Group pet little flirt: Feng Ye, please pet me!

Chapter 221 I'm About to Be Stupid by Him
"Live very peacefully for the time being."

Jing Han wiped his fingertips, turned his body slightly, and skillfully chopped vegetables.

The weather has entered winter, and the noon sun is bright and warm.

Jing Han was wearing a camel sweater with an overlapping white shirt as the lining, with a broad and soft back.

Tina just stared blankly at the man covered by the sun, and felt her heartbeat was very noisy for a while.

"Tina," Jing Han slightly opened his lips, his hoarse voice sounded a bit muffled, "keep staring at me, could it be true to me..."

Tina's breathing stagnated slightly, and her interlocking slender hands tightened subconsciously.

After a long time, Jing Han chuckled and said, "You really look forward to my cooking skills, don't you?"

Jing Han was pretending to be cutting vegetables just now, but the potato slices under the blade were of different thicknesses, and he almost sliced ​​into his hands...

Jing Han was almost stupid to death by himself.

He turned sideways slightly funny, and raised his eyebrows at the appalling potato chips on the dining board.

"It looks ugly, but it's barely edible, don't mind."

Tina was taken aback for a moment, and her chaotic heartbeat finally returned to normal.

Tina nodded hastily: "It's okay, I don't mind."

She was about to be stupefied by her expectations just now.

Jing Han's smile was hearty, but he casually tossed the broken hair on his forehead, and his words were no longer very pleasant: "What else do you want to eat? Little pig's head."

"you are a pig!"

Tina's fingertips were twisting the small rubber band on her wrist, and she was just about to help him gently brush the broken hair. Hearing what Jing Han said, Tina directly curled up the small rubber band with her fingers, and flicked it on Jing Han's shoulder unceremoniously.

Her strength was not so strong that Jing Han couldn't help curling his lips into a chuckle, symbolically dodging backwards.

"Why did you react so strongly? When I said that little girl Siyao was a pig's head, she didn't..."

Halfway through the speech, Jing Han suddenly pursed his lips tightly and stopped speaking.

The radiant light in Tina's beautiful eyes also quietly faded away, she slightly gathered her slender fingers, and put the small rubber band back on her wrist.

She seems to never be able to compare with Shi Siyao.

Jing Han wanted to say "sorry" subconsciously, but after thinking about it for a moment, he had no position to apologize, so he simply swallowed the words on his lips.

Seeing Tina put back the small rubber band again, Jing Han clicked his tongue lightly.

Jing Han freed up one hand, pointed to the end of his hair, and signaled: "My hair is so long, it's time to find a new hairstyle."

"Oh." Tina obviously didn't understand what he meant, so she responded dully.

Seeing that the woman was about to turn around and return to the sofa, Jing Han hurriedly raised his foot against the door frame, blocking Tina's way: "Help me tie it."

"Ah?" Tina raised her eyes in a daze, but looked at Jing Han unexpectedly.

Jing Han's eyes were full of sunshine, and his light brown pupils stared at Tina a little bit numbly.

Tina stammered for a moment: "I... Shall I tie your hair?"

Jing Han's eyes fell meaningfully on the small rubber band on her wrist, and he responded with a long voice: "Yes—ah——"

Really stupid.

How clear does he need to be to understand?
Jing Han could not bear to refuse her kindness just because of her disappointed little appearance.

Jing Han is a head taller than Tina.

Usually, Tina wore slender high-heeled shoes and followed Jing Han's side, and she didn't notice any height difference.

But now, they were all wearing fluffy cotton slippers, Tina stretched out her hand and gestured, a little embarrassed.

Jing Han sighed softly, and squatted down halfway, his slightly long hair just fell on Tina's palm: "Here."

Tina tied it up in a hurry, and a small lock of hair hung down on the back of Jing Han's head.

Jing Han's broad arms were close in front of his eyes, and Tina reached out to touch them in a strange way. His sweater was very soft, and the touch of his fingertips was warm.

"Take advantage of me?"

Jing Han slightly turned his handsome face amusedly, his side face was traced by the sun, and the bridge of his straight nose was coated with a light layer of brilliance, but the narrow smile in his brows and eyes was a bit dazzling.

As if being caught secretly eating tofu, Tina immediately withdrew her hand in fright, and obediently put her back behind her back. She found an excuse in embarrassment: "Just...just touch...your sweater feels good."

Just touch?
Tina wished she could bite off the tip of her tongue.

What a lousy excuse.

Jing Han didn't care, and pulled the sweater on his body casually: "Fortunately, this sweater was given to me by someone else, and I think it feels good."

Jing Han responded a few words casually, and then began to get busy cooking oil.

By the way, he turned his head and told Tina to sit on the sofa obediently, so as not to be scalded by the splashing oil stars.

Tina nodded silently, and sat down on the sofa very obediently.

The sound of cooking in the kitchen was very noisy, so Tina turned on the TV, tuned a channel indiscriminately, but stared at the TV screen in a daze.

He said it was given to him by someone else.

who can that be?

Tina warned herself not to think too much, but the only answer always appeared in her mind.

Tina paused, then smiled helplessly for a while, what right did she have to be jealous for Jing Han?
I really can't fall in love with someone easily, otherwise I will worry about gains and losses because of that person's every move.

Jing Han was busy in the kitchen for a long time, and finally put the food on the table.

What he said just now really didn't mean to be self-effacing. After the plate of fried potato chips passed his hands, it was a bit unsightly.

Jing Han scratched his head: "Why don't we order takeaway?"

Tina was very appreciative, took a slice and chewed it lightly in her mouth, her delicate face instantly twisted into a ball, and finally silently agreed with Jing Han's proposal.

When the lost takeaway boy finally arrived at the recording location, the staff of the program team signaled Jing Han and Tina to complete the hidden task.

Jing Han glanced blankly at the takeaway packaging bag in his hand, and suddenly felt that the hidden mission of the program group was a bit insulting...

After this program airs, at least the audience will know that the third young master of the Jing family will no longer know how to cook.

Tina didn't care, and shared half of the chicken leg in her lunch box with Jing Han as a comfort.

Jing Han ate quickly, and put the half chicken leg back into Tina's lunch box. Jing Han picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, but he drank too fast, the porridge splashed on the sweater, and the greasy soup quickly spread.

Jing Han was startled, and quickly stood up looking for napkins everywhere.

Tina promptly took out two napkins and handed them to him.

"Wipe it up quickly, in such a hurry, this sweater was given to you by someone very important, right?"

"Yeah, it's very important." Jing Han was busy wiping it, without raising his head.

Tina's heart was filled with soreness, but she still stiffened her neck, resisting the moisture in her eyes: "Is...is it from Siyao?"

"What are you talking about?" Jing Han raised his eyes and glanced at her strangely, "My mother gave it to me."

(End of this chapter)