Impostor: Falling in Love with the Cold Chief

Chapter 227 Unfortunately I Have No Appetite

Xiaobei slept for a very, very long time, as long as a century.When she woke up, she refused to open her eyes, subconsciously resisting the cold reality.When she thought of Qin Xiao, her heart ached.

From time to time, something bumped against the outside door, and there was a buzzing sound from time to time. Xiao Bei suddenly opened his eyes. The room was dark, and there was light from outside. The sound at the door was made by the general. Sound right?Why did Xu Jianan fall asleep here?
She struggled to get up, and it was a bit difficult to open her eyes. She had cried too much these days, and sometimes she couldn't feel the tears, such as the tears on her cheeks now, and she didn't know when they flowed out.When she was with Xiao Nan and her father before, she felt that it was the hardest time in life. As he and Xiao Nan grew up day by day and were able to take care of things, she firmly believed that life would only get better and better.

Xiaobei wiped the moisture from his face with the back of his hand, got up and opened the door, the general jumped into Xiaobei's arms at once, rubbing against each other, Xu Jianan's tall figure was stretched by the light outside.

"Did the general wake you up?"

He was leaning against the door, with his hands in the pockets of knitted slacks. When Xiaobei looked up at him, he was stunned for a moment. One day, when she was squatting in the living room of Qingcheng Mansion Villa, Qin Xiao was doing the same. Leaning against the door and looking at her with eyes full of smiles, I don't know whether it is to see whether the flowers are beautiful or not, or to see how her handicraft is?
Xu Jianan saw that Xiaobei was still in a daze after waking up, thinking that she hadn't had enough rest, and pointed outside and said, "How about going to eat something before continuing to sleep? It's nine o'clock in the evening."

He brought her breakfast for breakfast, and she only drank a little soy milk, and didn't drink a drop of water at noon, and a normal stomach would protest at this point.

Xiaobei got up quickly, and said very sorry: "Senior, thank you today, and thank you for helping me and Xiaonan. I'm going back."

She turned on the light, but she subconsciously reached out to block the incandescent light. Seeing this, Xu Jianan hurried forward to turn on the reading light in front of the bed, and then turned off the headlights in the room.

"Then I'll take it to you."

"No senior, you've been tired all day, I can just go back by myself."

Xiaobei turned around and quickly spread the quilt, took his coat and went outside.Xu Jianan paused and followed.Downstairs was filled with a strong smell of Citigroup. It would be fine without this smell. Xiao Bei was really a little hungry after smelling this smell.She looked at the dining table. There were two bowls and a few dishes on the table. They looked untouched?Is it because the senior didn't eat while waiting for her?

Xu Jianan saw her standing on the stairs for a while looking towards the kitchen, he pretended to ask casually: "Would you like something to eat? Li Jing is also true, he said he came to deliver materials and reported meals, but he said he was busy with other things." Not coming. You see, it made me do so much."

He clapped his hands, as if he didn't know what to do with the dishes on the table.

Xiaobei understood in his heart, turned around and said to Xu Jianan: "Unfortunately, I don't have any appetite. I'm afraid these skills of seniors will be wasted."

The corner of Xu Jianan's mouth raised, as if it didn't matter.

Seeing that Xiaobei wanted to go out without any intention of staying, he swallowed the words stuck in his throat.Until Xiaobei opened the door, Xu Jianan followed, and asked one last time: "I'd better see you off, anyway, I'm staying at home and I'm staying."

Xiaobei shook his head: "It's really not necessary, senior, thank you."

He no longer forced himself to stand at the door and watched Xiaobei's thin back go out of his entrance garden and out of the villa's door, and the last bit of news was in his field of vision.

He went back to the dining table, it was the first time he made the braised pork ribs, and it took twice the materials, and this time it was decent.He raised his chopsticks to look at it, and ate it all by himself.But no matter how you eat it, it is indifferent.

(End of this chapter)