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Meng Yixing's back turned cold, trembling with anger: "You are crazy! I don't want to, you want to imprison me?"

Nan Yizui looked at him: "I just want to be with you. It's fine for a week, just stay here."

Meng Yixing glared at him angrily: "Open the door!"

Unmoved by Nan Yizui, he walked over.

Meng Yixing's eyes widened suddenly, and his mobile phone fell into Nan Yizui's hands before he could react.

When Nan Yi got drunk, he got the phone and said nonchalantly, "Stay here for a week."

Meng Yixing looked at Nan Yizui's eyes and felt a little nervous. He was serious.He really intended to keep him here.

Meng Yixing's face was a little pale. At this moment, he suddenly remembered a dream he had once had.

In the dream, Nan Yizui locked him here.

Nan Yizui hid his phone, and when he came out, he saw Meng Yixing still standing in his original position, his face pale after experiencing some kind of nightmare.

He was startled and walked over.

He stretched out his hand to him, and asked him what's wrong in a gentle voice?

Before he finished speaking, Meng Yixing opened his outstretched hand.

"Crack" and "Don't touch me!" sounded in the room at the same time.

Nan Yizui looked at his red hand, and felt that he had been slapped in the face for a moment.

He raised his head suddenly, and Meng Yixing's eyes turned red with panic and anger.

Nan Yi was stupefied for a moment when he was drunk, and asked softly with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Meng Yixing bit his lip and looked at him warily: "Are you going to imprison me forever?"

Nan Yizui restrained his smile: "You have put a lot of thought into this house, I want you to live here for a week."

Meng Yixing's chest rose and fell rapidly. He walked over, grabbed Nan Yizui by the collar and said angrily, "Who wants to live in your house! Open the door!"

Nan Yizui's collar was wrinkled, and he looked down at Meng Yixing without blinking.

Meng Yixing was extremely irritable.

He pushed Nan Yizui away violently, searched around, but found no remote control phone or anything like that.

He was very decadent, sitting on the sofa.

Nan Yizui's eyes were a little dark, but he soon woke up again.

When he came over, Meng Yixing heard footsteps and looked at him vigilantly. Nan Yizui was a little sad, but he still said nonchalantly, "Are you going to cook?"

Meng Yixing looked at him warily and didn't speak.

Nan Yizui looked a little disappointed.He somewhat missed Meng Yixing's busy figure cooking for him.He sighed, and after a while, he said again: "This time, let me make it for you. What do you want to eat?"

Meng Yixing said coldly, "Do you think I have an appetite?"

Nan Yizui pursed his lips and said, "There will be. I'm pretty good at cooking."

Meng Yixing frowned as Nan Yizui walked in.

When no one was in front of his eyes, Meng Yixing stood up suddenly from the sofa and walked quickly to the window.

He was a little impatient and tried to open the windows one by one.

Neither can be opened.All windows with remote controls.

He kicked the floor-to-ceiling window angrily and made a bang.

He was like a trapped animal rummaging around the house for the existence of the remote control.

He glanced at the stool one last time, and for the first time in his life had violent thoughts.

He picked up the stool and threw it at the French window.

Instead of doing harm to the French windows, the stool irritated the alarm in the room.

Meng Yixing was stunned in place.

The sound of the alarm made him even more restless.

He glanced at the stool angrily, and then at the French windows.

The alarm sounded for a while, then went off.

Nan Yizui came out wearing an apron and carrying vegetable soup.

He didn't seem to hear the harsh siren, and he couldn't see the rummaged living room, and he didn't even glance at the crooked stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He didn't take a second look at the vigilance and panic in Meng Yixing's eyes, he skillfully scooped up a bowl of soup.

After scooping up the soup, he looked up at Meng Yixing, like a kitten who had just arrived at his new home and was wary of him, and coaxed: "I remember you like seaweed egg drop soup very much, come and try it How am I doing?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay long to stimulate him.

He walked steadily back to the kitchen to prepare his dishes.

After Meng Yixing left him, he came back one night. He put down his briefcase and stood in the deserted home for a while, feeling tired and hungry after work.If Meng Yixing was still there, the kitchen would be the busiest place in the house at this time, and soon there would be delicious home-cooked dishes freshly cooked.

He was silent in the air for a while, he didn't call anyone over to cook.He walked to the kitchen where the smoke was the heaviest.He opened the refrigerator and picked out beef and bitter melon.Then he turned on his phone and glanced at the cooking steps.

Pulled out a new apron from the closet.

The scene of Meng Yixing cooking in the kitchen was playing in his mind.When Meng Yixing was still there, he would occasionally help out, and the scene he remembered was clearer than he imagined.

He imitated Meng Yixing in his memory, washing the meat, washing the bitter gourd, cutting the meat and marinating it with seasonings, then cutting the bitter gourd, adding salt and grasping it with his hands, and cleaning it again... After preparing everything, wash the pot and add oil , add ginger slices, then beef......

He tasted the results of his first cooking, and it was a bit like what Meng Yixing cooked in his memory, and the taste was not bad.

Nan Yizui tasted a few sips, and looked at the opposite place where no one was doing it, his eyes were a little dark.

Nan Yizui also fried bitter gourd with beef this time. Besides that, he also fried a plate of shiny green cauliflower.

The dishes came to the table one after another, Nan Yizui untied his apron.

After a round of venting, Meng Yixing sat aside with an ugly face.

"I know you are angry, no matter how angry you are, don't embarrass your stomach. Come and eat." Nan Yizui said to him.

Meng Yixing was silent for a while, then he walked over, pulled a random chair and sat down without facing Nan Yizui.

Nan Yizui filled a bowl of rice and handed it to him.

Meng Yixing took a sip of the soup, then took a piece of meat with chopsticks, chewed it, paused to look at Nan Yizui, and continued to lower his head under his expectant eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nan Yizui continued, "How is it?"

Meng Yixing didn't speak, he picked up another piece of meat.

Nan Yizui smiled, feeling a little better.

After Nan Yizui stopped talking, the only sound at the dinner table was their eating.

After the meal, Nan Yizui took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

Meng Yi walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the sky that was about to darken, his eyes were gloomy.

After Nan Yizui cleaned up the kitchen, he came out to see Meng Yixing.

He froze for a moment, stood where he was, and looked at him.

When Meng Yixing saw that it was completely dark, he turned around, saw Nan Yizui, and looked at him warily.

Nan Yizui smiled and said, "Do you want to see the room where you will sleep tonight?"

Meng Yixing froze, and he pursed his lips and stared at him.

"Or do you want to see my room?"

Meng Yixing said coldly, "Lead the way, the room where you are not in will be fine."

Nan Yizui's eyes darkened, and he made a gesture of invitation.

Meng Yixing distanced himself from him and followed behind.

Nan Yizui opened the door of a room, and Meng Yixing followed him in.

After a glance, he didn't feel like a guest room, but rather a master room.He turned his head and was about to leave, but Nan Yizui was leaning against the door, and if he wanted to go out, he had to pass him.

Meng Yixing frowned: "This is your room."

Nan Yizui shook his head: "He is not my room."

Meng Yixing said in a bad tone, "I don't want this room."

Nan Yizui smiled meaningfully: "Yixing, I'm not in this room tonight, are you sure you want to walk out of this door and go to another room?"

Meng Yixing frowned, walked over, and said coldly, "Then get lost."

Nan Yizui said softly: "Good night." After finishing speaking, he took a step back.

Meng Yixing slammed the door shut and locked it.

Meng Yixing frowned as he looked at the room where someone had obviously lived in.

However, as long as you don't see Nan Yizui, his room is not so difficult to accept.

He sat on the bed a little irritatedly, and smelled the smell that belonged to the outsider.

He was a little irritable, and finally took out a new set of quilt covers from the cabinet, and changed them by hand.After changing, he dug out a set of what looked like new pajamas from the cabinet.

After he showered, he glanced at it as he was getting dressed, and it was his size.

He got it out, looked through the closet, and found that the size of clothes he was wearing accounted for most of the half.

Meng Yixing closed the wardrobe impatiently.

He wondered a little weakly, why did it become like this.

Thinking of the culprit, Meng Yixing became angry, this bastard, madman!

Meng Yixing lay on the bed with his head up, the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by anxiety.