Chapter 277 I Thought You Didn’t Want to Open the Door for Me

After Jiang Yuan returned home, he took a shower and packed up, preparing to stay at home and not go out again until half a month later.

Hide from him for half a month, and then it will be all over.

"I can't drink too much in the future, especially when that boy is around." She warned herself secretly.

She sorted out the materials and watched two more episodes of the drama. While watching, she fell asleep on the sofa.

When she woke up, it was almost dark.

Because of her bad writing habits, she usually stays up late at night and writes when she is full of inspiration. She then makes up for it with sleep during the day, turning her whole day and night cycle upside down.

Fortunately, she was stuck during this period, so she didn't stay up late as often.

Seeing that the sun was about to set and she hadn't eaten much for most of the day, she took out her phone to order takeout for herself.

After a lot of skating, I had no idea what to eat, so I finally rolled the dice and chose the restaurant that ranked fifth on her list.

She turned on the floor lamp, drew the curtains, selected an old movie, and prepared to curl up on the sofa to watch a movie.

She had just turned on the projector when the doorbell rang, and was still wondering why the takeaway was delivered so quickly today.

As soon as she opened the door, she was met with a sweet smile on her face.

"Sister Yuan, I'm here to bring you food!"

Jiang Yuan frowned: "Are you working as a part-time rider to experience life?"

"No," Ji Yuanchen raised the takeout box in his hand, looking for praise, "I packed the food from Songhelou, all of which you like."

As he was about to go in, Jiang Yuan reached out to stop him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Ji Yuanchen raised his eyes to look at her: "Eat."

Jiang Yuan folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, not letting him in: "I ordered takeout, you can take it home and eat it yourself."

As he was speaking, the elevator door opened and the rider came out. He read out the door number and handed the takeaway to Jiang Yuan.

"You're just eating this?" Ji Yuanchen said with a look of disgust. "I brought you curry prawns, garlic vermicelli and abalone, braised spareribs, and moonlight over the lotus pond."

Jiang Yuan swallowed her saliva. They were indeed her favorite foods.

She looked down at the takeaway she had ordered, then looked at the exquisitely packaged box in Ji Yuanchen's hand.

no!

Jiang Yuan shook his head, unable to give in for a bite of food.

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, her red lips slightly raised: "How did you know I live here?"

Ji Yuanchen smiled and said, "I asked my sister-in-law about it. She said that you have irregular meals, so I decided to deliver meals to you every day starting today."

"Wanwan." Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth.

Ji Yuanchen took out a box in front of her, opened it, and handed it to her: "Smell it, it smells good. I drove to get it, it's still hot."

Jiang Yuan sniffed it and it smelled really good.

Ji Yuanchen struck while the iron was hot: "If you don't eat it now, it will become cold and not tasty anymore."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, the meal will stay, but you can't go in."

Ji Yuanchen looked at her eagerly: "But I haven't eaten yet."

Jiang Yuan took out his phone and asked, "How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

Ji Yuanchen turned his face away: "I don't want it!"

Jiang Yuan casually transferred a four-digit amount to him and took the meal from him: "Thank you."

"It's getting dark, you should go back."

After saying that, he turned and went into the house and closed the door.

Ji Yuanchen looked at the closed door and drooped his eyes in disappointment.

…

Jiang Yuan basically never goes out when he is working, but Ji Yuanchen really comes every day.

When it was time for dinner, he would knock on her door, and when she opened it, he would stare at her eagerly, hoping that Jiang Yuan would let him in to sit down.

Sometimes Jiang Yuan would accept his meal and transfer the money to him, but sometimes he wouldn't and let him take it home to eat.

But he was never allowed into the house.

This went on for more than a week, and Jiang Yuan almost admired his perseverance.

She went out to meet her editor that day, and it was almost ten o'clock when she got home after dinner.

When she got out of the elevator, she saw a pitiful figure squatting at her door with packed meals beside him.

"Why are you still here?" she asked in surprise.

Ji Yuanchen raised his head, his pair of bright black eyes were wet, like an abandoned puppy.

"I'll wait for you to eat."

"You've just been squatting here?" Jiang Yuan was a little helpless. "Can't you send me a message?"

Ji Yuanchen looked aggrieved: "I knocked on the door, thinking you didn't want to open it for me."

Jiang Yuan sighed: "How long have you been waiting here?"

"I came at six o'clock."

It was almost four hours. Jiang Yuan watched him squatting there obediently. He really looked like the dog she raised when she was a child, Da Huang, who waited for her to come home every day.

Her tone softened: "Didn't you eat? Have you been waiting here?"

"Um."

It's already autumn, and the wind blowing in the corridor is still a bit cold.

Jiang Yuan saw that he was only wearing a thin hoodie, and his heart softened: "Come in first."

Ji Yuanchen's eyes lit up.