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

"Let's go." Jiang Yan walked up to her, his thin lips slightly parted, and his voice was low and gentle, like the warm breeze in June gently passing by his ears.

"Where to go?"

Aning raised his head and looked at him, his expression slightly stunned and incomprehensible.

"move place."

"!!!"

move place! ?

At this moment, there were still some colleagues at the nurse station who had not left yet. Suppressing what was in her heart, Aning quickly pulled Jiang Yan toward the elevator entrance despite everyone's ambiguous looks.

During this period, the two of them also met many colleagues who were off work. Their eyes curiously wandered around the two of them, and finally settled on their hands.

Maybe after paying attention to other people's gazes, Aning realized that she was still holding Jiang Yan. Her face felt hot, and she quickly retracted her hand. For a moment, Aning felt the death scene.

There is an illusion of being hidden.

After finally escaping from everyone's gaze, Aning tensed her body before relaxing. She secretly observed his expression with her peripheral vision, and found that there was no change, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head and looked at him and asked, "Dr. Jiang is moving tonight. Where do you want me to move? To your home?"

After the expected silence, a clear laugh exploded in the ears, and then a deep magnetic voice sounded: "Yes, go to my house."

These words were like fireworks exploding at night, touching people's hearts. For a moment, Aning didn't know what to say, so he could only glance shyly out of the car window.

Raindrops fell on the glass, making the scenery outside look hazy.

"Isn't my home good?"

On a rainy day, the road was even more congested than usual. The car stopped at some point. Jiang Yan turned his head and stared at her, his tone seemed to be joking but also serious.

For a moment, Aning couldn't tell the true meaning of his words.

She muttered vaguely and said, "Your family is very nice."

The bed is soft, and you.

"Then move to my house first. If you don't want to live there anymore, you can go out and look for a house. I'm usually the only one in my house."

The car in front was moving at a turtle speed, and Jiang Yan also stepped on the accelerator and moved forward slowly, saying the last words with an intriguing meaning.

It took the two of them half an hour to get to Wanchun Street. Aning lived in an old house at the end of the alley. Jiang Yan's car couldn't get in, so they had to get out of the car and walk.

The rain gradually subsided, and the two of them walked inside together holding an umbrella. It took about five or six minutes to walk there.

This was the first time Jiang Yan came to her residence since he sent Aning home. The house was small and warm, so Aning tidied up the messy living room and took Jiang Yan to his room.

The sofa outside the living room was stained, and there was no way to sit on it. She took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and when she returned to the room, she saw Jiang Yan standing next to the bed, looking at the table.

When she got closer, she realized that he was looking at a photo, and that photo was taken by the original owner when he was listening to his speech at school.

Now that the real owner was caught on the spot, Aning felt as if someone was spying on her little thoughts. She stuffed the water into his hand at lightning speed, then reached out and put the photo in her bag.

"Well, Dr. Jiang, you drink some water and I'll take care of it."

Jiang Yan didn't speak. He leaned sideways and lowered his eyes slightly. His delicate eyebrows were surrounded by the twilight outside the window. The outline of his body was reflected in the glass window and was a little blurry. His white fingertips pointed at the place where the photo had just been placed.

He squinted his eyes, amber pupils flashing with tiny lights.

She just has a crush on him.

Aning didn't have much stuff. After packing some clothes and scattered things, there were only two suitcases.

After handing over to the landlord, Aning and Jiang Yan left. When they left, Aning looked back. Although she didn't live in this place for a long time, it held a lot of memories for her.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Jiang Yan's house. After packing his things, Aning was called out by him to eat.

They were busy moving as soon as they got off work, and they hadn't even had dinner yet.

Originally, Aning wasn't hungry, but when she saw the steaming noodles on the dining table, her stomach suddenly started to sing.

The noodles tasted very good. After finishing the last bite, Aning consciously took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen. When she saw the used pot, she realized that the noodles she ate were cooked by Jiang Yan himself.

"There's a dishwasher."

Just when she was about to wash the dishes, the man appeared behind her, raised his hand to take the dishes from her hand, put them in the dishwasher next to him in an orderly manner, set the time and turned on the switch.

He lowered his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and his eyes fell on her fair and beautiful hands.

"In our family, women are never allowed to wash dishes."

The young doctor's tone was full of tenderness when he said this.

He just seemed to be talking about our female relatives.

Aning raised her eyes to look at him. For a moment, she seemed to be in soft clouds, her head was so dizzy, it was so unreal.

Then he said calmly with a smile in his eyes: "That's why the dishwasher comes in handy."

The whole paragraph was overwhelmed by his words. Aning was speechless and muttered in a low voice: "Then this dishwasher is really good."