Male God, a Little Su

"Okay, then you take good care of your wounds. I'll go out first and call me if I have something. I'll be living here for the past two days, so you suddenly died suddenly." Cheng Qian stood up gracefully and stroked his sleeves, "Oh yes Now, your agent can't get through to you, and now the whole world is looking for you."

"so?"

Sheng Jinshu frowned.

"Congratulations, Mr. Shanda, you are on the hot search again."

Cheng Qian finished speaking slowly, walked out of the room briskly, and closed the door with a gentleman.

The next second, sure enough.

A loud 'bang' sounded from behind the door, and a low curse, "Fuck!!"

Cheng Qian spread his hands and raised his eyebrows, "Tsk, with such a quick temper, it's no wonder people want your life, it's hard to do—"

He shook his head and walked downstairs, his footsteps suddenly stopped, "Huh?"

Where did the scent come from?

I followed the smell all the way to find the past, and finally found the kitchen. Cheng Qian leaned against the door, watching the hot woman cooking egg fried rice, her curly blond hair tied behind her head, revealing a delicate and perfect profile. The skin is white to almost transparent, without a single blemish. Perfect is not like a real person, but more like an angel in a CG animation.

"Break up the eggs and sprinkle them in, it will taste a little better."

He crossed his arms around his chest and leaned against the door with a smiling suggestion.

Su Yan froze for a moment, and when she saw him, she suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, and she said at a loss: "I'm sorry, I'm too hungry, and I don't know the address here, so I saw leftovers in the rice cooker, That's why..."

"It's ok."

Cheng Qian shrugged, somewhat surprised that this hot and charming woman was unexpectedly innocent.

Whether it's true or not is up for debate.

He hooked his lips, walked over and opened the refrigerator door, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to eat something else? With only half a bowl of fried rice, I shouldn't be able to fill my stomach, right? Would you like some steak?"

He took out the beef in the box from the refrigerator, turned back to the counter, and pulled out a cutting board specially designed for processing meat, with a gentle voice.

"No, I'll just eat a little."

She rolled her eyes, "I'm so sorry, I should have asked you, I took the liberty to move the food in the house, I'm so sorry..."

"It's really okay."

Cheng Qian was funny, he pulled out a knife, "Even if you burn down the kitchen, trust me, the owner of this house won't blame you. Also—" He turned his head on the cutting board with one hand, "I'm not this guy. The owner of the house, like you, I am here to find food. So, we keep it a secret from each other, eh?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cheng Qian was very familiar with this house, as if he was in his own home.

Where are the seasonings, where are the knives, where are the dishes. You don't have to look at it at all, you can get what you want in one hand.

Su Yan smiled shyly, she carefully prepared egg fried rice, and when she walked by Cheng Qian, she thanked softly, "Thank you, you are actually a very gentle person."

gentle?

Cheng Qian chuckled, "This word is fresh."

He is really rarely praised for being gentle, and most people are more keen to call him: the devil—

The thin blade cut through the beef, and the hand holding the knife was slender and clean, with distinct joints.

It looks like an artist is making a work of art.

The whole body is full of romantic and elegant temperament.

Su Yan turned around and went back to the living room, always feeling that something was wrong.

She woke up the dormant 04 and asked in her mind: [44, why do I think the breath of the man in the kitchen is familiar? 】

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