like drinking ice

For a moment, I thought Zheng Ao would be angry.

But he didn't.

If it was Li Xiu, Luo Xi would have already been punched twice by this time.But he is Zheng Ao, and like his father, he is born with a high emotional intelligence, and he knows that whoever strikes first will be wronged first, not to mention that he can't do anything to Luo Xi when I'm here, when I'm not around, there will be plenty of opportunities.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death." As if there was just a peaceful conversation, he walked to the sofa carelessly, sat down, and looked at me peacefully.

I used to be ignorant and incomprehensible when I was young, but then I gradually realized that he and Li Xiu are actually the same kind of people. They are not lacking in the soft and kind part of their bones, but that part will not be given to others casually.Because of their family background, they are born to be a high-ranking group of people, and they will not be kind and friendly to everyone like a "good person" in the true sense.

Li Xiu is so fierce, he is so cynical but cold-hearted, both are essentially the same indifference, only in different ways of expression.

But it was me who was really hopeless.

Because, even knowing this, I still have no way not to like him.

Luo Xi bought a lot of things, although most of them are Western-style ingredients, but it is enough to make a bowl of seafood porridge, because it is still morning, and I also fried two eggs.Luo Xi is cleaning in the kitchen. He probably also likes plants. He went out to buy vegetables and bought a pot of rosemary, which was placed on the bedside of the kitchen, next to the cups of ugly garlic sprouts I raised.

"Aren't you going back to school today?" In the small kitchen, the two inevitably passed each other. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so I could only find a topic to talk about.

He saw my embarrassment.

"I'll go back after watering the flowers." He pointed to the pot of rosemary on the window sill: "The florist said watering once a day is enough."

"Okay, I'll remember."

I have never grown flowers, not only because I have no time to go to the flower shop, but also because I am afraid that when I stay in the office to work overtime, I forget the plants at home.

He tidied up, washed his hands, went to the bedroom to get his coat, and I followed.

"Zheng Ao, he has a bad temper." I reminded him in a low voice: "He may make things difficult for you in the future, just ignore him."

Luo Xi smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I know," he said.

After sending him out of the door, I realized that I don't have his phone number.

If you've ever been with me, you know that I'm not a very funny person, and I can't even understand a simple joke.What's more, today's experience was not pleasant, and he probably won't come again in the future.

"Xiao Lang, is the porridge ready..." Zheng Ao lay on the sofa with his head on his pillow, and called me in a drawn-out tone.

I ran over quickly.

"It will take a while, the porridge is still boiling." I habitually wiped my hands on the hem of my clothes, only to realize that I was not wearing an apron.

"I know." Zheng Ao smiled at me with the corners of his lips curled up, his deep amber eyes were like a pool of water: "I just don't want you to send him out."

Two people sat at the dining table, he drank porridge, and I drank water.

Although his father is smart, he is also playful. When he was a child, he spent more time with his grandmother.So every move is in accordance with etiquette, in fact, as long as there is no conflict of interest, he will definitely be the most elegant young man you have ever seen.

"By the way, do you want juice?" I watched him take a sip of milk unhurriedly, and suddenly remembered that there was still juice in the refrigerator.

"Who squeezed it?" He raised his eyes to look at me, knew the answer without me answering, and immediately snorted: "Don't drink."

I looked at him helplessly.

He drank two mouthfuls of the porridge, crushed the shrimp in the porridge with a spoon, and said angrily, "It's no big deal if you know how to squeeze juice, I can squeeze it too."

I laughed.

"If you want to learn to cook, you will learn it quickly." I praised him.

He snorted, accepting my praise.

"Shakira has returned to China." After drinking porridge for a while, he said suddenly.

"Oh, good." I don't understand why he said that suddenly, probably because nothing worth mentioning has happened recently, or maybe there is a new person around, so let me give you an advance notice.

To this day, I don't have any extra thoughts because of the changes in the people around him. Anyway, it won't be mine. So, what's the difference between Shakira's or Tiffany's?Just as long as he likes it.

As for the last possibility of his saying this, I don't want to think about it.

That's the end of every crush.

It's called: He knows I like him.

After drinking a bowl of porridge for more than ten minutes, he was probably not very hungry. He played with the vegetable salad I mixed for him with a spoon. Book.Judging by his appearance, it seems that he is still resentful of Luo Xi's appearance here. If I don't find something to say, he won't say it.

"By the way, do you know that there is a profession called programmer?" I asked him.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows: "The ape of the ape?"

I didn't expect him to know the joke and didn't know how to answer it.

He buried his head in the salad: "It's not funny at all."

I can actually understand that after he finished his work, he went to play with He Lianshan and the others.In fact, it's not fun here, I don't have the habit of playing, and the extra time is only used for work and cleaning.He came, and I don't know how to entertain him other than cooking for him. Apart from the professional field, the best thing I do is cooking, and I won't tell a joke.And his world is too wonderful, even if it is the best I can give, it is not worth mentioning in that world.

Fortunately, he didn't know whether he was really tired or just settled with me, and he didn't pick anything. He lay on the sofa for a while, yelling that he was bored, and asked me to play with him.I actually quite admire him, he is 19 years old and can still say the five words "Come and play with me" so confidently.

He saw that it was sunny outside and wanted to bask in the sun. I mopped the tiled floor on the balcony clean, wiped it again with a towel, and then spread the mat on the floor. It was obviously a narrow balcony in an old residential area. He lay there, sideways With one leg bent, facing the tall maple trees and the sun outside, it feels as comfortable as lying on the beach of the Maldives.I hugged the pillow for him to lean on, but he didn't want it, he wanted to lean on me, so I had to move the book to the balcony to read, and sat against the wall, letting him rest his head on my lap.

After reading a chapter, he had already changed his posture, lying on his back, with one leg bent, and the other leg crossed up on top of it, swaying and humming comfortably.The sun shines through the cracks of the maple trees, and spots fall on his face. His skin is as smooth as jade, his eyes are half-closed, and his amber pupils are as clear as gems under the sun.

"You look like a cat..." I said with emotion, only those animals that usually make people feel very distant, when they lie in the sun and expose their belly, will make people's hearts soften.

He listened to me and turned over.

"What's the matter?" I didn't understand what he was going to do, and I reached out to get him a water glass: "Do you want to drink water..."

My words stopped abruptly as he leaned over, brought his head to my face, and rubbed it.

The soft hair brushed against my forehead, and I smelled the forest-like fragrance on his body, and what touched my cheek was the tip of his nose and lips.

He looked at me from such a close distance, and then laughed, his eyes were like the ocean under the sun, and my soul was like a flying flag planted on the bow of the boat, as if it would leave the body in the next second, throw it into In that deep ocean.

"That's how cats rub," he said.