Roommate insists on kissing me after going crazy

After Qin Muyang moved out, An Lian took a taxi to school without delay.

From yesterday to now, he has delayed a lot of work, which was not the case before.

Once An Lian puts herself into work, she can always concentrate almost [-]% of her attention, which can be said to be in a state of shielding from the outside world.Several graduate students in the laboratory didn't dare to disturb An Lian after they learned about An Lian's habits. If they had any questions, they would go to Ding Xinqi first.

It was the same today, An Lian seemed to be more involved than usual, and when it came to an end, it was completely dark.

"It's over?" Ding Xinqi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him come out.

The students had already left. If he hadn't waited here, An Lian might have been locked in the laboratory building.

An Lian apologized: "Sorry, I forgot to check the time."

"Your little roommate didn't call to remind you?" Ding Xinqi helped him get the bag, and turned off the lights and heating in the laboratory.

An Lian paused for arranging his coat.

"No."

Having known each other for so many years, Ding Xinqi already knew enough about An Lian's micro-expressions, and he could tell something was wrong at a glance.

"He really moved away, so fast?"

An Lian looked up at him and nodded.

It's just that the reason for moving away is different from what I guessed before.

"He's sick," An Lian added after thinking about it, "It's not serious, and he will move back after a while."

Ding Xinqi raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

Inexplicably, I didn't ask this question any more.

"Then let's go, go to my house for dinner, your sister-in-law is ready," he said, "Your appetite has long been spoiled by Qin Muyang, and I haven't seen how you eat at noon today."

"No," An Lian refused, "I can do it myself."

"Are you being polite or serious with me?"

"Seriously." An Lian said.

He is not in good condition now, he just wants to go home and rest.

An Lian has always been very grateful to Ding Xinqi, because he has very few friends around him, and Ding Xinqi can be said to be the only one in the past few years.

He always respects himself, doesn't force, doesn't ask too much why, and is always just right.

Today is not a working day, and when I returned home smoothly, it was a little earlier than usual for dinner.

However, when An Lian got to the door of the house, she found that there was someone in the house.

It seems that he did not take back the spare key in Qin Muyang's hand.

An Lian frowned.

The first reaction was that Qin Muyang had already moved away, why would he come here?

Secondly...he was a little surprised.

Open the door and enter, the lights in the living room are on, the familiar smell of food wafts from the dining room, and a figure is busy in the kitchen.

"Qin Muyang?" An Lian walked over quickly without taking off his coat.

Before the words were finished, a woman in her 50s came out of the kitchen.

An Lian was taken aback for a moment, then stopped in her tracks, and the eagerness in her expression disappeared.

He looked warily: "Who are you?"

The woman also looked surprised when she saw him, and she was stunned for a while before she smiled and said, "You are the Teacher An that Xiao Qin mentioned, right? I am the Qin family's nanny, you can call me Sister Zhang."

An Lian frowned.

Why is Qin's nanny here?

"Dinner will be ready soon." Sister Zhang smiled happily when she saw him. "You are really busy with work. I have been here for almost half a year, and this is the first time I see you. You are so handsome."

"By the way, Xiao Qin used to come back at six or seven o'clock, why hasn't he come today?"

An Lian was still standing there, full of confusion: "Half a year?"

"Yes," Sister Zhang smiled, "Mr. Qin is not free. I have taken care of Xiao Qin since he was a child. Later, this child suddenly moved out of Qin's family. I knew he was not used to it. Sure enough, I called me over soon. .”

"But he said, Mr. An doesn't like outsiders at home, so just cook." Sister Zhang talked about Qin Muyang, as if she had endless words, "This child has been sensible since he was a child, Mr. An, what do you say?" Yes or no?"

An Lian's mood became complicated, and her eyes fell on those meals.

It's a few dishes that Qin Muyang will do every week, and he is very familiar with it.

"Are these all prepared by you?"

"Yes," Sister Zhang felt that the question was inexplicable, but she still answered, "Today is Saturday, according to the recipe given by Xiao Qin, these are indeed the dishes."

An Lian's mind was a little confused for a while.

I remember that before Qin Muyang moved in, his three meals a day were all settled at school.

Later, it was Qin Muyang who said that the food in the cafeteria was not nutritious, and that he didn't want to eat at home alone, because he thought it was too deserted.

An Lian was very embarrassed at the time, after all, he knew nothing about cooking.Besides, if you have time to learn how to cook, it is better to do a few more experiments.

"It's okay, I'm very good at cooking." Qin Muyang said.

An Lian was surprised at the time.

There are not many children of Qin Muyang's age who know how to cook.

"Cooking is very simple, so it's settled, and I will let you try my cooking in the future."

Since then, An Lian has developed the habit of going home for dinner.

"What about noon?" He asked suddenly.

"Noon?" Sister Zhang paused for a moment, and then said, "Are you busy? I'll make the meal at noon and put it in a thermos bucket. Xiao Qin will come and pick it up when the time comes."

"He didn't bring it to you?"

An Lian: "..."

"Take it." He replied.

"Okay, this meal is ready, so I'll be leaving first." Seeing that An Lian didn't speak any more, Sister Zhang took off her apron and planned to leave. "Remember to let Xiao Qin eat while it's hot."

As she spoke, she walked to the door, and after changing the slippers, she packed the slippers in her handbag and took them away with skillful movements.

Seeing this, An Lian frowned.

"Why didn't you come last night?" He suddenly asked again.

"Yesterday was Friday, didn't Xiao Qin say that you usually go out to eat?" Sister Zhang was confused when asked.

An Lian was stunned for a few seconds and sighed lightly.

Yes, I am usually very busy with work, I go out at [-]:[-] in the morning and don't come back until [-]:[-] in the evening, and I don't care about this family at all during this period.

But Qin Muyang is different, he will leave school at [-]:[-] pm, so every time he returns home, Qin Muyang has already "prepared" dinner.

Only on Friday afternoon, the laboratory would leave work early, earlier than Qin Muyang's school.

Every Friday, Qin Muyang either proposes to eat out or order takeaway.

At that time, An Lian only thought of him as a child, who was greedy occasionally, so she followed him.

Now it seems that is not the case.

It's because he went home too early, so Qin Muyang didn't have the opportunity to invite Sister Zhang to make dinner.

"Teacher An? Then I'm leaving?" Sister Zhang called him when she saw that his expression was wrong.

"Wait." An Lian said.

"You don't come here anymore." He said, "Qin Muyang is returning to Qin's house for the time being."

"Ah?" Sister Zhang opened her eyes wide.

"It's been a long time for you," An Lian said, holding out her hand, "give me the spare key."

……

After seeing off Miss Zhang, An Lian sat down at the dining table.

Sister Zhang prepared two sets of bowls and chopsticks, facing Qin Muyang's usual place.

After looking at it for a while, An Lian picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

He took one bite and put it down.

It tastes exactly the same as what Qin Muyang usually "cooks".

"You mean, the meals that Qin Muyang cooks for you every day are actually made by his nanny."

In the small office next to the laboratory, Ding Xinqi took a sip of coffee slowly.

"En." An Lian finished answering and looked at him, "Why aren't you surprised."

He went over and over the whole night yesterday.

"Bad," Ding Xinqi laughed, "I was much more surprised than I am now when I heard that his skills are comparable to that of a nutritionist."

An Lian frowned.

"If you think about it carefully, you will understand that Qin Muyang is a rich second-generation young master who has been served and raised since childhood. Hiring a nanny is more in line with his personality."

Ding Xinqi gave a "tsk".

"That's you, believe what others say."

An Lian was silent for a long while, then asked again:

"What is his purpose?"

If you don't, why lie that you like to cook?

Moreover, Qin Muyang really concealed it very carefully.

The scene of Sister Zhang taking away her slippers when she went out flashed through An Lian's mind.

If it wasn't for this kind of accident, I don't know when I will find out.

"I know your purpose behind the scenes. I must be afraid that you will refuse." Ding Xinqi glanced at him. "You also know what kind of character you are. Troubling others is harder than cutting a piece of your flesh."

"As for why he insists on having dinner with you," Ding Xinqi thought about it seriously, "Either as he said, he thinks eating in the cafeteria will make you feel wronged, or...he just wants to stay with you. Nothing else. It's gone."

He stood up straight at this point.

"If it wasn't for this incident, I'm really not sure." He looked at An Lian with a slightly serious expression, "This kid is definitely not simple-minded. I've never seen him treat his roommate so well."

"An Lian, think about it for yourself."

The work schedule in the morning was still very full, An Lian tried her best to forget about those things, but the progress of the experiment was still delayed.

Towed to 12:30, just turned off the instrument, the phone rang.

An Lian was surprised when she saw the caller ID.

It turned out to be Qin Muyang.

He changed his overalls and went downstairs, and saw the boy standing downstairs from a distance.

It's hard to ignore that Qin Muyang's temperament has really changed since the car accident.

In the past, when waiting for him downstairs, he always stood very straight, but now he is lazily leaning on the railing beside him, with one hand in his pocket, with an inexplicable air of not being messed with.

But... the way he waved and smiled when he saw him still didn't change at all.

"An Lian! I brought you food, are you surprised?" Qin Muyang walked up to him in two or three steps, and raised the thermos bucket in his hand.

"Didn't you say you don't come here?" An Lian frowned, "Your injury is still not healed, you should rest at home."

"It's been fine for a long time," Qin Muyang's smile didn't change when he heard that, and then he pulled his sleeves and walked towards the restaurant, "Let's go, let's try my handicraft."

An Lian pursed her lips and looked at the corner of her sleeve that had been pulled out of its folds.

After hesitating for a moment, he still stopped.

"What's the matter with the nanny at home?" he asked.

"Huh?" Qin Muyang was taken aback, "What nanny?"

An Lian: "..."

"Sister Zhang who has been cooking for us."

Qin Muyang was dumbfounded by the question.

After thinking about it carefully, he was still puzzled: "When did Sister Zhang cook for us?"

Seeing that he was still pretending to be confused, An Lian was unavoidably annoyed, so she simply changed the way of asking, and her tone was also cold: "Where did you get this lunch?"

Qin Muyang was a little scared, and couldn't figure out why he made An Lian angry again.

He whispered: "I did it."

An Lian: "..."

He just didn't want to talk anymore.

"I asked Chen Liao, and he said that I used to deliver your lunch," Qin Muyang continued to explain in a low voice, "but I went into the kitchen...and found that I don't know how to cook at all."

An Lian was taken aback.

"But I'm pretty good. I succeeded after only a few times of practice." He said, holding the thermos bucket in front of An Lian's eyes, his chin slightly raised, "Try it, try it, your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs , I managed to do it well."

He wasted an unknown amount of ingredients, and finally made a watchable one in a hurry, almost being late.

An Lian didn't know how to react for a moment.

He was about to say something, but suddenly frowned.

"What happened to the hand?"

Qin Muyang paused for lifting the thermos bucket.

"It's my first time cooking, and I'm not very skilled."

He smiled embarrassedly.

An Lian looked at the obvious red burn on the back of his hand, and felt suddenly depressed.

The two eventually went to the restaurant and sat down face to face.

When the lunch box was opened, there were several dishes that An Lian was familiar with, but the hue was indeed... very different from the previous ones.

An Lian was in a complicated mood.

Qin Muyang not only has cognitive impairments now, but also seems to have some confusion about his previous memories, and he can't ask many things clearly.

He sighed, all he could do now was hope that Qin Muyang would get better soon.

After receiving the chopsticks handed over by Qin Muyang, An Lian persuaded without too much hassle: "Don't come here in the future, you are busy with your studies, you need to rest more to get well soon."

Qin Muyang gave a "tsk" when he heard the words: "If I don't come, you will only eat in the cafeteria. The oil is heavy and unpalatable. You are not used to it."

He said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm talented in cooking, and I'll take care of your lunch in the future."

An Lian tightened her hand holding the chopsticks.

This sentence is exactly the same as what Qin Muyang said before.

He didn't speak any more, just ate seriously with lowered eyes.

But as soon as he took a bite, he froze.

"How is it?" Qin Muyang leaned over with bright eyes.

An Lian closed her eyes, trying to hold back.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't hold it back, and after swallowing it reluctantly, he coughed violently.

Qin Muyang was startled, and quickly handed him water: "Why, what's the matter?"

An Lian held the corner of the table with her hands, coughing until the corners of her eyes were red.

Facing Qin Muyang's concerned eyes, he couldn't say anything.

But this dish is really, too hard to eat.