I heard that Lu Zhifen loved me for many years

Chapter 726 Why Do You Get Dust (93)
Seeing that he was silent, Chen Ziran rolled his eyes again, trying to change the subject.

"Feng Yiheng, can you tell me about what happened when you were in school?"

Without saying a word, Feng Yiheng stretched out his hand to enter the password for the gate of the villa.

"Then, let me tell you about what happened when I was in school. Tianchang and I did a lot of fun things in Nuancheng."

Feng Yiheng's body froze, and he turned to look at her.

"Need not."

"why?"

Feng Yiheng snorted coldly: "Because I don't want to hear about your ridiculous romances in college again."

Chen Ziran was speechless, why didn't she say anything right? !
Feng Yiheng entered the gate of the villa.

"Feng Yiheng, are you looking for someone to investigate me?!" Chen Ziran realized later.

Chen Ziran followed into the villa.

Pouted, looking at him accusingly.

"No." Feng Yiheng went into the kitchen with a calm expression.

Chen Ziran followed: "Then explain, what did you mean when you said it the second time just now?"

Feng Yiheng paused: "You heard wrong."

No wonder she got it wrong!
Chen Ziran stepped forward and was about to ask questions.

Feng Yiheng turned around, "Do you want to eat noodles?"

Chen Ziran looked at the chicken soup in his hand and nodded hurriedly.

"I want to! I want to add a poached egg, the kind that is half-cooked and the yolk has not yet solidified!"

Although she ate late for lunch, it was getting late, and she was still really hungry.

"Okay, you go and change your clothes before you come down to eat."

Chen Ziran nodded: "Then I'll take a shower first."

Chen Ziran's bathing speed has always been very fast, and after washing comfortably, eating a bowl of noodles is enjoyable just thinking about it.

"Ah."

Chen Ziran watched him earnestly heat up the afternoon chicken soup.

With a sudden movement in his heart, he leaned directly in front of him, stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly.

"Feng Yiheng, thank you."

After speaking, he ran out of the kitchen.

Feng Yiheng looked at her turbulent back, like aftertaste, he stretched out his hand to caress his face, and unconsciously raised a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After taking a shower, Chen Ziran changed into a loose nightdress.

The wet hair was wrapped in a dry towel before it had time to blow dry, and then went downstairs first.

Go to the kitchen.

On the dining table of the two, two bowls of chicken noodle soup exude steaming heat.

One bowl of noodles is covered with a fried poached egg.

The poached eggs were nicely fried, and the yolk was darker in the middle than the sides, and it was cooked according to her request.

Chen Ziran walked over, and Feng Yiheng also came out from the storage room.

The two sat at the dining table together.

Chen Ziran picked up the chopsticks, and Feng Yiheng also picked up the chopsticks.

They looked at each other.

"Master Feng, I'll start!" Chen Ziran laughed.

Feng Yiheng also smiled: "Let's eat."

Chen Ziran got the order, carefully picked up the egg with chopsticks, and then handed it to his mouth to bite a hole with his teeth, sucked the egg liquid inside, and swallowed the whole poached egg.

Feng Yiheng ate the noodles, and just after taking a bite, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.

Because Chen Ziran's foot stepped on his instep at some point, and the strength of his toes was light and heavy.

It made Feng Yiheng a little itchy.

He pushed her feet away: "Eat noodles well."

Chen Ziran didn't expect that he would push her away, and after giving him a blank look, she stepped on his instep again.

"My feet are not dirty!"

The nightdress she was wearing was already very loose, but when she sat down, the neckline was even more loose.

Feng Yiheng looked up at the snow-white skin at her neckline, and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.

He reached out and loosened his collar.

"Are you hot?" Chen Ziran asked.

But after eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, Feng Yiheng's head was covered with sweat.

"A bit."

"You should be like me just now, change your clothes and take a shower before eating." Chen Ziran said seriously.

"It makes no difference."

"Huh?" Chen Ziran was puzzled.

Feng Yiheng stood up.

Chen Ziran looked at half a bowl of noodles in his bowl: "Are you full?"

"En." Feng Yiheng responded, then turned and left the kitchen.

Chen Ziran continued to eat the bowl of noodles, washed the bowl and chopsticks by the way, and then went upstairs slowly.

Go back to the room.

With her upper body naked, Feng Yiheng took a cotton swab and dipped it in anti-inflammatory medicine, and carefully applied the medicine to the wound on his chest.

The last time Chen Ziran looked like this was the meeting in the hotel.

She even felt that she fell in love with Feng Yiheng at first sight not because of his face, but because of his figure!

Chen Ziran stabilized his mind, stepped forward, and took the cotton swab from his hand.

"I'll do it for you."

As he spoke, he dipped in the anti-inflammatory potion and carefully applied it around her wound bit by bit.

In fact, most of the wound has healed, only one corner is probably not healed because it is always being pulled repeatedly.

Chen Ziran applied the potion seriously, and even blew on him: "Feng Yiheng, does it hurt to be shot?"

The wound was so itchy from her blowing that Feng Yiheng's Adam's apple slipped.

"Well, it's fine."

Chen Ziran blew it up for him, and reattached clean gauze.

"It seems to me that it suddenly occurred to me, did I almost become a widow?"

Feng Yiheng's eyes moved slightly: "If you really become a widow, what will you do?"

Chen Ziran closed the medicine box and stood up: "If I really become a widow, I will find another man who is more handsome and better than you. Anyway, the world is so big, is it not easy to find a man?"

Feng Yiheng was completely out of breath, in this kind of problem, he would only shoot himself in the foot.

In fact, when he was hit, he could no longer feel the pain.

The only person that came to mind was Chen Ziran.

He had never been so afraid of dying.

He grabbed Chen Ziran's hand fiercely: "Don't even think about it in your life."

Chen Ziran looked at her and said deliberately: "Oh, then I'll think about it in my next life."

"Nor in the next life!"

"Then... next life."

"Chen Ziran!" Feng Yiheng gritted his teeth.

Chen Ziran looked at Feng Yiheng's already red face, and immediately felt that this man was so cute.

She couldn't help reaching out and pinching his face.

"Okay, I'm kidding, I'm a little tired now, I want to brush my teeth and go to sleep, do you want to rest?"

"I haven't showered yet."

Chen Ziran looked at him: "Then what have you been doing for so long?"

"Reduce the fire."

Chen Ziran reacted for a while, and his face immediately turned red.

She turned around, she didn't want to know the way he lowered the fire at all.

But the hand was still held by Feng Yiheng.

"I'm going to brush my teeth, let's put my hands down first."

Feng Yiheng raised his head, with a serious look: "Chen Ziran, when will you be willing?"

Chen Ziran was taken aback, what would you like?
Seeing her inexplicable expression, Feng Yiheng smiled to himself, looking a little lonely.

He let go of her hand: "it's okay, you go and brush your teeth."

Anyway, he can't wait.

(End of this chapter)