An Nuo frowned and decided to delete all the words just now.

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

It’s just a work relationship, and it seems strange to ask him a question suddenly.

Then, she walked back to the living room and dragged her suitcase into the room.

Take out the U disk from it, plug it into the computer, and send him the draft that I just finished yesterday.

Glutinous paper:[/Picture]

Glutinous paper: Do you think this version can be?

Glutinous paper: Then tell me if you have any place to modify.

An Nuo thought for a while and added: Only five changes were allowed.

The other side.

Chen Baifan sat on the sofa, leaned back, and touched his lips happily.

He Xinjia looked at him hesitantly and kicked him: "Go to fried rice."

"Not stir-fry." Chen Baifan grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms, murmured, "I'm drunk."

“…Stop pretending.”

Chen Baifan didn't raise his eyes either: "An Nuo personally feeds me water, I'm drunk."

“…”

Soon, Chen Baifan suddenly remembered what had happened just now and frowned at him.

"Why did you come to me? Didn't I tell you that you must not come out?"

He Xinjia was confident: "I said I..." He was hungry.

Chen Baifan said coldly: "You move out for me next time like this."

House owner He Xinjia: "..."

*

The next day, Chen Baifan took a turn for the rest of the day and didn't have to go to work.

He got up early and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients.

While going home, he sent a message to An Nuo.

——Annuo, are you free today at noon?

He only received An Nuo’s reply when he walked into the house: Yes.

Chen Baifan put the things on his hands into the kitchen and bent his lips to enter.

——Come here and invite you to dinner.

Annuo:...what.

Chen Baifan: You paint for my cousin and take me in yesterday.

Chen Baifan: Invite you to dinner.

Chen Baifan raised his eyebrows and decided to be more modest: Although what I did was average, it was quite clean.

He lowered his eyes and waited for a few minutes, with a very patient expression.

After a while, I replied: Do you want me to go over and help you?

Chen Baifan has no idea that the other party is the guest who cannot ask her to help.

I was in a good mood when I thought that she would see herself cooking carefully in a while.

Quick reply: OK, please trouble you.

*

After An Nuo put down the phone, she immediately went to the bathroom to wash her face.

When I returned to the room, I quickly put on light makeup and changed into a casual and pink sweatshirt.

She tied all her hair up and stood up into a high ponytail.

An Nuo patted her cheeks like anger, took the key and cell phone and went out.

He probably didn't take yesterday's incident to heart...

Otherwise, I wouldn't have said that I would have invited her to a meal.

Thinking of this, An Nuo suddenly felt a little disappointed.

She raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

Almost at the same time, the door was opened from the inside.

It was like someone was waiting for her there.

After a night, Chen Baifan's spirit seemed much better than yesterday.

The eyebrows and eyes were light and smiled, and the curve of the corners of the mouth was very soft.

He was wearing a thin dark blue sweater and his sleeves were pulled to his elbow.

Compared to last night, the distance seemed to be widening again.

Looking at An Nuo standing foolishly in the entrance hall, Chen Baifan came over.

Her arms crossed the side of her neck and reached out to close the door behind her.

The man's breath covered the sky and covered her.

An Nuo's first reaction was to take a step back and then drill under his arm.

The voice was trembling and a little stuttering: "I, I'll go wash my hands."

Chen Baifan stood there and watched her walk into the kitchen.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

This trick seems quite useful.

*

As soon as he came in, An Nuo's eyes moved away from the cooking table.

Her expression was a little awkward: "I can't cook."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, An Nuo immediately added: "I can wash vegetables and cut meat for you to get some help..."

Chen Baifan stood one meter away from her and turned his head and thought for a while.

Then he pointed to the position ahead and said, "Come here, stand here."

An Nuo was a little confused and didn't know what he was going to do, but she still walked over obediently.

When she stood up, Chen Baifan walked to the table and poured the dishes beside her into the sink.

An Nuo, who was ignored, pinched her finger and wondered: "What do you want me to do?"

Chen Baifan turned on the faucet and looked back at her.

"Look at me."

“…”

“…”

An Nuo thought he had heard it wrong: "What?"

Chen Baifan withdrew his gaze and curled the corners of his mouth invisibly.

"See how I cook, and I will teach you by the way."

Upon hearing this, An Nuo said embarrassedly: "I can help you wash vegetables."

"No." Chen Baifan thought for a while, "If you are tired..."

An Nuo thought he wanted to let himself sit in the living room for a while.

Just as I was about to refuse, I heard him continue, "I'll move a chair over here for you to sit?"

An Nuo looked unexpected and waved his hand immediately: "No, I'll just stand."

She watched Chen Baifan cut the radish neatly, and her movements were particularly familiar.

He was inexplicably distracted.

...It seems like something weird?

She doesn't want to learn how to cook, didn't she come here to have a meal?

Why did it become learning to cook?

"An Nuo." Chen Baifan suddenly called her.
To be continued...