I, Sand Sculpture Shou, fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

He Jia asked him, "No way? Did you even forget to cook?"

Xie Qixing went to the plot this week, but he has been greedy for Xie Qixing's braised pork.

Xie Qixing said displeased: "What are you talking about? As the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, how can I cook myself?"

He Jia thought about his lost braised pork, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "OK, OK, wait, I'll make you some instant noodles."

He Jia soaked two barrels of instant noodles and took them back. Xie Qixing smelled the strong aroma of instant noodles, and opened his eyes slightly in disbelief: "What kind of food is this, it can have such a strange smell?"

He Jia despised him: "I don't even know about food additives, so old-fashioned."

The two finished eating the instant noodles with Xie Qixing's admiration on his face. Seeing that it was getting late, He Jia taught Xie Qixing to take a bath, and then taught him to change into pajamas. Finally, he turned on the TV for Xie Qixing and found that today surprised Xie Qixing. SpongeBob SquarePants, choose a random episode for him to watch.

He Jia was tired. He felt that he was taking care of the child. With one hand on his waist, he said tiredly, "I'm going to take a shower, watch TV by yourself, don't touch things."

Xie Qixing stared at the TV and nodded.

He Jia became more and more like a worried old father: "Straighten up, don't get so close to the TV."

Xie Qixing waved his hands impatiently: "I see, you can go."

When He Jia came out of the shower, he saw Xie Qixing holding the cushions on the sofa in his hands, staring at the TV engrossed, with a slightly nervous expression on his face.

Hearing He Jia's movement, Xie Qixing stared at the TV and asked without looking back, "Why is the crab's daughter a whale?"

He Jia: "..."

Thank you Qixing for being so innocent, thanking Qixing for being so curious, He Jia only wished that he hadn't recorded Xie Qixing's childlike voice just now.

Xie Qixing looked back at He Jia who was immersed in regret in doubt: "What are you doing?"

"No, no." He Jia took the hair dryer next to him and said, "I'll blow your hair."

Xie Qixing's long hair was hanging wet behind his back. He Jia went around behind Xie Qixing and turned on the hair dryer. Xie Qixing was startled by the sound of the hair dryer, but he soon calmed down and let He Jia play with his hair.

Xie Qixing's hair was exceptionally smooth, He Jia always felt itchy in his heart when he held it in his hand, he suddenly wanted to do something.

So he raised one hand forward, and while holding the hair dryer, he kept retreating towards the cabinet behind him, and took out a pair of scissors from the cabinet in an extremely twisted and strenuous posture.

He carefully gestured with the scissors, inserted one leg of the scissors into Xie Qixing's thick black hair, and planned to cut off a small strand of Xie Qixing's hair.Who knew that Xie Qixing turned around suddenly: "What are you doing?"

He Jia was doing something wrong, but when Xie Qixing was so frightened, his hands shook, and he only heard a "click"...

Xie Qixing looked at the sharp scissors in He Jia's hand facing his head expressionlessly, and then looked down at the countless black hairs on the ground.

He Jia held up the scissors and asked him, "Would you believe me if I said that I really didn't assassinate you?"

Xie Qixing: "..."

He Jia tried his best to convince Xie Qixing that he just wanted a lock of Xie Qixing's hair. Xie Qixing touched the place on the back of his head that was obviously missing a piece of hair, completely helpless.

I ran into a little problem when I was sleeping at night. Xie Qixing said that he was not used to sleeping with others and insisted on sleeping on the small sofa, but the sofa was narrow and small. Xie Qixing slept on it tossing and turning, and almost fell to the ground several times , He Jia greeted him: "Come here, are you still afraid of what I will do to you?"

As soon as the words came out, He Jia had an epiphany, let alone, Xie Qixing might really be afraid of what he would do to him - who made him use the scissors to make gestures at the back of his head tonight?

So He Jia said, "I promise I won't cut your hair."

Xie Qixing sighed for a long time: "Forget it, I'm dependent on others now, even if you really want to do something to me, I can't do anything." After speaking, he hugged the quilt and pillow and returned to the bed.

That night, He Jia slept very deeply. When he woke up the next day, he felt his embrace. He habitually leaned towards Xie Qixing, but felt Xie Qixing pulling back. He opened his eyes and saw Xie Qixing looked defensive: "Get up when you wake up, don't hug me."

"Young man," He Jia said with a look of regret, "You don't even know what you missed."

Xie Qixing calmly got up to wash up, and asked He Jia, "What's for breakfast?"

He Jia: "Instant noodles."

Xie Qixing frowned: "It's instant noodles again?"

"Didn't you say it was delicious yesterday?"

"You can't always eat the same thing."

"Yesterday we ate braised beef flavor," He Jia justified the name of the instant noodles: "Today we can eat seafood flavor."

Xie Qixing: "..."

Xie Qixing is much more particular about food than He Jia. After being fed instant noodles for three days in a row, he finally couldn't help but cook for himself. He Jia leaned on the door frame to watch Xie Qixing skillfully chop vegetables, smelling the familiar aroma Swallow saliva.

Xie Qixing secretly looked up at He Jia in his busy schedule, and suddenly asked, "When are you going to send me on the road tomorrow?"