report!Delicate Master Xu is about to hug again

Chapter 17 First Encounter
When he got home, he carried her into his room.

Turn on the air conditioner and put a glass of honey water on the bedside table.

"Are there any discomforts?"

Zhou Xiran closed his eyes and shook his head.

He reached out and touched her forehead, there was no unusual temperature.

Get up: "Call me if you need something."

He took a step, and she opened her eyes, looking at his slender back.

This picture is almost the same as the one he picked up and brought home for the first time.

The only difference is that it was raining that day, and she was soaked by the rain, squatting under the eaves of a family.

He got out of the car, and the servants put an umbrella over his head.

When seeing her, the servant said: "Who is there, hurry up."

She heard the sound and raised her eyelids, the rain blurred her eyes.

She wanted to get up, but she couldn't exert any strength.

After struggling several times, it still didn't help.

A pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her.

Following the flat line of the suit, she looked up.

It was a very stern face, born with a dignified temperament.

Especially those eyes that can't see the end.

The rain hit her cheek, making it painful.

He leaned down and slowly narrowed the corners of his eyes.

The next moment, her chin was lifted by his index finger.

"who are you?"

She tried her best to pronounce her own name: "Zhou Xiran."

It rained heavily.

She has a high fever.

His fingertips were cold.

He walked past her, but turned back.

He leaned over and picked her up, carrying her into the house.

The servant prepared the guest room, and he put her down.

He carried it in himself, and the servants did not dare to neglect it.

After he put her on the bed, he took a glass of honey water and put it on the bedside.

"Uncomfortable ringing the bell."

Get up.

"Who are you?" She didn't know who he was, and asked in a daze.

He didn't answer, and when she was about to walk out of the room, she stretched out her hand to him: "This is for you."

He turned around and glanced at her palm.

It was an open palm with a green candy on it.

Candy wrappers have been stained with sewage.

He walked over, took it with his hand, and hid it in a custom-made pocket.

Before him, she had never seen a rich man put a muddy candy into a clean pocket.

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In the next few days, Zhou Xiran didn't see Xu Nianhui.

It's just that the same breakfast is put on the dining table every morning.

Zhou Xiran was almost tired of eating.

However, throwing it away is obviously a waste.

After eating the same breakfast on the third day.

She took out a post-it note from her schoolbag.

Write: Don't make breakfast for me, thank you.

Zhou Xiran's character is not passive either.

But sometimes there is less opportunity.

Ask her to text or call him.

Then he needs to explain clearly what happened before.

She didn't want to take the initiative to lower her status.

Girls are like this sometimes, if you don't take the initiative to talk to me, I won't even if the sky falls.

The yellow sticky note was pasted on the dining table, and Xu Nian found it when he came back.

Take a look and throw it in the trash can.

Then poured a glass of water from the kitchen upstairs.

We met in the corridor on the second floor, looked at each other, one entered the room, and the other went downstairs to pour water, neither of them spoke.

By the next day.

Zhou Xiran thought, he probably wouldn't make breakfast for himself.

When I was planning to have something to eat today, I saw the same breakfast on the dining table from the corner of my eye.

Millet porridge, fried dough sticks, poached eggs, and a sausage.

Zhou Xiran: "???"

Three question marks appeared in front of my eyes.

Did he not see it?

No, when she came down to pour water yesterday, she saw that the yellow post-it note she had posted was crumpled up and thrown into the trash can.

There is no third person in the family.

Even if you are a part-time worker, you will not just pick up the post-it notes and throw them into the trash can.

Zhou Xiran thought for a while, took out his phone and sent him a message.

She didn't ask for peace, but she was afraid that he didn't notice the words on the sticky note, or that he really didn't throw it.

(End of this chapter)