Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

"I have started to sympathize with A Yao's kid. After all, you still don't like him enough." Ji Jinchen pointed out sharply, "You don't want to be responsible."

Qing'er was choked and couldn't help but argue: "Don't talk about me, A Yao can't like me too much! He has lived with me for more than half a month. With such a little time, it can develop What life-long feelings?"

Ji Jinchen laughed: "Do you think he started to like you just a few days ago?"

"Otherwise!" Qinger replied sternly, "We haven't seen each other for almost six years, okay! The last time I saw him, he was still a kid."

"Then I can only say that your understanding of men or boys is too shallow." Ji Jinchen snorted.

"Aren't you a man?"

"What you learned is me as a brother, not me as a man." He said calmly.

Qinger was speechless.

"But it's too late to say anything now, and you have rejected him." Ji Jinchen smiled, "Or, you regret it and plan to chase him back?"

"No..."

"Or, I asked Aunt Xiu to send someone to you to take care of your meals?" he kindly suggested.

Knowing that his own brother couldn't see it, Qing'er couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, I can do it myself! Bye!"

After ending the call, Qinger's mood was still depressed.

She sat on the carpet for a long time, and finally decided to get something for herself. Speaking, for most of the past month, because A Yao was here, she hadn't even been in the kitchen for a long time, and she didn't know what ingredients remained in the refrigerator.

However, when standing in front of the refrigerator, he froze.

A small note was posted on the door: supper is ready, in the refrigerator, take it out and put it in the microwave to warm it up to eat.

In such a simple sentence, there is no payment, nor any expression for expressing emotions. But Qing'er felt that somewhere in the heart was like being hit hard, and that sudden sourness and tenderness made her eyes warm.

This stupid boy...

She bit her lip hard, trying to restrain the tumbling emotions in her heart, but the soreness in her heart continued to spread, and Qinger suddenly felt her throat tighten.

When she opened the refrigerator and saw the dishes, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of mood this kid prepared for her dinner...

In accordance with the instructions on the note, she put a few dishes on the table. During the meal, she received a text message from A Yao. There was only one address, and there were no extra words.

Humph.

Qinger put down the chopsticks and replied: Yes, I will go to see you when I have time.

About half a minute later, A Yao returned a message: No need. [smile]

Qing'er was angry again! What's not necessary, is this kid really planning to stay away from her old death? That being the case, why did he babble her dinner before leaving? Is she sending this meal?

Qing'er grudged a piece of braised pork ribs and sent it to the mouth.

For Qinger this day, the ups and downs were not enough to describe, so that she had insomnia that night.

So, when she was working in the laboratory the next day, her sleepy tears came out.

Susan slapped it on her shoulder. Hey hey smiled very cynically: "Did our Arthur kid last night be very hard? See you didn't sleep well."