Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

Wang Gangan's free hand shook a folding fan. Hearing Jian Fan's answer, the smile on his lips paused, and his eyes were a little surprised.

It is said that Jianfan likes to eat perverted. Spicy. It was originally Wang Gangan who thoughtfully straightened the simple and complicated. Last time Jianfan was about to break up because he accidentally said Shen Qinghuan.

Wang Qiangan still had a certain temperament in his heart.

That's why I was thinking about talking about it, making Jian Fan a hard time and making a ugly face. Who knows, Jian Fan really wanted to match Shen Qinghuan's taste, so she didn't say anything.

Wang Gangan knows the amount of spicy food Jian Fan eats, and a little bit of it will make his stomach hurt.

He just wanted to make a joke, and didn't really want to make Jianfan any better.

Wang Qiangan cleared his throat and thought about finding an excuse to nourish Jian Fan's stomach.

But before he spoke, Shen Qinghuan spoke first.

"Jian Fan, here, I adjusted it for you, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Shen Qinghuan pushed a bowl of dipping saucer covered with crushed red millet peppers and pushed it in front of Jian Fan.

Although it is not specially arranged, it can be seen that there are sesame oil, oil consumption, chili oil, sesame, green and red peppers in it.

This is a bowl of spicy dipping sauce with enough ingredients.

Wang Qiangan likes it very much.

It was for Jianfan's stomach aches.

But Wang Gangan just wanted to find an excuse to let Jian Fan taste a new taste, and replaced the spicy dipping sauce Jian Fan with a bowl of sesame sauce.

Seeing Jianfan gently mixing Shen Qinghuan's dipping sauce with chopsticks, the corners of the cold lips seemed to have an upward curve.

"Hey."

Wang Qiangan has been with Jian Fan for many years, whether he is true or false, he can distinguish clearly.

Jian Fan actually felt that the dipping sauce Shen Qinghuan made for him suits his taste.

This is not blinding my eyes for love, it is simply brainwashing love.

As soon as Wang Qian's thoughts passed, he was taken aback for a while, raised his eyes and paused for a moment on Shen Qinghuan's calm face.

Shen Qinghuan is very good-looking, there is no doubt about it.

But Wang Gangan has seen many beautiful girls, and there are more beautiful girls who like simple and complex.

The beauty of appearance cannot attract simple and traditional.

There must be something very special about Shen Qinghuan.

After all, the word "love" is difficult and precious for Jian Fan.

Wang Qiangan seemed to think of something, his eyes fell on the sleeves of the simple and complicated suit, and the eye-catching Dharma buttons appeared brightly under Wang Qiangan's eyes. His eyes flashed lightly.

When hot pot is in progress.

In order to thank Jian Fan, Shen Qinghuan has been giving Jian Fan an extra enthusiasm for this hot pot meal.

What spicy beef, pickled pepper meat rolls, spicy pansa fish fillets...

Which one is spicy, give it to Jian and Fan.

Shen Qinghuan felt that Jian Fan should be very satisfied.

After all, what she gave him, he ate cleanly.

He just didn't speak much, but Jian Fan didn't speak much at ordinary times, and Shen Qinghuan didn't notice any problems for a while.

Wang Gangan, who was opposite Jian Fan, became more and more frightened as he watched. He placed a large bottle of spicy soy milk next to Jian Fan.

Three bottles have now been changed.

Shen Qinghuan had never drunk Jian Fan before, especially fond of soy milk, which made her greedy and drank three bottles.

Wang Gangan thought about the soy milk inventory at home, Junxiu's face wrinkled.

Distressed!

You must know that these soy milk were all air-shipped by him from the land of Shu. The authentic flavor is not available here.

His private house is on the side of the drama group, and the express delivery is not very accessible. It would take a week to wait until the next wave of inventory.

Thinking of not having soy milk with hot pot for a week, Wang Gangan seemed to feel the despair of the gourmet basin.

However, at the moment, whether he can eat well is not the most important thing. The most important thing is...

Wang Qiangan glanced at the thin layer of sweat on Jian Fan's forehead, got up quickly, found a reason to go out.

He is going to buy medicine for Jian Fan.

Stomach pain can be big or small, and he can't let Jian Fan do anything good or bad with him.

When Wang Gangan left, there were only two people, Shen Qinghuan and Jian Fan, in the room filled with the smell of hot pot.

Jian Fan's food was a little hot, and his suit jacket was already taken off by him.

However, it looked very serious, at least Jianfan was a little uncomfortable between raising his hands and feet.

Shen Qinghuan, who was next to her, noticed that she took the action of picking up vegetables, thought about it, and put down the chopsticks.

Wang Gangan is a native of Shu, and even the hot pot table at home is made in a hot pot restaurant specially tailored to the characteristics of Shu.

Therefore, Shen Qinghuan and Jian Fan are sitting on a long bench.

Shen Qinghuan, who put down his chopsticks, moved her position and approached Jianfan.

Only Shen Qinghuan didn't pay attention. As soon as she approached, Jian Fan's cold eyes stagnated, and her back straightened.

When Shen Qinghuan really got closer, she also noticed that Jian Fan's body was slightly stiff.

However, she only regarded her clothes as being too tight.

Shen Qinghuan tilted her head to look at Jian Fan, and said with some concern: "Abbot Jian, do you want me to help you with your clothes? I see you, it's quite uncomfortable to eat."

Jian Fan's eyebrows flickered, as if listening to Shen Qinghuan's words, but also as if not listening.

After a while, his thin and cold lips opened slightly: "How?"

Shen Qinghuan's light eyes curled slightly: "That's it."

The next moment, Shen Qinghuan raised his hand and stroked Jian Fan's well-buttoned sleeve.

Untie the cufflinks.

Roll up the sleeves of Jian Fan's hard and straight white shirt, and carefully roll it up little by little.

…

In the process, Shen Qinghuan's fingertips inadvertently swept Jianfan's arms.

Soft skin.

Delicate touch.

Jian Fan pursed her lips, turned her face away, her arms seemed to be stiffer.

Shen Qinghuan still didn't realize it.

She rolled up her sleeves for Jianfan, and said softly, with a lazy tone, with some doubts.

"Abbot Jane, are you cold?"

"Why do you get goosebumps on your arms?"

Jian Fan: "...a little bit."

Shen Qinghuan: "At that time, you will have more spicy food to drive away the cold."

Jian Fan: "...good."

Shen Qinghuan is a female star with fashion acumen.

Even if the two of them are just eating hot pot at home.

She rolled up Jian Fan's sleeves, and she also had to pull up the beauty of the fashionable concave shape. Therefore, she had a little fight with Jian Fan's sleeves.

The result of this struggle... is that the goose bumps on Jian Fan's arms seem to get more and more.

"Alright." Shen Qinghuan said with a smile, as if very satisfied with his work.

Jian Fan instantly withdrew his hand, his breathing seemed a little heavier, he didn't know what he was feeling right now.

He only knew that when Shen Qinghuan approached, the tip of her nose was full of the good smell of shower gel on her body.

This smell will make him... miss it over and over again.

Want to... try it.

Jian Fan Yuguang swept across Shen Qinghuan's white and translucent neck, bright red lips, and light eyebrows.

Thoughts are like weeds taking root and growing wildly.