The boss comes down the mountain, the shady second master is addicted to flirting

When Tang Qingnian put on his socks and put on new cotton slippers and went downstairs, he happened to hear Xie Jingshen's indifferent voice: "The person you are investigating is related to Zhang Yaotong?"

Shen Xingchen responded with a "hmm". Thinking of those ridiculous things, he was still furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Conspired to kill a girl. It's outrageous and insane!"

Xie Jing glanced deeply at Sister Feng and Zhou Zhaonan who were huddled in the corner.

Tang Qingnian came over and sat on the sofa.

Xie Jing asked her deeply: "Is it related to the ghost you want to save?"

Tang Qingnian nodded: "Yes."

Shen Xingchen admired Xie Jingshen's cleverness, "Second brother, as expected of you, I guessed it!"

Xie Jingshen ignored him.

That expression clearly said: Is it difficult to guess?

Having been outsmarted by several brothers since he was a child, Shen Xingchen didn't care about Xie Jingshen's attitude and sighed: "I've checked both the person and the evidence, but this bastard is not in the country, so it's not easy to deal with him."

Xie Jingshen said casually: "Send me the basic information."

"Yes." Shen Xingchen immediately smiled brightly and flattered him hurriedly: "With the help of my second brother, I'm sure we will get twice the result with half the effort."

Not long after.

Ji Yang rang the doorbell outside the big iron door and brought a complete set of tableware.

Tang Qingnian was about to make a move when Xie Jingshen stopped him and asked Shen Xingchen to get it instead.

Shen Xingchen ran some errands indifferently.

Heartless.

Until now, I haven't noticed the difference between Xie Jingshen and Tang Qingnian.

It is not early.

Xie Jingshen went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As the owner of this house, how could Tang Qingnian have the nerve to let his guests cook alone? No matter what, you should go and help.

Seeing her entering the kitchen, Xie Jing frowned: "Why did you come in?"

Tang Qingnian said matter-of-factly: "Let me go with you. You are a guest. How can I let you cook alone?"

After a while of observation, Xie Jingshen finally figured out that Tang Qingnian really didn't have much trouble with dysmenorrhea. And her words of "together" made it difficult for him to refuse.

He was silent for a moment, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of "together". He lowered his head and did his own thing, without even looking at her, and said in a lukewarm tone: "You peeled off the garlic."

"Okay." Tang Qingnian nodded, picked up a piece of garlic and couldn't help but look at Xie Jingshen who was preparing the dishes out of the corner of his eye.

He is dressed formally.

Black shirt, trousers, leather shoes, tie, watch, belt...

Exquisite and meticulous.

Dressed in elite attire, but cooking.

The ultimate sense of contrast, too eye-catching

Tang Qingnian can cook, but the taste is not very good. Xie Jingshen's food preparation process is similar to her cooking process. She prepares all the required ingredients first and then starts cooking. His joints are clear, his movements are neither slow nor slow, and he is extremely graceful. To those who knew, the man was cooking, but to those who didn’t, they thought he was carving some valuable work of art.

The light source above the kitchen is a cool white color.

His temperament is aloof from the outside world, as cold as if he were otherworldly. The cold white light fell on him from above, making him look even more otherworldly, almost like a fairy or a demon.

In the semi-open kitchen, you can vaguely hear voices talking outside.

Tang Qingnian entered a state of selflessness at this moment.

All she could see was him.

Fragments of memories of that night emerged uncontrollably in my mind.

She slept with him in her arms all night.

He even kicked him the next day.

Both cheeks were red and hot uncontrollably.

Tang Qingnian lowered his head and did not look at him, focusing on picking garlic, trying to divert his attention.

Xie Jingshen could feel that she was looking at him just now, and he could also feel that she looked away. I felt a little unhappy at the top of my heart, and a cold voice sounded in the small kitchen: "Come here."

Tang Qingnian said "Huh?" in confusion.

"Help me take off my sleeves."

His voice was still very light, and he couldn't hear much emotion. He is holding a fish in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, handling the fish scales that the fishmonger has not cleaned. Before starting to prepare the dishes, he simply rolled up his sleeves, but at some point he let them go.

Tang Qingnian clearly remembered that when she looked at him just now, her sleeves were still rolled up.

Why did it suddenly fall off?

Is handling the fish too much?

If you think so.

Tang Qingnian walked towards him in a few steps.

Xie Jingshen was standing in front of the sink. She leaned over and he turned slightly to make it easier for her to move.

The scent of sandalwood in his nose and the unique aura intensified, making Tang Qingnian feel dizzy, and the feeling of drunkenness spread throughout his body. She blinked hard and forced herself to calm down. He raised his hand to cover his sleeves and helped him roll them up bit by bit. His body temperature was a bit cold, just like the person he was.

Tang Qingnian's warm fingertips occasionally rubbed and touched his skin.

There seemed to be electric currents running wildly in the air.

His unique breath fell from the top of his head: "Do you have an apron at home?"

Breathing distance.

Tang Qingnian could even feel the deep resonance coming from his chest when he spoke.

Probably because she was leaning too close, her heartbeat sped up randomly, as if there was a deer running around there, and she was a little confused.

Didn't get a reply for a long time.

The man's voice became even lower and hoarse: "What are you thinking about? Are you so lost in thought?"

Tang Qingnian's thoughts were pulled back, and he hurriedly said: "No, it's nothing. What did you just say?"

The words fall.

The man leaned down suddenly, getting closer and closer to each other.

Tang Qingnian's pupils trembled, and he almost stopped breathing in fear.

I don’t understand what he’s doing so close to me all of a sudden?

Xie Jing's warm breath hit her face, but her tone was still cold, with a hint of sullenness: "You can't hear me from too far away? Can you hear me clearly now?"

He was too close.

Tang Qingnian could almost see the extremely tiny pores on his skin.

The lip shape is particularly sexy and beautiful.

As she opened and closed, her breath enveloped her, making her heart tremble even more.

She nodded mechanically.

The man asked again: "I asked you if you have an apron?"

"Yes." Tang Qingnian shrank back and distanced himself from each other, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I, I'll get it."

Say it.

She turned around and walked away as if running away.

The base of the ear is bleeding red.

Xie Jingshen clearly saw the roots of her red ears, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc. She turned sideways and faced the vegetable sink and continued to process the fish.

As long as the little girl is shy.

She slept with him in her arms that night, and she never showed the slightest sign of being shy when he said those words to his face.

He thought he really couldn't seduce her.

It seems that the method is not working right, verbal teasing is not effective, and the little girl really covets his body even more.

It's time to adjust your strategy.

A modest gentleman cannot find a wife.

You still have to be shameless to chase girls.

Tang Qingnian quickly brought the apron over.

She has only used it twice.

It's the half-length kind.

She always felt uncomfortable wearing it all over her head and hanging her neck, so the aprons she kept at home were all half-length ones.

At that time, Xie Jingshen was already slicing fish.

He is going to make fish in sour soup.

Tang Qingnian walked over and handed him the apron: "Second Master, this is the only one, okay?"

Xie Jingshen didn't even raise her head: "Tie it on for me."