Chapter 11 The Daughter of a Daughter is Very Delicate 11

Leng Qingfan adjusted the air conditioner to a suitable temperature, went back to the room and got out an air-conditioned quilt, and covered the girl with it. Seeing that the girl was sleeping soundly, he did not bother her.

Turned and went to the kitchen.

...

When Haitang opened her eyes, it was already dark. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.

The living room was dark, with only the kitchen light on.

She tiptoed over and saw Leng Qingfan's tall figure busy in the kitchen.

The boy lowered his head and cooked seriously, without turning around to look, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I accidentally fell asleep."

"Come here and wash your hands and prepare to eat."

Seeing that the girl behind him hadn't made any movement for a long time, Leng Qingfan finished serving the last dish and turned to look at her in confusion...

I saw her bare feet, rubbing her feet slightly, with her toes slightly curled up...

"It's hard to enter the kitchen without slippers."

The girl's voice was soft, and she seemed to feel a little aggrieved.

Leng Qingfan: "......".

"Wait."

Leng Qingfan went to the shoe cabinet and looked around, but there were no slippers that girls could wear! !

I had no choice but to take a pair of slippers that I hadn't opened yet.

Leng Qingfan hesitated. Her feet were so small, could she wear these slippers?

"I don't have any ladies' slippers at home. These are fake. Please make do with them."

"OK."

As he expected...it seems that the little girl stole her father's slippers...

...

Haitang didn't care, because she was really hungry, and the food made by the boy looked delicious, so she immediately washed her hands and sat down obediently, waiting to be fed!

"Eat it."

"Um."

Both of them ate quietly and politely.

Haitang raised her head and glanced at the boy opposite her. Her hostility had faded away, and she looked rather dignified and distinguished.

A feast for the eyes!

...

After the meal, Leng Qingfan automatically collected the dishes and chopsticks, cut a plate of fruit and placed it in the living room, and carefully inserted small toothpicks.

Haitang took out her cell phone from her bag and saw more than a dozen people answering the call.

WeChat:

(Zihao: Tangtang, why don’t you go home yet?)

(Zihao: Tangtang, where are you? It’s raining so hard outside. I’ll pick you up.)

(Zihao, Tangtang, did something happen to you? Why didn’t you answer the phone?)

...

They were all messages from Feng Zihao. Haitang narrowed her eyes slightly.

(Brother, I am at my school, studying with my classmates and forgot to check my phone. I am fine, don’t worry.)

(If the rain continues to be so heavy, I may not go home today. My phone is running low on battery. You should go to bed early!)

Close your phone and turn it off.

Leng Qingfan sat down on the sofa at the side, leaning back lazily, his long legs swaying slightly as if he had nowhere to put them.

Picking up a cigarette and lighting it, "It's raining outside, do you want to ask your family to pick you up?"

Haitang shook her head and said nothing.

"Then I'll call a car for you?"

Haitang still shook her head and said, "Let's wait until the rain stops."

"What if the rain doesn't stop?"

Haitang looked up at him, seeming a little overwhelmed, "It's not convenient for my family to pick me up... I live in a remote area, and I'm a little scared to take a taxi back so late at night."

Leng Qingfan frowned, "Then you stay at my place for one night?"

"May I?"

"Won't your family be worried?"

"I think so."