Rebirth of the last days will not fail you

An Nuo was still a little puzzled in the Chen family's old house, how could the young master who was avoiding him suddenly call him over.

But he still quickly took the keys and spare guns, put on his clothes and drove to the villa, leaving Lan Xuan, who claimed to be the future mistress of the Chen family, and Chen Qi's cousin Chen, who were still jealous and mocking in the old house. Zhe.

An Nuo didn't know this, he rushed to the villa as fast as he could, and then rushed in. Chen Qi's voice on the phone was a little anxious, and he was a little worried.

But as soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Qi sitting on the sofa. Although he hadn't seen him for one night, An Nuo felt that Chen Qi seemed to be a different person, as if exuding a fatal attraction to him. , and that sunny smile.

When Chen Qi saw An Nuo rushing into the villa with an anxious look on his face, he knew that the fool must be worried about himself, but soon he saw An Nuo's fair little face blushing, and he looked a little dazed, so he immediately reacted , this guy looked at himself dumbfounded!

Satisfied with his own charm, Chen Qi immediately stepped forward and hugged the dazed An Nuo, which shocked An Nuo a lot. When he was about to break free, he felt a heat in his ears, something wet of. . .

After reacting, An Nuo's face turned red, and his whole body seemed to be cooked. Chen Qixin didn't say much after seeing it, and directly pushed him onto the sofa, threw himself on the sofa, and kissed him fiercely.

Finally, when An Nuo was out of breath, Chen Qi let go of him, and looked at An Nuo's fair little face blushing, eyes slightly moist, a little confused, a little happy, and a little uncertain. look at yourself.

Chen Qi cleared his throat, suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and finally said bravely: "That... An Nuo, I... I like you..."

An Nuo felt that he should be dreaming, so Chen Qi saw An Nuo stand up, and then walked to the kitchen and said: "I seem to have not slept well and have auditory hallucinations, maybe I am dreaming, I will wash my face first , Master, wait."

Chen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was the first time he confessed so seriously that he was regarded as auditory hallucinations and dreams.Chen Qi unceremoniously carried him into the bedroom, threw him on the bed and pressed him on it: "Then experience it for yourself if it's a dream or not!"

On such a beautiful (foggy) morning, Annuo was eaten--!

In the afternoon, An Nuo finally woke up. Just as he was about to sit up, he felt as if his whole body had been crushed by a car. He was limp and powerless, and there was still pain somewhere, which made him instantly understand what happened.

To be honest, An Nuo still feels that he is dreaming. The young master who avoided him like a snake and scorpion yesterday actually confessed to himself today. ah. . .

Just as he was thinking wildly, he saw Chen Qi walking in with a glass of water and a bowl of suspiciously yellow and strange-smelling food that looked like porridge. Seeing that he woke up, he quickly put the things on the bedside table and helped An Nuo up: "Xiao Nuo, how are you doing?"

An Nuo looked at Chen Qi carefully, and his face blushed again: "No, young master, I'm fine..."

Chen Qi helped him sit up, and then put the water to his mouth: "Come on, drink the water first." Then he looked at the bowl of porridge and said with some embarrassment: "Well, I really didn't do well. The first time Do...how about I go and order a takeaway?"

An Nuo smiled, now he really believed that this was not a dream, and he could also imagine how the young master, who has always kept his fingers aloof, cooked this bowl of porridge in the kitchen.

Although the smell and taste were a bit strange, An Nuo felt that this was the best he had ever eaten.

Chen Qi planned to tell An Nuo what he had planned to do today, but Chen Qi planned to talk about it tomorrow, and the two of them had to get along well today.

Who knew, An Nuo who put down the bowl shrank into Chen Qi's arms, and then said in a positive tone: "Young Master, what happened. Don't try to hide it from me, you can't."

The author has something to say:

Um. . .My writing skills don't seem to be very good -- but I will try my best. . .Here I am very grateful to those little angels who insisted on enduring my writing!