After Zheng Yao finished speaking, she reached out and touched Yan Jintang's forehead.
Although the weather is hot in summer now, many people still catch heat colds and fevers, which is also common, especially those who wear shirts and trousers every day.
Yan Jintang was caught off guard. The moment Zheng Yao touched his forehead, the hairs hidden under his shirt stood up.
"You don't have a fever? Mr. Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Zheng Yao withdrew her hand and looked at Yan Jintang seriously.
Yan Jintang tried hard to control the urge to hug her, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm leaving first, I'm leaving first."
Yan Jintang turned around and left, so fast that even Zheng Yao was surprised.
She was messy in the store.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
Yan Jintang finally calmed down after returning home, but when he sat on the sofa and thought about the young policeman again, a sour feeling spread in his chest again.
He closed his eyes, cursed himself inwardly, then got up to make a phone call.
"Monkey, go check on that little policeman who always goes to Zheng Yao's store."
“…”
"Yeah, he should be from the nearby traffic team. He's about the same height and weight as me, with a buzz cut and slightly protruding ears."
“…”
"Well, don't forget to pick up Zheng Yao tonight."
Yan Jintang arranged everything, then took out the books from his briefcase and put them in the drawer, and then he lay on the sofa thinking of a solution.
I fell asleep without realizing it.
He was awakened at night by the smell of meat.
The kitchen was the only place with lights on in the whole house. It wasn't dark outside, but the kitchen was very dark without the lights on.
He looked at the time and it was seven twenty.
Seeing that he woke up, the monkey came over and handed him a piece of paper.
Yan Jintang looked back at Zheng Yao in the kitchen, then opened the paper.
[Wang Haiyang, male, 26 years old, Han nationality... 200 words omitted here]
After Yan Jintang finished reading it, he realized that the man was actually a nearby traffic policeman, Zheng Yao, whom he met because of buying soy sauce.
It turned out that the person who rescued her at the intersection that day was this Wang Haiyang.
Looking at this man, he has been planning this for a long time.
He rubbed his eyebrows. Why is it so difficult to fall in love?
Seeing how miserable he was, the monkeys wanted to help him. How could someone who was usually so decisive and opinionated be worse than a young boy at this moment?
The monkey went to the kitchen.
"Hey, little Zheng Yao, what delicious food do you make tonight? Can I have some too?"
"Okay, Brother Monkey. I'm making wontons with pork and celery. I made a lot of stuffing, and I'm worried I won't be able to finish it. Uncle Ling brought me the pork."
"That's great. Hey, little Zheng Yao, did Mr. Yan visit you this afternoon?"
Zheng Yao nodded. "Yeah, he stayed for two or three minutes and then left. I don't know what he was going to do."
The monkey suppressed a laugh and said, "Can't you see? I think I'm jealous?"
"Jealous? Jealous of what? Jealous of whom?"
The monkey suddenly felt that these two people had pig brains.
What a perfect match.
"Little Zheng Yao, you really can't fail to see that Mr. Yan likes you very much, right?"
After Monkey finished speaking, Zheng Yao's hands, which were making wontons, trembled. "Brother Monkey, stop joking. Mr. Yan is almost my elder. Even if he likes me, it's just the way an elder likes a younger person!"
Monkey rolled his eyes. "Only a dozen years older, not much. Mr. Yan takes good care of himself and looks very young. When you two go out together, he looks like he's seven or eight years older than you."
After Monkey finished speaking, Zheng Yao actually thought about the scene of going out with Yan Jintang.
But then he quickly reacted, "Brother Monkey, I really don't dare to say anything careless, I'm afraid Mr. Yan will be upset if he hears it."
Although Zheng Yao said this, she was still a little distracted when making the wontons.
I threw all the wontons in, but the water wasn't boiling yet.
"Oh, do I need to stir it a little? Will it stick to the pan?"
Monkey quickly took a cooking spoon and reached into the pot to stir it gently a few times. Then Zheng Yao came to her senses.
"Let me do it, let me do it, Brother Monkey. Don't say these things next time, it scares me."
Monkey looked at Zheng Yao's slightly red ears and pulled the corner of his mouth. "Little Zheng Yao, since Brother Monkey knows you so well, can you please be honest with me? Do you really not like Mr. Yan?"
Zheng Yao looked at the wontons and was a little anxious when Monkey asked her this question. "I don't like it! Mr. Yan, I am your elder!"
The monkey felt bored and was about to leave the kitchen when he saw Yan Jintang standing at the kitchen door with a gloomy face.
"It's all over."
The monkey muttered something, and Zheng Yao turned around to look, and found Yan Jintang staring at her with an extremely ugly expression.
Could it be that he heard it?
....
Yan Jintang opened the kitchen door and the monkey quickly slipped out.
He paused for a long time before speaking, "You, you said you treat me as an elder?"
His tone was a bit stiff, and Zheng Yao felt that he seemed a little angry.
But now that things have come to this, "Well, Mr. Yan, I respect you very much and naturally regard you as my elder. Don't be angry, I'm not saying you're old, I mean that in my heart you deserve the same respect as my elders."
Well, the man felt that it would be better not to say this.
"Zheng Yao, do you still think I'm old?"
Zheng Yao stood in the kitchen, looking at Yan Jintang's tall figure with her small body, and suddenly felt that it would be better for her to keep quiet.
But if I don’t say anything, will Yan Jintang get even angrier?
"No, I really didn't say you're old... You look so young, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say you're my brother, how could you be old? Age is never a problem! Age is just a number! Some people are young but look old! For example, my high school classmate, Liu Datong, is two months younger than me, but he looks like he's in his forties..."
Before Zheng Yao finished speaking, Yan Jintang suddenly strode into the kitchen and stopped when he was still ten centimeters away from her.
This was the first time Zheng Yao was so close to him!
She could smell the scent of soap on him, um, it was the scent of jasmine.
Her heart suddenly started to beat fast, and she didn't know whether to raise or lower the hand holding the spatula. When she raised her head slightly, she saw the stubble on Yan Jintang's chin, and his sexy chin and lips.
His skin is pretty good.
Also, it's quite white...
Yan Jintang bent down slightly, and the postures of the two suddenly became extremely ambiguous.
Zheng Yao stared with wide eyes as Yan Jintang's head got closer and closer to her...
Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breathe, but at the same time, I felt a glimmer of anticipation...
What a strange feeling.
It was like walking barefoot on warm sand, looking at the waves of the sea, and at this moment she was the wave.
A "click" sound brought her back to her thoughts that had wandered far away.
Zheng Yao didn't wait for Yan Jintang to do anything to her because Yan Jintang just turned off the stove behind her.
Then a deep male voice sounded overhead, "If you don't turn it off, the water will overflow."
Zheng Yao realized immediately that she had forgotten about the wontons!
His face instantly turned red and he quickly turned around to look at the pot!
The wontons are cooked!
Yan Jintang left the kitchen, and the moment he turned his back, a smile appeared on his face.
She is lying.
She didn't even consider him an elder.
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