I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 37 37. The Concert ([-])
"Why haven't you left yet?"

An Sheng, who was making porridge, turned his head and saw Zhao Lang.

"There's something wrong with you." Zhao Lang pulled out a chair and sat down: "I used to make fat-reducing meals for Li Zhien during the day, but now I have to cook porridge for her at night, so it's hard not to think that you have something to do with her. "

"There is something, don't talk nonsense." An Sheng boiled the porridge in the casserole on high heat, then turned back to low heat, and continued to cook slowly: "She is sick today, what do I do if I make some porridge for her? The boss cares about the boss's health." What's the problem?"

"There's a big problem." Zhao Lang crossed his hands across his chest and looked at An Sheng scrutinizingly: "Don't you think it's a little too enthusiastic?"

Just like in the TV series, if you start to be kind to someone inexplicably, then there will definitely be a bloody love scene in the future.

"What do you know? I'm just flattering you reasonably. You haven't been in the workplace before, so you won't understand."

"I don't understand, but I know that when a person starts to treat another person well, it means that you start to care about her."

"I care." An Sheng said bluntly: "Who told her to be the one who pays my salary? I don't care about her, who I care about."

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

An Sheng looked at him and shrugged, "I'm telling the truth, you can ask Xiao Liu below, if she misses you every day."

"Fuck off."

An Sheng stopped talking about the door again, and started talking nonsense.

Zhao Lang rolled his eyes and didn't bother with him: "Let me tell you, don't play yourself into that sentence."

Before I went to work at Li Zhien's place, I said that I wanted to see what kind of medicine Li Zhien sold in the gourd, but now I didn't know other people's intentions, but I fell into it myself.

An Sheng ignored him, staring intently at the casserole on the stove, listening to the gurgling sound in the casserole, he remembered that in the past, whenever his sister was uncomfortable, he had to cook millet porridge for her, and I don't know if there is any buff bonus, as long as his sister finishes drinking the millet porridge, she will definitely be alive and kicking like before the next day.

Thinking of his sister, An Sheng couldn't help but smile.

……

Putting the millet porridge in the thermos, An Sheng took a look at the time and it had been [-] minutes since he arrived home. Without delay, he immediately ran downstairs with the thermos.

He got on the motorcycle and drove towards Li Zhien's house.

I remember that it was a month ago in the morning, An Sheng went to deliver a document to Li Zhien, originally it was not An Sheng's turn to do this kind of thing, but Pei Youzheng happened to be busy at the time, and An Sheng was the only idler in the whole company, as it should be He becomes the errand runner.

An Sheng remembered that day very clearly, it was a rare rest day for Li Zhien, she did not go to the company to rest at home.

An Sheng, who had just arrived at the door of her house, rang the doorbell of her house. It was different from the usual time when she went to her house. The doorbell rang for a long time and no one came to open it.Seeing that the doorbell was useless, An Sheng used the most primitive method, which was to knock on the door.

Facts have proved that knocking on the door is still useful, and Li Zhien opened the door after a while.

An Sheng saw Li Zhien, wearing pajamas, messy hair, blurred eyes, as if he hadn't woken up.

She seemed to be getting up. Her tone was bad, but her voice was hoarse: "My password is my birthday. Next time you encounter such a situation, just enter the password and come in. Don't disturb my rest, or your salary will be deducted."

It was the first time An Sheng saw Li Zhien like this, he was a little at a loss, and held up the document in his hand.

"This is what Pei Youzheng asked me to send."

Li Zhien didn't even look at it, took it over and closed the door, and then opened it again three seconds later, this time the tone was much better than before: "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

"no need."

"Oh."

After Li Zhien finished speaking, he closed the door and went to sleep.

Back to the present, An Sheng parked his motorcycle in the parking space, ran into the community with the thermos bucket in his hand, and arrived at Li Zhien's house with ease.

Out of politeness and respect, An Sheng rang the doorbell.

Just like last time, nothing happened, so he prepared to enter the password.

"Jingle Bell……"

The door opened, and An Sheng walked in.

The light was not turned on, and it was pitch black all around. An Sheng called Li Zhien's name in a low voice, then found the switch, and turned on the light.

An Sheng saw Li Zhien lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.Going forward, I found that Li Zhien's face was flushed, and she was also frowning when she was asleep, looking very uncomfortable.

An Sheng shook her gently: "Li Zhien, Li Zhien."

Li Zhien reluctantly opened his eyes, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"You seem to have a fever."

She finally saw An Sheng clearly in a daze.

said in his mouth.

"hug."

(End of this chapter)