to the hospital. Come here quickly...

okay, I get it.

Jian Zechuan always thought it was a coincidence that the call came.

But even though Jian Zechuan had some doubts about whether it was his own mother, he still wanted to go back.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Xin Ai heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, Goodbye, third master, please go slowly.

Seeing Xin Ai's eagerness for him to leave, Jian Zechuan's chest was suddenly on fire, and he said coldly: You wait for me.

Xin Ai smiled and waved.

Watching Jian Zechuan leave Xin Ai's body relaxes.

The sound of closing the door came, and Xin Ai's strength seemed to be exhausted in an instant with the sound, and she fell on the bed, motionless.

Jian Zechuan was a knot in her heart, and the more he was beaten, the more he died, and it became more and more difficult to break free.

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