Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

From that day on, Xie Xinghe came back on time and would definitely appear before dinner, although he was still missing during the day.

Grandma Xie was not surprised by this, and seemed to understand Aning's doubts. The old man told her that Xie Xinghe was studying at a classmate's house.

But Aning didn't believe it no matter what he read. How could anyone go out to study without even bringing a book with them?

Even if you leave the books at your classmates' house, what about when you come back? You have to bring some textbooks when you come back, right?

Not only that, she always smelled a smell similar to motor oil on him.

Although Aning was curious, he didn't ask.

The conversation between the two seemed to stop at that night, except for a few words under the guidance of Grandma Xie while eating at the same table.

The two of them almost didn't talk for the rest of the time. It wasn't that Aning didn't take the initiative, but that Xie Xinghe didn't seem to want to talk to anyone except Grandma Xie.

Even the WeChat account that has been added for so many days is the same, so that the chat history is still stuck on the transfer record from that night.

It seems that he also confiscated the money, which she found out the next day when she received the transfer return notice.

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Aning woke up late today, getting up just before one o'clock in the afternoon. When she went out to wash up, she saw for the first time people who would never be at home during the day.

And that person is lying on the sofa playing games at the moment.

The boy was tall and straight, and could barely lie down on the small sofa. He was probably at home, so he was dressed casually.

Wearing a white sports vest and a pair of black shorts, the exposed limbs are fair and slender, with smooth muscle lines.

Aning was a little surprised. It was rare to see him at home during the day.

"Are you at home today?"

Xie Xingzhou raised his eyelids and glanced at the girl who had just woken up calmly. The sound of game victory came out from his mobile phone. Then he sat upright and replied:

"Grandma and Aunt Yang next door are going to the countryside for July and a half. If they don't come back for the next two days, she asked me to stay at home to take care of you."

Hearing what he said, Aning suddenly remembered that Grandma Xie had indeed told her that she was going back to her hometown two days ago. It turned out to be a holiday.

Aning glanced at him, slightly arching his eyebrows, with a bright smile in his eyes, and suddenly joked: "It's very troublesome to take care of me, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Without waiting for his reply, she walked directly to the bathroom. When she came out after washing, Xie Xinghe was no longer in the living room.

After looking around, his eyes finally locked on his closed door, Aning rubbed his nose.

Did she just say the wrong thing?

But after a while, Xie Xinghe walked out of the room and changed into a loose top.

Wearing it loosely on the body, it exudes a lazy atmosphere. The eyebrows are cold and sharp, the bridge of the nose is high, and the tiny black mole is hidden under the thin lip, giving it a vague sense of temptation.

The two people's eyes met and collided in the air, but they moved away from each other with a tacit understanding. There was a slightly sick look in their eyes.

Xie Xinghe looked unnaturally into the kitchen. His long eyelashes were like two dense rows of feather fans. The ends of his eyes were slightly raised and his thin lips parted slightly: "Can we have noodles for lunch?"

Ok?

Eat noodle?

What do you mean?

Aning was stunned for a moment, his mind running as fast as he could. He suddenly thought of something, and then nodded quickly: "Okay."

After getting the answer, the young man went into the kitchen, cleaned the pots, and skillfully turned on the fire on the stove.

Washing and chopping vegetables, looking at his orderly appearance, Aning's eyes flashed with surprise.

The partition glass in the kitchen was transparent, and she could clearly see everything going on inside.

She had always thought that cooking was a very tedious and complicated task, but she saw how neat and tidy he was.

It doesn't seem to be difficult.

While he was cooking, Aning returned to the sleeping room and took the half-written paper last night to the dining table to write on.

They were each doing what they were doing. Occasionally, there would be sparse and soft sounds in the kitchen, and she would raise her head and glance in, with the corners of her lips raising an arc unconsciously.

When the paper came to the last big question, two bowls of delicious and delicious pasta were brought to the table. Aning thanked him and couldn't wait to take a sip of the noodle soup. The soup was clear and fresh, light and refreshing.

Just when she was about to raise her chopsticks to eat the noodles, a deep and tough voice fell in her ears: "This question is wrong."

Putting down her chopsticks, Aning raised her eyes and found that the boy was already standing in front of where she put the papers, with his sharp-knuckled index finger tapping on the bottom two questions on the paper.

"What's wrong?" She was puzzled. She used the formula over and over again to solve this question several times, and the answer was exactly what she wrote.

"Process." The young man raised his eyebrows and picked up the gel pen on the table. The handwriting on the scroll was neat and meticulous. He paused before writing and turned to the blank space to write the steps to solve the problem.

As he wrote, he told her his ideas for solving the problem. His voice was a little low and hoarse, as if attracted by gravity, which made people want to continue listening involuntarily. The method he used was concise, clear, and easy to understand.

After listening to this, Aning was enlightened and immediately found his mistake.

The girl's long, silky hair was tied back casually, revealing the white back of her neck. Her thick eyelashes were like butterflies about to emerge, and they flapped a few times from time to time, sultry.

"Then help me with the last question."

Aning raised her head, her sparkling starry eyes lit up, she arched her eyebrows, and the shallow pear dimples on both sides of her mouth appeared, which was sweet to the heart.

Xie Xinghe quickly gathered his thoughts, focused on the two bowls of soup that was almost mushy, and pursed his lips.

He said: "Eat first, then talk after eating."

Aning didn't have any objections. She nodded. Only after she was full did she have the strength to lecture her.

The two of them quickly finished the noodle soup in front of them, and Xie Xinghe washed the bowls.

Originally, Aning thought that since he cooked the rice, she would naturally have to wash the bowls.

Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly said: "Have you ever washed the dishes?"

The girl shook her head, put away the dishes in front of the two of them, and then solemnly said to Xie Xinghe, "I can give it a try."

The only sound in the air was the whirring sound of the fan.

You don't have to.

Xie Xinghe took the bowl to the kitchen to wash it without saying anything.

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With the same paper and the same seat, Xie Xinghe took Aning's paper over and reviewed the questions for a while. When he was about to write and explain his ideas for solving the problem, Aning subconsciously moved closer to him, and the two of them were almost touching. Together.

There was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and it seemed that he could see her slender and white neck as long as he tilted his head.

At this moment, Xie Xinghe felt that his throat was itchy and his Adam's apple slid up and down unnaturally. He stabilized his mind and explained the steps to solve the problem.

Aning felt that it was a pleasure to listen to him speak. Every word came out of his thin lips with a calm tone, like gurgling water that soothed the heart.

Suddenly, the man said: "Is there something wrong with my face?"