The two of them walked from the fruit and vegetable area to the snack area. Wen Xia was not a person who was particularly keen on snacks, but today, following Lin Fengqi, he thought about the reason why he followed him, that the young master was in a good mood and was generous.

Take the snacks that you like!

Take the ones with nice packaging!

Take the ones that you have eaten before and thought were good!

When the two of them walked to the Shenxiandao area, the shopping cart was almost full of snacks.

Lin Fengqi said nothing, but every time Wen Xia threw a bag of snacks into the car, he would take a few more glances and remember them silently.

Wen Xia picked out a few pieces of chicken breast and beef for Wen Da'e. It happened that the supermarket also had some killed quails for sale, so he bought one as well. After packing up all the things and putting them into the shopping cart, he asked Lin Fengqi: "Is there anything missing at home?"

Lin Fengqi was stunned. He originally thought that Wen Xia was just here to buy what he needed, but he didn't expect that he would also consider the situation at home.

He clearly remembered that Wen Xia said that she wanted to draw a clear line with him and mind her own business... But this morning he made breakfast for Wen Xia and Wen Xia ate it. He came to the supermarket to find Wen Xia, and Wen Xia was not angry. She

even took the initiative to discuss family matters with him...

Did Wen Xia forget about "drawing a clear line"?

Then he must be careful not to mention this matter, and try not to let Wen Xia remember it again. He doesn't want to draw a clear line with Wen Xia.

"It's a bit cold today, why don't we make some soup." Wen Xia said again.

Lin Fengqi came back to his senses, made up his mind, and said, "Let me do it."

Wen Xia happily waved his hand and took charge of the counter. Now it was Lin Fengqi who pushed the cart in front to pick out vegetables and meat, and he walked leisurely behind to sightsee.

Returned with a full load.

When checking out, Wen Xia had just taken out his mobile phone, and Lin Fengqi had silently handed over his bank card.

He glanced at him.

Lin Fengqi's face was normal, and this action was done very naturally.

There were too many things to put in one bag, so Wen Xia asked the cashier to divide it into two bags, and he and Lin Fengqi each carried a bag and walked out.

The underground floor of the supermarket leads directly to the parking lot, and the two cars are parked in different areas. Lin Fengqi walked two or three meters with a large bag before he realized that the footsteps beside him had stopped.

He looked back and found that Wen Xia was carrying another bag and walking in a different direction.

Noticing his gaze, Wen Xia stopped: "What's wrong?"

Lin Fengqi said: "My car is not there."

"I know," Wen Xia pointed in the direction he was going, "My car is parked here."

"..."

Seeing the man in a daze, Wen Xia immediately understood.

Lin Fengqi meant to take him back, right? But he has a car! Lin Fengqi knew that.

Unless, Lin Fengqi thought he didn't drive.

Wen Xia's mind turned quickly, and in a few seconds he sorted out the whole incident - so Lin Fengqi thought he didn't drive, and didn't bring an umbrella, so he wanted to pick him up, but he went to the wrong place, waited there stupidly for more than an hour, and ran to the supermarket because of what he said, or to pick him up? What Wen Xia

thought was basically right.

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Fengqi didn't think he didn't drive, but he had completely forgotten that he had a car.

In other words, regardless of whether he forgot or not, he just wanted to find a reason to meet him.

But Lin Fengqi thought that Wen Xia would go with him, but she drove herself, so there was no need for him to pick her up...

It made him seem... self-indulgent.

Lin Fengqi's ears turned red at lightning speed.

His expression suddenly became a little stiff, and he silently looked away as if he had done something wrong, and responded in a neutral tone.

Wen Xia was about to say something, but Lin Fengqi didn't give him a chance. He turned around and walked away. His steps were steady, but there was still a sense of embarrassment as if he was running away.

Soon, the man's figure turned into another area of ​​the parking lot and could not be seen.

Wen Xia stood there for a while and couldn't help laughing.

How could there be such a stupid person!

Tsk, but he's so damn cute.

The two returned home one after the other.

Lin Fengqi was still embarrassed by his "self-conceit". He didn't dare to look at Wen Xia directly when he got home. As soon

as he saw him, he seemed to remember something, and his ears turned red. Wen Xia pretended not to see it, and stuffed Wen Daye's chicken breast and beef into the freezer to kill insects. Then he looked at the bag of ingredients that Lin Fengqi brought back and asked him: "What are you eating tonight? Do you want to cook or do I?"

Lin Fengqi had been standing beside him and secretly glanced at him several times when he wasn't paying attention. He was suddenly called and was stunned for a moment before reacting: "I'll cook."

Wen Xia gave him the stove and went to look through the snacks he bought.

How should I put it? Shopping is like this sometimes. When you buy it, you feel that you want everything, but when you really get it, you find that you don't like it that much. For example, among this pile of snacks, the ones he likes account for very few, but at that time, he was in a good mood and everything seemed to be "not bad".

Lin Fengqi paid for the money, and Wen Xia suddenly felt a little guilty. He took out the consumption receipts under the bag, calculated the total amount of his snacks and the raw bones and meat he bought for Wen Daye, and shouted to the kitchen: "Lin Fengqi, I will transfer the money to you later!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "clang" sound from inside, like the sound of a stainless steel basin falling to the ground.

He thought something had happened, but when he looked over, he saw Lin Fengqi standing there in a daze. When he saw him coming, he suddenly came to his senses and bent down to pick up the basin.

"What are you doing?" Wen Xia asked at the door.

"...Nothing," Lin Fengqi picked up the basin with a calm expression, "What money?"

"It's the money I paid for those snacks at the supermarket just now. Didn't you pay for it?" Wen Xia said, "It's too much."

Lin Fengqi didn't say anything, and turned around with the basin.

Wen Xia was puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Fengqi: "No, nothing."

He was wrong.

He thought Wen Xia had forgotten about "drawing a clear line", so why did he calculate the money so clearly? Doesn't it mean that he didn't forget at all? Was he willing to have dinner with him just as a courtesy because he picked him up today? Yes, although he smiled at him in the supermarket, he also said "thank you" to him.

Thank you...

Such an unfamiliar word.

How could this be...

The man's back was suddenly shrouded in a shadow, as if the rain outside the house had moved inside the house.

Wen Xia was confused. After thinking about it, he found that this question was really confusing and he couldn't solve it.

Forget it, transfer the money first.

He should be grateful to Lin Feng for his kindness, and he should not take this little thing.

After transferring the money to Lin Fengqi, Wen Xia stood at the door of the kitchen, watching someone busy inside, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

What happened in the parking lot just now has not been followed up yet.

He stepped in: "Let me help."

Lin Fengqi: "No need."

"What time is it? I'm hungry. Hurry up, both of you." Wen Xia said, taking off his apron and putting it on.

When he looked up, he saw Lin Fengqi staring at him blankly, and his ears slowly turned red again.

Wen Xia looked down at himself, thinking, isn't it just an apron for cooking? Is it necessary to... Wait, Lin Fengqi isn't wearing it? This is the only apron in the house.

It seems... He also wants to see it.

Want to see Lin Fengqi wearing this.

Lin Fengqi was stunned for only two seconds, and quickly forced himself to pull away. The scene was so shocking. He never dreamed that one day he would see Wen Xia wearing an apron and cooking with him at home.

Why is Wen Xia so cute even in an apron...

Who can stand it?

He turned his head away calmly, pretending nothing happened, and continued to wash the vegetables: "Then cut the radish."

But after he said this, there was no sound of the knife falling for a long time. He tilted his head slightly to see what was going on, and suddenly met a pair of eyes that suddenly approached.

Wen Xia didn't know when she walked behind him, and the apron had been taken off. When she saw him turn around, she blinked innocently, and then her eyes slowly slid down from his face to his hands: "What vegetables are you washing, and why are you washing so slowly."

The distance was a bit close.

Lin Fengqi's body stiffened: "Spinach."

"Oh... that's true, spinach roots are quite muddy, you have to wash them clean," Wen Xia said, picking up the apron in her hand and shaking it, "How about you wear this, I'm just helping anyway, it won't get greasy."

Lin Fengqi was stunned and said, "No need."

"Yes, yes."

"I... don't

need it." "Yes, yes, yes."

"..."

Since Wen Xia moved in, Lin Fengqi has never worn an apron when cooking.

In front of someone you like, it's a bit... shy.

At a close distance, Wen Xia can more intuitively and clearly see how Lin Fengqi's ears turn red. Lin Fengqi may not even realize how much his eyes change when he looks at the apron.

First he tried to resist, then he was entangled, and a little pitiful. But he didn't want to show his pity, so he hesitated and finally closed his eyes, and made up his mind. Wen Xia was like watching a dramatic pantomime up close.

Lin Fengqi reached out to take the apron, very politely: "Thank you."

Wen Xia smiled: "You're welcome."

He watched Lin Fengqi put on the apron, and when he was tying the belt with his backhand, he said: "Let me help you."

Before Lin Fengqi could refuse, Wen Xia had already taken out two belts from his hand.

The two touched their fingers.

Lin Fengqi had just been washing vegetables, and his hands were wet and cold after being touched by cold water.

The man paused and suddenly withdrew his hand, as if he had been electrocuted.

Wen Xia stretched out her hand and grabbed the tips of his four fingers. When Lin Fengqi almost stopped breathing, she said calmly, "It's so cold? You don't even have hot water at home, do you?"

He only grabbed two of them for two seconds and then let go. He looked around and found the water heater above the sink: "Isn't it here? Why don't you turn it on?"

He reached out to touch the switch of the water heater.

The two were already very close, and Wen Xia took a step forward and leaned forward.

The fabric rubbed against each other, and Lin Fengqi could hardly believe it. He could not retreat. He leaned on the edge of the pool with one hand, feeling Wen Xia's body temperature through the fabric, his breath brushing against his ear, and...

"Isn't this better?"

The clear voice whispered softly, vibrating on his eardrums, flowing all the way to his brain, heart, and even his limbs.

Lin Fengqi suddenly felt his hand on the edge of the pool soften.

In a few seconds, Wen Xia had already retreated, with a calm demeanor: "Okay, I'll cut the radishes, you wash the vegetables with warm water."

After saying that, he turned away from him and did his own thing.

Lin Fengqi's Adam's apple moved, forcing his stiff body to relax, and turned around a little bit to continue washing the vegetables, but he was still absent-minded.

The blade cut through the radish, making a crisp sound, and finally fell on the chopping board with a "dong" sound.

The sound rang for a while, and Wen Xia asked: "Now that you're done, is there anything else?"

At this time, Lin Fengqi was still washing spinach.

"Nothing else." He didn't look back, and said in a flat voice.

"Oh, then call me when you're done."

"Okay."

Wen Xia left the kitchen.

After he left, Lin Fengqi turned off the water, supported the edge of the sink with one hand, and supported his forehead with the other hand. As if all the strength had been drained away, he let out a long, long sigh.

He still didn't turn on the hot water. The cold water droplets on his hands could clearly feel the temperature of his forehead - he didn't have a fever.

But he clearly felt that he was dying.

Wen Xia didn't even wash his hands and just went back to the room.

Wen Da'e came over with a meow. For the first time, Wen Xia did not respond as his cat son would. He numbly closed the door. Two seconds later, he sat down on the ground with his body limp against the door. He buried his face deeply in his slightly cool palms and slowly uttered, "Help..." The soft

hair on his temples fell down, revealing his fair ears.

The bright red color gradually rose from the base of the ears until it covered the entire ear, and then went down to the neck and spread into the collar.

Wen Da'e didn't understand what was going on. He cried in a baby voice and scratched the man's trouser leg with his claws.

The palm of his hand was gradually stained with the warmth of Shan's cheek. Wen Xia listened to the sound of his chest beating and thought, maybe this is what they call, you reap what you sow.

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Today is Xia Xia's A!

But A found that both sides were hurt after the battle.

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