tease you willingly

Back at the rental house, An Lun's tall figure flashed by.

"What are you doing?" Channing said, throwing the backpack on the sofa.

"Cook." An Lun's voice floated out of the kitchen.

Damn, he can cook, Qian Ning walked into the kitchen with a hundred disbeliefs.

Boiling water was gurgling in the pot on the induction cooker, and An Lun was looking at the quick-frozen dumplings beside him in a daze.

Qian Ning washed his hands and asked with a smile, "Where is the induction cooker?"

"bought."

Channing dried his hands, poured the dumplings into the pot, and stirred them with a long-handled spoon.

"Where did you get the dumplings?"

An Lun looked at the dumplings spinning in the pot, and answered unhurriedly: They are in the refrigerator.

Channing stopped talking, and the water boiled several times.

"Have you bought a colander?" Channing turned around and asked.

"What colander?"

Qian Ning shook his head, turned off the fire, first scooped two bowls of soup with a bowl and put it aside, then cleaned the first layer of cage on the new pot, put it on the vegetable sink, picked up the pot and poured it on top.

The dumpling soup quickly leaked down the drawer and sank for a moment, before Qianning picked up the drawer and divided them into plates.

"Take it here." Qian Ning handed the plate to An Lun who was dazed.

An Lun took it in his hand, put it down again, and said, as if embarrassed, "There is this." A plate of cracked eggs was brought out by An Lun from the corner.

"Did you cook it?" Channing looked at the eggs and laughed.

"Throw it away." An Lun was provoked by Channing's smile.

After taking the egg, Qian Ning held back his smile and said, "Wait, I'll process it for you."

When Channing brought out a plate of white and yellow things, a smile appeared on An Lun's calm face.

The hard-boiled eggs are cut into equal-sized pieces and covered with a layer of oily sauce.This is clearly an exquisite cold fight, without the embarrassment of bursting just now.

"Salad?" An Lun first took a piece and put it in his mouth.

"How can you be so particular, you don't even have decent dishes, just peel an apple and add it in, let's make do with it." Qian Ning smiled helplessly.

An Lun got up and went into the kitchen.

"Hey, even if it tastes bad, you wouldn't be like this." Qian Ning thought that An Lun was going to vomit, so he cursed loudly.

An Lun shook the spoon in his hand, scooped a spoonful of eggs and apples into his mouth.

Channing pushed the plate to the opposite side, "It's all for you."

Looking at the plate, An Lun raised his head and asked softly, "Do you dislike my boiled eggs?"

"It's really not that good, but..." Qian Ning still nodded slightly. This was the first time in his life that a person who couldn't cook sincerely cooked a meal for himself, but he couldn't say anything.

An Lun put down the spoon, "It shouldn't crack next time, I checked online, it shouldn't be cooked for so long."

Qian Ning shook the dumplings and asked, "Are you used to eating dumplings?"

"Yes." An Lun replied.

"What do you usually like to eat?" Qian Ning shook his head, "It's definitely not dumplings."

"What do you like to eat?" An Lun replied, "Today's is very good, I like it."

"What's so good about quick-frozen ones? I'll wrap them for you someday. It's absolutely delicious." Chan Ning showed off with a proud expression.

"Tomorrow." An Lun said and put down the spoon in his hand.

Qian Ning shook his head, "No, I don't have the time or the mood."

An Lun poured the dumplings on his plate to Qian Ning, and pushed the dumpling soup in front of him. He really couldn't drink the oily soup.

"Drink some, it's good for your stomach." Qian Ning pushed back again.

An Lun nodded, changed his disgusted expression, and drank it slowly.

"Go wash the dishes, will you?" Qian Ning asked intentionally. It was just for fun, and he could guess with his toes that he wouldn't.

With his eyes closed, Channing heard the sound of footsteps, then the sound of scrubbing, and then the pleasant cracking sound...

"Come on, young master, please go back." Qian Ning looked at the broken plate on the ground and frowned helplessly. This trash, if he can't, he just says no, and he wasted another plate.

"It's slippery." An Lun explained, shaking off the water on his hand.

After tidying up the battlefield-like kitchen, Channing sat opposite An Lun.

"Which family are you the young master?" Qian Ning thought that he could always get some information out of it.

An Lun shook his head and quickly changed the subject, "Going out for a walk?"

"I'm tired, I don't want to go downstairs, you go." Channing said and turned on the computer, "I'll look for a suitable job."

An Lun went downstairs by himself. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Chan Ning stood up and muttered, "Don't you have a key?"

The people outside the door made Qian Ning freeze in place for a moment.

"You are?" Qian Ning looked at the well-dressed girl in front of him and asked suspiciously.

"I want to talk to you." The girl nodded politely.

Channing walked out, stood not far from the girl, and asked, "Are you talking to me? What's the matter?"

"Can I go in?" The girl pointed to the door.

Qian Ning shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, if you have something to say, let's talk about it here."

The girl smiled, "Mr. Qian, please tell An Lun that I'm here."

"Tell An Lun? Who are you?" Chan Ning asked rudely.

"Please tell me, thank you." The girl said, turned and went downstairs.

Looking at the rapidly disappearing figure, Qian Ning was startled. Damn, the silent and fast figure is like a ghost.

The sensor lights in the corridor went out, darkness enveloped the surroundings, and Channing stood leaning against the wall in a daze.

"Why are you standing here?" An Lun's voice woke up Channing who was distracted.

"Oh, someone is looking for you." Channing quickly stood away from the wall, "Girl, tall, with long hair."

An Lun's hand that reached the door stopped suddenly.

"She asked me to tell you that she's coming." Channing finished speaking and opened the door and walked in.

An Lun walked slowly, and it took him a long time to sit on the sofa.

"Who is she?" Qian Ning still couldn't help asking.

An Lun stared into Channing's eyes and said softly, "Follow me."

"Where are you going?" Qian Ning asked a series of questions.

"Don't ask so many questions." An Lun's tone seemed urgent.

"An Lun, what are you hiding from me?" As soon as the words came out, Qian Ning smiled wryly, "You haven't told me anything about yourself, so why hide it?"

"I'll tell you, come with me." An Lun grabbed Channing's hand.

Qian Ning freed his wrist and said with a smile, "Why am I leaving? What are you doing?"

An Lun stopped talking, and let go of his clenched fist. He grabbed his ear with his right hand, and stretched out his hand in front of Channing.

"You can wear this on your body and wait for me to come back, no matter how long, is that okay?" An Lun took Chan Ning's hand with his left hand, and put what he was holding in his right hand on Chan Ning's hand.

"What?" Qian Ning asked in bewilderment looking at the flesh-colored object that looked like rice grains.

It was the first time for Channing to feel An Lun's body temperature. His hand was very cold, much lower than normal body temperature.It was the first time he was held tightly by someone like this, and Qian Ning opened his mouth wide to curse but couldn't.

"And this." An Lun put a card in Channing's hand, "Take it."

"No." Channing pushed the card to An Lun, "Can't you tell me why?"

An Lun stuffed the card back to Channing, "I have something to settle."

Channing understood, "Then go."

"You..." An Lun hesitated to speak.

Qian Ning cursed, "What do you want to say?"

"I..." An Lun still didn't say it, "I'm leaving."

Channing grabbed An Lun's hand, "You...I mean, how long are you going?"

An Lun shook his head to express his ignorance.

"Is there any danger?" Channing was more convinced of the bad feeling.

An Lun looked at Chan Ning, who was slurring his speech because of worry, and smiled slightly upwards, "Don't worry."

Qian Ning let go of An Lun's hand, his heart beat faster unconsciously, and a cough hit him, and he turned around clutching his chest.

"Sit down." An Lun supported Channing's shoulders and sat on the sofa.

"It's okay, you can go." Channing stopped coughing, panting heavily, and waved to An Lun.

An Lun closed his eyes hard, stood up, "Wait here for me, don't go anywhere." After taking two steps, he looked back at Channing.

Channing smiled and waved his hands, "Well, good."

An Lun opened the door, and the moment he walked out, he turned around and looked back at Channing.

"I'm fine." Qian Ning stood up with a bright smile on his face, "Be careful."

An Lun who nodded gently closed the door, leaving the terrified Channing motionless.

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