Yuanjia Road is narrow

Qian Yan stared at him for a long time, and finally said bitterly: "I'll cook."

Shen Yingxun raised his eyebrows: "Can you still move?"

Qian Yan took a deep breath, resisting the urge to grab the desk lamp and smash it directly at the person in front of him.

Shen Yingxun suppressed a smile: "Let me go."

Sitting alone on the bed in the room for a while, Qian Yan lifted the quilt and got up, followed the scent and walked towards the kitchen step by step.

In the kitchen, the man was chopping vegetables with his head down. His movements were skillful and his expression was focused. His bangs slightly covered his downcast eyes. The orange light cast a warm halo on him, which was different from the usual alienation and coldness. His expression looked very gentle.

Qian Yan felt a little dazed, rubbed his eyes again, walked forward uncertainly, and hugged Shen Yingxun's waist tightly.

Obviously not long ago the two merged into one, but now he still couldn't wait to prove the existence of the other party.

Shen Yingxun paused for a while while holding the knife, and then continued his process in an orderly manner: "Go out and wait, it will be fine in a while."

Qian Yanwei let out a disappointment, let go of him and walked to the living room.

The temperature behind him suddenly lost, Shen Yingxun looked at his back, for some reason, suddenly had a strong urge to stop him.

Cursing to herself that this is the mentality of a young boy in love, Shen Yingxun moved his mouth and shouted: "Xiaoqian."

Qian Yan stopped, turned around with a bright smile, consciously and actively threw himself on him, and hugged him from behind.

Shen Yingxun seemed indifferent, and continued to cut his vegetables with a straight face, but the corners of his mouth raised an arc: "Little Qian, pass me the vegetables in the plastic bag over there."

While doing as he said, Qian Yan muttered sullenly: "When you use your body, you are still called Yan, but when you use your body to do things, you become a small money."

What a discrimination.

Shen Yingxun's expression became a little complicated, and he even put down the knife in his hand.

Qian Yan, who was just joking casually, soon realized something was wrong, and looked up at him suspiciously.

The atmosphere spreading between the two suddenly became awkward.

After a while, Shen Yingxun coughed lightly: "Xiaoqian, stop making trouble."

Qian Yan stared at him blankly, with puzzled and lost eyes, opened his mouth, and quickly laughed again, "Mr. Shen, I'm in business."

"so?"

"So at least..." Qian Yan put on an aggrieved expression: "I have to shout a lot of money to make it auspicious."

Shen Yingxun couldn't help laughing: "How about calling him Laoqian?"

"Success," Qian Yan said with a smile, "Old Shen."

Shen Yingxun's heart skipped a beat.

It was just a joking call, but there was a hint of tenderness.

"Mr. Shen," Qian Yan pointed at him as if he had discovered some new land: "You are blushing!"

Shen Yingxun looked away unnaturally, thought for a while and then scolded: "He is such a big man, why is he not serious."

Qian Yan grinned and didn't answer, just rubbed his face, lowered his head, and suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

For some reason, he always feels that this person is so close to him, but there seems to be some distance between him and him, which is difficult to cross.

Thinking about it, he sighed slightly.

The hair brushed against the cheek, and there was a slightly itchy touch.Shen Yingxun's ears were still burning from what he said just now, and he asked out of trouble, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," Qian Yan replied generously, with a serious expression: "It would be great if everyone's value could be quantified like a commodity."

The conversation turned sharply, and Shen Yingxun suddenly felt like the sun was coming out from the west.

Just as he was wondering why the other party had such thinking, he heard Qian Yan continue proudly: "In this way, I can save money and buy you completely."

As long as you buy it, it will be yours forever.

Shen Yingxun's face was gloomy and gloomy, and he raised the kitchen knife in his hand: "Go out."

The cell phone in the living room rang just in time, Qian Yan yelled murdering her husband, and then rushed out.

Shen Yingxun looked at the knife in his hand with a sullen face, couldn't help laughing again, shook his head and continued to work.

Although Qian Yan always deserves a beating when he smiles hippiely, he is still happy to see... the other party's dishonest appearance.

It's better than the forced smiles of the previous days.

The kitchen door was knocked twice again. After answering the phone, Qian Yan stood at the door, hesitating: "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yingxun put the dishes into the pot, "What?"

"Liang Xu, he..." Qian Yancai said three words and Shen Yingxun immediately understood, and shook the spatula in his hand unhurriedly: "Hou Qian called?"

Qian Yan hummed.

"Hou Qian cares about your cousin?"

Qian Yan hummed again.

"Liang Xu is not in the same department as him, his qualifications are not too good, and his personality is not active. Why does Hou Qian treat him differently?"

Qian Yan smiled reluctantly: "Probably because of fate."

"Is it because of fate or because," Shen Yingxun turned off the switch of the stove, "Liang Xu looks like an old acquaintance?"

Qian Yan opened his mouth: "You can see it?"

Shen Yingxun rubbed his forehead: "As long as you have eyes, who can't see it?"

That day in the hospital, he had already seen Hou Qian's abnormality clearly. In addition, Liang Xu's abnormal behavior later on was so similar that it was hard to hide it. As long as he was a little careful, he would be able to detect the entanglement between the two.

Qian Yan smiled awkwardly: "I have already seen that they are wrong, I didn't expect it to be so obvious."

"There are no secrets in this world," Shen Yingxun said slowly, "You give Liang Xu a call and ask him to go back to work after he thinks it through. As for Hou Qian..."

He blinked narrowly: "I suggest that your cousin stay away from him."

Qian Yan shook his head disapprovingly: "Master Hou is not like that kind of person, he is really nice to Liang Xu."

"When people are lonely, they always want to find comfort. People like Hou Qian, who seem to be out of shape, are actually quite reasonable." Shen Yingxun walked around him with the food and put it on the coffee table: "The only one who suffers in the end will be It's your stupid brother. Treat him well, but don't care, what's the use?"

He said it lightly, but Qian Yan's heart sank when he heard it, and suddenly realized the reason for his uneasiness in the past two days, and stared at him motionlessly.

"Why are you in a daze?" Shen Yingxun said impatiently, "Open your mouth."

Before Qian Yan came back to his senses, he followed his words in a daze.

A dish with chopsticks was accurately stuffed into his mouth.

"How about it?"

Qian Yan chewed it twice, then nodded blankly.

Shen Yingxun coughed unpleasantly because of this perfunctory.

It was only then that Qian Yan came to his senses. As soon as his sense of taste recovered, his facial expression suddenly became a little distorted.

Shen Yingxun, who has always been confident in his craft, was greatly frustrated: "So bad?"

"That..." Qian Yan swallowed hard, before saying, "It's hot."

"..."