At noon, Bu Xianxian rubbed his blurred eyes and turned over to continue sleeping.
"Xianxian, are you awake?" Heiye opened the door and saw Bu Xianxian who opened his eyes slightly, and asked with a smile.
Bu Xianxian blinked his sleepy eyes hard, stretched out, and looked at the black night standing at the door of the room in confusion.
Huh? Why is it dark at their house?
"Little lazy pig, are you awake yet?" A few people strode to the bed and sat down. Heiye held Bu Xianxian in his arms and hugged him.
"Why are you at my house?" Bu Xianxian seemed a little weak when he spoke because he had just woken up.
"Your home?" This little girl must have been sleepy. She raised the corners of her lips, and the sexy thin lips of the night quickly protected Bu Xianxian's delicate lips, sucking and kissing her delicately,
It's like worshiping some god.
"I really want to swallow you up in one gulp!" After a while, Heiye finally let go of Bu Xianxian's lips, leaning on her shoulder, and his magnetic voice filled Bu Xianxian's eardrums.
"Pervert. Wolf!" The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and Bu Xianxian muttered, but the smile on his face was indelible.
"Are you awake? If you are not awake yet, I will continue to kiss you until you wake up!" His thick thumb slowly touched Bu Xianxian's red lips, and he looked at Bu Xianxian's little face in the dark night, feeling extremely good.
!I really want to wake up every day and have her by my side! I really want to wake up every day and be able to hold her in my arms.
His attachment to her may have reached an obsessive level!
With a faint sigh, Heiye slowly placed a big palm on Bu Xianxian's flat belly: "Are you hungry?"
After breakfast, they slept extremely soundly and peacefully. Such decadent things like waking up at two o'clock in the afternoon had never happened to him before.
With her red lips slightly parted, memories floated into Cheng Xianxian's mind silently like air.
With a "coax" sound, her face suddenly turned red. She and Heiye not only spent the night talking on the phone, but also hugged each other and fell asleep together.
"I'm going back!" Bu Xianxian hurriedly pulled back the quilt and got out of bed without any explanation.
Go back? Hearing this, Hei Ye hurriedly hugged Bu Xianxian tightly: "Did you forget that I want to make you pasta?"
His voice was low and soft, as if it contained magic power, seducing Bu Xianxian, who couldn't help but stop his movements.
Does he really want to cook for her? That sand pig man, Heiye, and the superior CEO, Heiye, really want to cook for her?
Putting aside the magnetic voice of the night, this is enough to seduce any woman.
"But it's been a day since I came out, and my parents will be worried!" Excuse! As long as she doesn't stay up all night, her parents won't worry! Look at the brightness, it should be noon now, right?
"What time is it now?" How long did they sleep for? It couldn't be the next day, right? Why did he feel like she had slept for a long time?
"I've already informed Bu's parents and Bu's mom. It's past two o'clock in the afternoon and we've slept for less than seven hours!" As if he knew what Bu Xianxian was thinking, Hei Ye not only answered Bu Xianxian
question, and by the way, he also answered what she was thinking.
It was only around two o'clock in the afternoon! Looking at Heiye's expression, Bu Xianxian felt a little stupid.
"Then you must have ingredients for cooking. At this time, if you go out to buy ingredients..."
"I've already had the ingredients prepared!" Looking at Bu Xianxian who had a flat mouth in a funny way, his big hands couldn't help but climb up her slightly messy hair and smooth it down.
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Bu Xianxian stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the busy night with the corner of his mouth raised.
Heiye frowned, looking at the ingredients as if facing a powerful enemy.
It's because he's so stubborn that he didn't realize that making pasta is much more difficult than baking toast.
With his thick eyebrows furrowed, Kuroyoro had to admit that he was helpless with this little piece of spaghetti.
Bu Xianxian, who was standing at the door, felt a little funny unconsciously. She looked at the changing expressions on his face, and the corners of her mouth became more and more curved.
A hint of sweetness penetrated his heart, and Bu Xianxian unconsciously walked to Heiye's side.
Although she had to admit that the toast baked by Heiye was really delicious, she had never had high hopes for Heiye's cooking skills. She should make the pasta! There was no way, who could let this person next to her be a genius?
Where is the young master’s fate?
Bu Xianxian rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to pick up the prepared ingredients, and looked at the confused Heiye with a smile.
"Let me do it! Just go ahead and do what you have to do!" Cooking has always been her hobby, and the small pasta is not a problem for her. But this young man, who has never even picked up a spatula, still
Just be his uncle honestly.
"What do you want to do?" Hei Ye frowned and looked at Bu Xianxian with a bad expression, "Do you not believe in my skills?"
"Do you dare to say that you can do it? Have you ever done it?" Bu Xianxian put her hands on her hips and looked like she was trying to find someone to blame. What exactly does this uncle want? She is giving him a chance to step down now.
If he comes up with an unknown object that is hard to swallow, don't blame her for not giving him face! Moreover, if he really does it, she will be too busy to help!
"Go outside and rest, don't get in the way here!" Heiye turned Bu Xianxian's body, kissed her on the cheek, and pushed her out, "Just wait for the good food!"
"
Is she in the way? Bu Xianxian turned his head and looked at the night in disbelief.
"Come on, you watch TV first!" He pushed Bu Xianxian onto the sofa, then put the remote control into Bu Xianxian's hand, and walked quickly back to the kitchen in the dark night.
Picking up the onion, he turned it over several times and looked back and forth. Heiye's two thick eyebrows could not help but pinch together.
How should this onion be cut? How should other ingredients be processed?
Taking out the phone from his trouser pocket, Bai Ye decided to find someone with good cooking skills to discuss it.
"How to make spaghetti?" The phone call had just been connected, and he went straight to the point without even saying hello in the dark night.
"Just slice the onions into slices? Aren't the onions in pasta all filamentous?... Speechless? Okay, okay, okay... Okay, I'll listen to you, okay?" Heiye tilted his head and clamped the phone in his hand.
With his ears and shoulders, he was clumsily handling ingredients through the phone.
"The noodles need to pass through the water first?..."
Bu Xianxian secretly walked to the door of the kitchen, and what he saw was this scene. He was struggling to make a phone call in the dark night, and he was hurriedly stirring the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks.
Every time he heard a sentence, he repeated it again, for fear of missing any steps.