You and I will come to Japan for a long time

Wen Qian took Liu Xing home and put him in the guest room.

His attitude returned to the alienated and cold state, as if the hot kiss in the dormitory just now was just a dream of Liu Xing and never happened at all.

Liu Xing also knew how to look at people's faces, so he didn't play tricks anymore, he kept his own place and was much more diligent than before.

Although his hand was still hurt, he woke up early in the morning and made breakfast, waking Wen Qian up 10 minutes before going to work, urging him to wash his face and brush his teeth, and forcing him to eat breakfast.

Liu Xing is not very good at Chinese food. He used to make some dark dishes for Wen Qian to try. In just over a month, he has improved a lot.

At least it looks decent and interesting.

Liu Xing sat opposite Wen Qian, looking at Wen Qian expectantly.

Wen Qian looked at the bowl of millet porridge and a pancake fruit in front of him, automatically worried about Liu Xing's expectant eyes, and hesitated to move his chopsticks.

"You don't need to make such an expression. I have learned from professional chefs during this period of time. Although the taste is not as good as those chefs, it can still be eaten." Liu Xing's expression was a little hurt.

Anyway, Liu Xing got up early in the morning to make it for himself. Wen Qian forced himself to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of pancake fruit and put it in his mouth.

He was already prepared to be unpalatable, but when the taste of the food gradually diffused in his mouth, there was no torture to the taste buds as he remembered, but the delicious aroma of the food instead.

Wen Qian looked at Liu Xing with some joy: "Your technology has really improved a lot."

Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, with a smug expression on his face: "Of course, I have studied hard, and I just want to impress you when I cook for you next time."

Wen Qian smiled softly: "It seems that you have also worked hard."

Liu Xing smiled, and raised his head proudly: "Of course, as long as it is what I, Liu Xing, want to do, there is nothing I can't do." When he spoke, his eyes stared blankly at Wen Qian , silently adding the second half of the sentence in my heart: I will definitely get the person I want.

Wen Qian had breakfast and went to work.

Liu Xing had already handed his coat and briefcase to him: "Uncle Wen, you go home early at night, and I'll cook something delicious for you."

Wen Qian paused as he walked out, and looked back at Liu Xing.If Liu Xing replaced Uncle Wen with 'dear', it would be like a couple's daily life!

He coughed lightly and said, "Don't bother, your hands are still injured, so it's not easy to get wet. Wait for me to come back tonight and cook for you, or you can go out to eat."

Liu Xing smiled at him, a little silly, but also a little cute.

Wen Qian reached out and stroked his hair: "Be good at home, call me if you need something."

When Wen Qian arrived at the company, assistant Xiao Song followed Wen Qian's office.

"Mr. Wen, you ran away halfway last night, and we almost lost several potential customers."

"You also said that it was almost, didn't you still lose money?"

Xiao Song let out an exaggerated 'Huh', but he didn't dare to talk back to his boss.

"It's because of you that I feel safe and bold. I believe in your ability." Wen Qian comforted her a few words, and then began to talk about work.

Xiao Song reported his work schedule, and when he didn't have any free time in the afternoon, he tentatively asked him, "Would you like to invite one or two people who had a good conversation last night to meet for tea?" There's nothing wrong with that either.Anyway, Wen Qian is idle now.

"No need, I'm going home early in the afternoon." Liu Xing said that he was going to make dinner. The child was a little stubborn, afraid that if he really made dinner at home, what would happen if he hurt his hand again.

"Come back earlier? Accompany your girlfriend." Xiao Song asked tentatively.

"Not a girlfriend." Wen Qian replied vaguely.

His current relationship with Liu Xing is not really a boyfriend.

"Could it be the little brother who was taken away by you yesterday? Who is he? I think you guys have known each other before."

"We knew each other before," Wen Qian responded, his face suddenly changed, "but what does it have to do with you? If you continue to gossip like this, why don't you go directly to the entertainment company to take care of things."

"Don't do it!" Xiao Song hurriedly begged for mercy, "I made a mistake, I won't care about the gossip boss's private affairs anymore, I'll go out and do things now."

Like a little Song Fei, he slipped out of Wen Qian's office.

In the afternoon, Wen Qian got off work and went home early after finishing his get off work.

When he got home, he found that Liu Xing was not at home.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call him, but suddenly felt that he was being lenient like an old woman, so he had no choice but to put the phone away.

He has been in the imperial capital for so long, so he must have made many friends.It's no big deal to go out and play with friends without working.

He went upstairs to take a shower and change into clean clothes.Then he opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients were in it, he planned to get some casually, and when Liu Xing came home later, he could cook directly.

When his meal was almost finished, Liu Xing came back as expected.

He opened the door and came in, seeing that Wen Qian was busy in the kitchen, he was a little surprised: "Why did you come back so early today?"

"I came back with nothing to do." He glanced at Liu Xing and saw that he was carrying a big bag in his hand, "What is that in your hand?"

"It's all my clothes. It's cold recently and I don't have much clothes, so I went to the dormitory to get them." Liu Xing said, carrying his luggage back to the guest room.

Wen Qian didn't pay much attention to it, and just yelled at him: "After you put away the things, wash your hands and eat." He took out the prepared things one by one.

During the few days when Liu Xing lived in Wen Qian's house, he has been very peaceful.Do housework diligently, and won't be gentle and modest.

His hand soon healed almost, and the ten-day leave he had asked for in the store was almost gone.

That night, when Wen Qian came home from get off work, he saw that the gauze on Liu Xing's hand had been removed: "Extend your hand here."

Liu Xing clenched his fists: "What are you doing?"

"Tsk, if I tell you to stretch it out, you can stretch it out." Wen Qian frowned slightly.

Liu Xing had no choice but to stretch out his injured hand towards him.

Wen Qian took his hand and turned his palm upside down. The hand in the palm was almost healed, with only a small pink trace left.

Wen Qian delicately touched the wound with his fingertips, causing a slight itching.

Liu Xing smiled and wanted to retract his hand.Wen Qian held his hand even tighter, "Does it still hurt?"

Liu Xing shook his head quickly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It seems that it's really healed." Wen Qian said, let go of his hand, and said, "Your hand is almost healed, and the restaurant should go back to work, right?"

Liu Xing withdrew his hand abruptly, and lowered his head to face Wen Qian with the hair on the top of his head: "It's really time to go back to work. They should fire me after taking so long leave."

Wen Qian picked up chopsticks dishes for Liu Xing: "Go to bed early after eating, and go back to work tomorrow."

"Hmm." Liu Xing stuffed the rice into his mouth, wondering if he stuffed too much in his mouth, and even the answer was muffled and nasal.

Kind of like crying sad.