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In the study, mu Yanchen unbuttoned his tie and threw it on the table. He unbuttoned two buttons at the neckline. He held a document. It was like opening a video conference on a computer. When the door was opened, he looked up and stopped.

"Come here first." He whispered into the computer and pressed the end button.

Lan Xi didn't dare to come in. He took a look. His hand was released from the doorknob and asked in a low voice: "why don't you go to the office?"

His deep eyes in the tired and tight incomparable, do not reveal a message, he is busy, very busy.

Eyes of the eyes, and then close the door, and put the pen on the desk

Just cry exhausted strength, stomach is a little empty, a little pain, her eyelashes tremble, nodding.

"What do you want to eat?"

“…… Fried rice with egg. Is that all right? " She whispered.

Mu Yanchen gazed at her for a long time, pressed down the fatigue and heat in her black eyes, and stroked her head with his palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "go and sit for a while."

When she was just brought in, she cried too much, like a child who had been severely criticized by her parents and suffered serious damage to her self-esteem. He did not try to use such a crying way to remember the feelings of her deceased relatives, but it should be heartbreaking.

So he didn't dare to hold her for too long.

Too painful for her, too want to kiss her, the hot temperature on the lips gradually out of control, he almost ate her belly.

Why don't you scold me? Don't care about me?

Aren't you my elder?

Maybe.

Perhaps the elders will hate iron but not steel, will educate and scold.

But if you love, you know how irrelevant those things are. How about not doing well in the exam? What about disobedience? Even if she is stupid like a pig, even if rebellious beyond control, he still wants her.

Knead the brow, pressing down the burning heat in the eyes, mu Yanchen let himself concentrate and put the ingredients into the pot.

When I came out of the kitchen, I saw her sitting in the living room with her head resting on her arm and looking at the goldfish in the fish tank next to her. Suddenly, the goldfish jumped and swam away, and the fragrant fried rice with eggs was placed in front of her.

She stood up, looked up at him, and quickly lowered her head, holding the spoon he handed.

The aroma caught her appetite and was warm.

Lan Xi scooped a mouthful and put it in her mouth. It was as good as it smelled. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly felt that her nose was slightly sour, her tongue was astringent and she couldn't swallow. Her eyes were warm.

Mu Yanchen noticed her strangeness, her eyes from the air shrouded her, low dumb asked: "salty?"

Her hands were clenched on the table, holding back and nodding stiffly.

“…… I'll pay attention next time. " His eyes were still tender and hot, and after a long time he replied, his voice was more hoarse.

"Have a rest after eating," trying to contain the feelings that are about to break out. Mu Yanchen does not open her eyes, and her face is expressionless. She says, "take out the test paper and I'll help you analyze it."

After the meal, the atmosphere was quiet. The sky was heavy outside, and Lanxi was in a trance. She felt that her knee was touched by the low table. She could only curl up and move a little back, sticking to a strong arm bend.

On the table, the test papers are spread out.

Mu Yanchen's deep voice with magnetic, not slow, a little bit into her mind, so difficult to analyze the chemical reaction equation, a few words can explain clearly, said half she already understood, long eyelashes tremble, she side to face, carefully look at his side face, heroic lines, elegant radian, like God's perfect carving.

But the soft tenderness and softness between her brows had never been seen before.

Lan Xi's small face flashed a little pale, and her eyes twinkled twice - in fact, she should have noticed.