Her back stiffened and she dropped her hand in seconds.
Her movement caused him to cast his eyes on her face. He yawned lazily first, and then said to her very naturally: "Good morning."
Lin Jing: "...Morning."
Sheng Cheng said nothing, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water.
He unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted his head slightly to drink water. His neck was already long, but when he pulled it, it looked even longer, and his slightly protruding Adam's apple rolled from time to time.
The sun streamed in from the window, and a ray of light shone obliquely on his chin and neck.
The bones all over his body are slender, and the muscle lines of his forearms are also slender. The whole person does not look too young or boyish.
Lin Jing couldn't help but look at the scene in front of him for a while.
It wasn't until Sheng Kuang slowly screwed back the bottle cap and tilted his head toward her that she hurriedly lowered her head. The porridge in the bowl was empty. She thought for a second, pretended that she wasn't full, and took the bowl in.
kitchen.
"Porridge for breakfast?" Sheng Kuang followed closely behind.
Lin Jing turned his head and said "Ah", "Red bean oatmeal porridge."
After a pause, she asked again: "Do you want it?"
Sheng Kuang casually took out a pair of chopsticks and said, "Have some."
Lin Jing handed him the porridge that happened to be in his hand: "I'll give it to you first."
I took it over in a grand way, without thinking much, I said thank you and went out.
In the grand occasion, Lin Jing did not continue watching the show, and everyone else had not yet woken up. Auntie went to clean elsewhere. He was the only two people in the restaurant, guarding a large dining table, drinking porridge in silence.
It was obvious that I was quite sleepy and had no appetite. Except for the porridge, I didn’t even touch the xiaolongbao and vegetables on the table with my chopsticks. Then I swallowed the porridge very slowly, just like drinking Chinese medicine.
Lin Jing drank a bowl of porridge and didn't eat very fast.
At the end of the meal, Lin Jing glanced at the porridge in front of Shengjian and realized that it was the bowl she had just used...
Lin Jing said "Ah": "You..."
Her eyes fell on the spoon held in Sheng Cheng's hand.
In addition to bowls, there are also spoons...
She swallowed hard and swallowed the words "You seem to be using my bowl" that she almost said out of her mouth.
Seeing that she was halfway through her words, Sheng Kuang had no follow-up and turned to look at her: "Huh?"
Lin Jing opened her mouth and avoided his gaze: "...Have you received my WeChat message?"
Shengcheng: "Yes, I received it."
Lin Jing: "Well...it's good to receive it."
grand occasion:"……"
After finishing the porridge, he put down his spoon, leaned back on the chair casually, picked up his mobile phone, and had no intention of leaving.
Compared to his calmness, Lin Jing, who realized that she had given the wrong bowl and spoon, was too embarrassed to stay any longer. She quickly swallowed the last few mouthfuls of porridge, took her phone, pointed upstairs, and left it hastily.
He said "I've finished eating" and ran away.
Lin Jing met the cleaning aunt across from each other in the living room. Before the cleaning aunt could call her, she had already jumped into the elevator.
"This kid ran in such a hurry." The cleaning lady said, holding something similar to a ticket and entering the restaurant. She thought there was no one in the restaurant, but when she saw the grand scene, she was shocked: "Why?
Wake up so early?"
Sheng Kuang stood up slowly and said "ah" slowly, "I woke up."
The cleaning lady asked worriedly: "Did I wake you up? I just turned on the vacuum cleaner."
"No," Sheng Kuang pinched his neck: "It's WeChat. I got up after reading two messages."
The cleaning lady was relieved.
Sheng Kuang was carrying the unfinished half bottle of water and was about to go back upstairs. He had just taken two steps when the cleaning lady stopped him and shouted: "By the way, is this still useful?"
Sheng Cheng turned around and saw the cleaning lady handing over a ticket.
These are tickets for yesterday's qualifiers.
He paused and raised his eyelids slightly: "Where did you see it?"
Cleaning lady: "It's on the shoe cabinet. I just saw it when I was packing up my things. Is this still useful? If not, I'll throw it away."
Sheng Cheng said nothing, lowered his head and looked at the tickets again.
Everyone who lives in this villa, except for the girl on the third floor, has a work permit and does not need a ticket.
After two seconds, Sheng Kuang laughed: "I neglected it."