The man shook his head silently and stood in the living room to observe the layout of the villa.

Afterwards, he raised his hand and pointed to the sofa not far away, and walked towards the kitchen.

Qin Yiren was a little dizzy and sat down on the sofa with a small blanket. He heard the crisp sound of pots and pans in the kitchen.

She is no longer the only one in the huge villa.

Perhaps people are always fragile when they are sick, and this fact makes her feel at ease.

He picked up the remote control and turned down the volume of the TV. Qin Yiren looked back from time to time and looked at the direction of the kitchen, a little worried that the man would not use the kitchen utensils imported from abroad.

After all, the other party can’t speak. Even if he really can’t use it, he can’t ask. He can only explore it slowly by himself, right?

But the labels on the kitchenware are all in English...

The more I thought about it, the more I felt nervous. Qin Yiren held her dizzy forehead and took some time to move to the kitchen door.

Looking up at the man with his back to her, she quietly cared about the other party's self-esteem: "Actually, this is my friend's house, and I use the latest black technology. I have never seen some things before.

If it is convenient…”

She wanted to say that she could order takeaway, but she saw the man turn sideways and look at her.

Without the obstruction of the man, she saw the leaping flames on the stove, with a cute casserole on it, emitting steam.

OK, it seems that she was overly worried.

He stopped a little embarrassedly, Qin Yiren blinked and tried to get through the test: "I mean, don't do it too complicated, just the simplest one."

The man seemed not to care about her purpose and nodded lightly.

Qin Yiren smiled at him and turned around to return to the living room. I don’t know if it was because of the movements too fast or what, but there was another dizzy turn in front of me.

The slender eyelashes trembled, and Qin Yiren came to her senses and did not wait for the expected pain.

I don’t know when she leaned halfway in the man’s arms, her back against the man’s chest, and she could smell the cigarette on the man’s body while breathing.

Through the thin clothes in early summer, she could feel a man's clear texture and exercise regularly on weekdays.

"Sorry, I have hypoglycemia."

Sorry, he stood firm again, Qin Yiren was once again glad that he had no force to hold on and sent him a message asking him for help.

Moreover, fortunately, she is a pregnant woman, and the other party is not a handsome man. Otherwise, according to the routine in idol dramas, people might think that she was deliberately pretending to be dizzy and trying to pull the distance between the two, that would be really

Too embarrassing.

Thanking the man again, Qin Yiren continued to work hard to return to the restaurant, but the man still held her arm.

Subconsciously wanting to see the man's expression, Qin Yiren's eyes fixed between the scarf that blocked half of his face and the brim of the hat that was deliberately lowered, and only the man's heroic nose bridge could be seen.

After staring at the bridge of the nose for a moment, she suddenly realized that the man obviously didn't like others paying attention to his appearance. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, and her voice was weak and hoarse caused by a cold: "Don't worry, I'm fine already...

”

As if she noticed her gaze just now, the man did not retract the hand holding her, but just used his other hand to lift the edge of the scarf, confirming her guess with practical actions.

Then, he ignored her wishes, silently and strongly helped her back to the sofa, finally leaned over and took off her shoes, gently pressed her into the sofa and lay down, and finally picked up the thin blanket that fell on the side.

, carefully cover her.

Such careful care made Qin Yiren flattered. Apart from thanking him, he didn't know what to say.

The man's attitude was still calm. After hearing her thanks, he didn't react much and turned back to the kitchen to work on his own.

Qin Yiren looked at the man's back in a daze, feeling a little subtle.

Thinking that the other party might be inconvenient to answer, she took out her cell phone, chose a cat's emoticon pack to thank her, and gently tapped her fingertips and sent it over.

I don't know if the man didn't see her at all, or if he didn't plan to pay attention to her.

Anyway, her message was not responded.

Silently put away his phone, Qin Yiren took the remote control, replaced the variety show without nutrition, and chose the anime that has been very popular recently.

The relaxed plot is always pleasant. She laughs constantly at the TV, and the corners of her scorching lips are brightly curved.

An hour later, the man came out with the food.

A deep gaze projected from under the brim of the hat. Seeing her sitting up unconsciously, staring at the screen with great concentration, not even noticed his existence.

On the small face as big as a palm, the expression changed with the ups and downs of the plot. There were a few pieces of paper beside it. It seemed that he had just cried for a small time, and he looked very cute and silly.

Under the scarf, the man pursed his lips helplessly, amplifying the sound of his footsteps intentionally or unintentionally to avoid scaring her.

"……Um?"

Qin Yiren turned around when she heard the sound and saw the man and his labor fruits. She naturally laughed: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

The man leaned over and placed the food on the coffee table in front of her.

Maybe she didn't want her to wait for too long, and there were two simple dishes and one soup on the tray, and a bowl of very sticky rice porridge.

Qin Yiren picked up the spoon, couldn't wait to taste the rice porridge, and immediately gave the man a thumbs up.

"That...we can eat together if you don't mind."

Looking at the simple home-cooked side dishes on the plate, Qin Yiren hesitated and said: "Are these foods too light? If they don't meet your appetite, there are other ingredients in the refrigerator, so you can make what you like.

.”

The man shook his head and sat down on the single sofa opposite her.

Qin Yiren peeked at him uneasyly. Seeing that the other party had no special reaction, she picked up the chopsticks and picked up some dishes, and ate the bowl of rice porridge with sweat.

She leaned lazily on the sofa. She had just slept all afternoon and was not sleepy yet.

Seeing the man packing her leftovers silently, Qin Yiren carefully said: "Are you sleepy? I live in the room at the end of the corridor, and the others are all guest rooms. You can choose any room you want."

The man shook his head, quietly did his job well, and returned to her again.

"If you are not sleepy, do you want to play games together?" Qin Yiren was worried about how to pass the time. Her slender white fingers pointed the handle on the shelf from a distance, "Do you like it?"

The man raised his hand and looked at the slightly worn sports watch, walked over and picked up the handle, and handed one of them to Qin Yiren.

Qin Yiren opened the game library, selected a racing game from it, and asked him to sit beside him, tilted his head to explain the operation buttons to him.
Chapter completed!