Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The whole house is decorated in a simple style, but the gadgets that can be placed everywhere reflect the taste of the owner.

The light gray carpet on the floor, the green plants by the bay window, and the wind chimes hanging on the balcony...

Full of exquisite life.

Bai Zhen couldn't help but click her tongue secretly.

Say something heartfelt.

As a girl, she lived an exquisite life.

Think about her own room...

The quilt was not folded.

Clothes are crumpled into a ball.

Snow-white fox fur fell all over the floor.

Bai Zhen changed her shoes, and when she walked in, she was a little cautious for fear of soiling the floor.

She took the peaches and sat down on the sofa.

Slightly dumbfounded, he watched the boy take out his apron naturally, tied it around his waist, and then took out a steak and pasta from the refrigerator, ready to cook.

She bit the juicy peach hard, and rolled her eyes in satisfaction.

Ah... This plane is a little brother who kills people without blinking, but is gentle and virtuous and can cook inside...

It's a huge profit!

Bai Zhen watched the busy figure of the young man for a while. When frying the steak, because the aroma was too strong, she couldn't hold back and walked to the side, stretched her neck, and stared straight at the food in the pot. Meat.

The teenager smiled helplessly, cut a small piece, blew it, and handed it to her mouth.

The girl's dark and bright eyes blinked, and she bit down eagerly, hissing for a long time, her big eyes narrowed into two crescents with satisfaction.

what……

It is really good to have a blue pot friend who can cook.

"Go over there and sit down."

The teenager led her to the dining table, helped her pull out the chair, and then took out a pink bib and wrapped it around her chest.

Bai Zhen looked down at the cartoon picture of Peppa Pig above.

...she's not a three-year-old.

When she looked up, the boy had already brought up the steak.

Sit down next to her and carefully cut the pieces for her.

Then he picked up a piece with a fork and put it to her lips, "Ah—"

Bai Zhen:  …

She really isn't a three-year-old.

Bai Zhen grabbed the fork, dragged the plate in front of him, and devoured it.

The young man didn't move the knife and fork, just watched, and wiped the juice stains from the corners of her lips with a paper from time to time.

Bai Zhen:  …

Does she have no hands or is she paralyzed?

Do you need to take care of it like this...

"I'm full." She put down her knife and fork and accepted.

The teenager looked at her unfinished pasta and frowned slightly, "Eat more, you're too thin. It's as light as cotton when you hold it in your arms."

Bai Zhen: ...how does she feel that she has found a father?

She ignored him, pushed the plate aside, took a sip of peach juice, and asked, "So, what's the arrangement now? You just brought me to your house, so you won't be afraid of people from the CIA coming to you?"

"I'm not afraid." Xun Feng replied, "The CIA agrees to instigate the plan, but I must be with you 24 hours a day."

"Spy on me?" Bai Zhen raised her eyebrows.

"Why, you don't want to be with me?"

Xun Feng stretched out his hand and gently lifted her finger, "It was agreed at the beginning that the next time you come to the United States, I will confess my identity to you. And you will officially become my girlfriend."

Bai Zhen tugged her fingers and found that she couldn't move at all. She pouted and said, "Do you know who I am, just my girlfriend?"

The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly curved, and his voice was steady, "Su Lulu, twenty years old, a junior this year.

unmarried. single. "