Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

Wei Xi originally walked to the supermarket, and took He Qing's car on the way back.

"Thank you, Mr. He."

"Don't be so polite, Xixi, you can call me He Qing." Seeing that Wei Xi had no intention of responding, He Qing was not embarrassed: "Xixi, I will help you send your things home first."

He Qing came to Wei Xi's house for the second time and helped her take out her things and put them in a designated place.

"Okay Xixi, I'm leaving."

Wei Xi responded, struggling for a while between the two options of going or not, but stopped He Qing before he opened the door, and pinched her palms quietly with her hands hanging on both sides: "Mr. He, I, I want to ask you, does what you just said about going to your house for dinner still count?"

He Qing suppressed the urge to hug the beautiful woman in front of him and whispered softly, "Of course it counts."

"Really?" Wei Xi raised her eyes: "Then Mr. He, I'll go over later."

Wei Xi was actually still on guard against He Qing. After all, she still vividly remembered how he covered her mouth and nose and brought her back to the villa.

He Qing also understood what she meant instantly, pretending not to know, just thinking that Wei Xi had something else to do: "No problem, I'll go back and prepare first."

Noticing that Wei Xi was obviously relieved, He Qing thought to himself, Wei Xi is such a naive girl. If he really wants to lock Wei Xi up again, he has plenty of ways to do it.

She was totally undefendable.

Little did he know that Wei Xi, whom He Qing thought was his prey, also regarded him as her prey.

"Xixi, add your contact information so you can tell me before you come over." He Qing handed the QR code to her.

Wei Xi didn't think much about it, took out her phone, scanned the QR code and added He Qing as a friend.

After returning to his new home, He Qing looked at Wei Xi's circle of friends, clicked "like" on every post she shared about her life, and then went to the kitchen with the purchased ingredients to cook.

Wei Xi finished the finishing work on the design draft she was drawing, and left home when she saw that it was almost time. After a few steps, she arrived at the door of He Qing's house.

After ringing the doorbell, He Qing, wearing a black apron, opened the door: "Xixi, you're here, come in quickly, go sit in the living room for a while, and the last soup will be ready soon."

Wei Xi was sitting in the living room, but her eyes involuntarily fell on He Qing, who was standing in front of the stove in the kitchen with his back to her.

Not long after, He Qing brought out the soup and asked Wei Xi to come and eat.

Looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, Wei Xi's eyes flashed with surprise, and she subconsciously asked, "Mr. He, did you make all these?"

"Yes, Xixi, try it and see if it tastes good." He Qing handed the soup to her.

"Thank you." Wei Xi took it and drank a sip of the soup with a spoon. The sweet taste in her mouth made her amazed by He Qing's cooking skills.

"How is it, Xixi?" The dishes He Qing cooked today were all to Wei Xi's taste.

Wei Xi had already finished half a bowl of soup: "It's delicious."

After finishing the meal, Wei Xi was about to clean up the dishes, but He Qing snatched them away.

Facing Wei Xi's puzzled look, He Qing explained in a gentle voice: "Xixi, detergent will hurt your hands, I can do it."

He Qing wouldn't let her do anything, so Wei Xi had no choice but to sit there and look at her phone. Only then did she realize that the property manager in charge of the area had called and sent her several messages.

The three members of the Zhao family actually came to Lanting Waterside, but they couldn't get in because they didn't have the temporary access card given by the owner to visitors.

After putting the dishes into the dishwasher in the kitchen, He Qing prepared her favorite fruits.

The two sat face to face, eating fruit and chatting. Wei Xi's way of addressing He Qing also changed from Mr. He to calling him brother.

After washing the dishes, He Qing put on his coat and sent Wei Xi home.

"Xixi, you're finally back. Your uncle has been waiting for you for a long time. You..." Father Zhao didn't know what to say when he saw He Qing next to Wei Xi.

It was only when Zhao's mother pushed Zhao's father that he finally responded: "Mr. He."

"What are you here for?"

When Zhao Yue'er saw He Qing step forward and protect Wei Xi behind him, a flash of jealousy flashed across her carefully dressed face.

"Uncle, aunt, is there anything I can do for you?" Wei Xi looked at the broad back blocking her way and felt inexplicably relieved.

However, this is a matter between her and the Zhao family, so she still has to solve it herself.

Wei Xi reached out and gently tugged at the corner of He Qing's clothes, and said softly: "Brother He Qing, it's okay, let me talk to them."

He Qing walked to the side, but his eyes were fixed on the three people from the Zhao family.