After falling into the shadow's trap

Xi Heng pursed her lips and said nothing. She closed the door, looked at Lan Xingyue's empty hands, and asked hesitantly, "You, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"I? Tell me what I want to eat. Will Xiaoxi cook for me?" Lan Xingyue sat down, looked around, and patted the pillow on the sofa, "Your home? It's so cozy."

"I? My cooking skills are average. It's too sudden. I don't have any food at home. If you don't mind..."

"Xiaoxi is willing to cook for me? I'm touched? It's too late, why would you mind!" Lan Xingyue blinked, "It's a pity that I can't eat it today, I hope I will have a chance in the future."

From the moment she entered the door, she was in a very bright state, and there was an unconcealable joy in her words. ?

What do you mean?

Just when Xi Heng was puzzled, there was another knock on the door behind him.

She looked back at the door, then at Lan Xingyue, who was still smiling.

Xi Heng opened the door, and was startled by a large pile of shopping bags placed beside the door.

"Good evening," Xiao Tang waved at her, "Did I bother you?"

Seeing Xi Heng shaking his head and keeping his eyes on the pile of shopping bags, Xiao Tang explained: "I bought some ingredients, and the chef will be here soon."

chef?

Xi Heng struggled to make a swallowing action. How could he not have imagined that he had seen it in TV dramas before? The plot happened so simply.

"I'm lucky today. I didn't meet anyone when I came here. It's safe. Help me? Tell her to leave in a while. Before you leave, you have to call me and ask the driver to come and pick you up."

Xiao Tang lowered his head and snapped back the news, explaining everything in a few words: "Let's put the things at the door first? The chef is downstairs, just ask him to deal with it later. I'm leaving, you guys are delicious. "

"Hey, wait a minute," seeing her turn around and leave, Xi Heng hastily called out, "You, aren't you coming with me?"

"No, no, I'll eat with you two? Do you want to be next to me, wouldn't it be like an electric..."

"Ahem." Lan Xingyue suddenly coughed twice in the living room.

"...the phone is coming, I? Go? I'm busy with work," Xiao Tang put the phone to his ear, and told Xi Heng again, "She has a sore throat today, don't let her eat spicy food? Please, please." gone."

Xi Heng? Before he could speak, Xiao Tang went downstairs in a hurry.

"She's gone." Lan Xingyue walked over and closed the door for her, "I wanted to take you out to eat, but it's a critical time, so I had to invite the chef over."

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome..."

"Don't you like it?" Lan Xingyue observed her words and expressions, keenly noticed her awkwardness, and softened her tone, "Then I? Tell the chef to go back? Shall I? Cook with you, okay?"

It's like this again, Xi Heng thought.

Once she showed the slightest hesitation, even if it was a casual, polite evasion, she would directly choose to accommodate without even thinking about it.Even with such a good relationship? Qi Yu couldn't do this, and as for her parents, she didn't expect that at all.

For her, this unconditional and unconditional connivance made her very happy. At the same time, she was at a loss as to what to do.

"You don't have to accommodate me so much?"

Hearing the unexpected answer, Lan Xingyue was stunned.

She didn't speak, her eyes lingered inch by inch on Xi Heng's face, focused and serious, like an art student who was painting a plaster statue or a model, eager to imprint the things in front of her in her heart.

After a while, Lan Xingyue slowly said, "For me? It's not considered accommodating, I? I just want you to be happy."

"But why do you want to? To me? So good, me? Is your mood important to you?" Xi Heng finally couldn't hold back, and asked.

Lan Xingyue nodded: "Because it's you, so it's important?"

Her answer was simple and crisp, and she blurted it out, as if it was a no-brainer question like "What is 1+1?"

When the words came to this point, Xi Heng seemed to be driven by an inexplicable force. She simply put aside her worries and tried to solve the problem in one go. She said hastily: "Your? It means that you like—"

"Excuse me, but did you order it? A personal chef?"

The half-hidden door was silently pushed open, and from the perspective of the chef, only Xi Heng was seen sideways. It seemed that he didn't match up with the frequent patrons. He cautiously confirmed... .

Xi Heng didn't have time to say it? The words got stuck in her throat. She blinked hard and let out a breath.

"Hi, it's me? Called?."

Grab the sun visor hat from the cabinet in the entrance and put it on your head, hide most of your hair in it, then take out your mask and put it on. The set of movements is skillful and natural, as if you have done it thousands of times.Finally, Lan Xingyue opened the door and let the chef in.

"Okay?" the chef took the shopping bag on the floor in his hand and walked to the kitchen. "Is there any taboo?"

"No? Spicy." Xi Heng spoke before Lan Xingyue, and closed the door with his head down, extremely frustrated.

After being interrupted, the courage I managed to muster was completely scattered like being blown away by the wind brought by the opening and closing of the door.

She went to the sofa and sat down, hooked the pillow into her arms, and Lan Xingyue followed her and sat next to her without saying a word.

The kitchen door was closed, and there was a faint sound of the range hood starting to operate.

Xi Heng looked at the man next to him who was still fully armed, and said softly, "He can't see him in the kitchen, so you should take them all off."

Lan Xingyue seemed to have just realized it, she was stunned, and slowly took off her hat and mask.

The long black hair poured down from the top of her head like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders, blocking her? A small half of her face.

Xi Heng looked at her profile and stopped talking.

What's rare is that Lan Xingyue's lips were tightly drawn, the corners of her mouth were slightly flat, her brows were furrowed, she didn't know what she was thinking about, and she didn't speak.

When the room became quiet again, the sounds from the kitchen could be heard more clearly.

"Da da da——" means cutting vegetables on a chopping board; ; "Ding——", this is the oven or microwave oven turned on.

Xi Heng listened absently to what was going on in the kitchen, while rubbing the four corners of the pillow while guessing what the chef was doing.

"Xiao Xi."

This is--

Her kneading movement stopped, it was Lan Xingyue's voice.

"Hmm." Xi Heng waited for the other party's text, but Lan Xingyue seemed to be just to confirm whether she was still awake? After receiving the response, she stopped talking.

So Xi Heng's thoughts drifted away again.

Her parents and friends are used to calling her "Aheng". Only netizens call her "Xiaoxi" because of her ID, and Lan Xingyue seems to prefer to call her "Xiaoxi".

In fact, to her, it doesn't matter what it's called, anyway...

Anyway, only when Lan Xingyue read her name? would she be moved.

As expected of Lan Xingyue's "royal use"? Private chef, fast and efficient.

Before Xi Heng could think of a way to break the current embarrassing situation, the chef opened the door just right and brought the dishes to the table one by one.

The moment she opened the door, Lan Xingyue quickly turned her head, her back facing the direction of the kitchen.

This also caused her and Xi Heng to face each other, their eyes meeting in mid-air.

Xi Heng threw down the pillow, stood up abruptly and walked towards the dining table, while thanking the chef enthusiastically: "Are you ready? You have worked hard."

The chef packed up his own things, waved his hands, and smiled honestly: "You take it easy, and feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

With his departure, Xi Heng couldn't find any other reason to escape.

She pulled out two adjacent chairs: "Come and eat."

Lan Xingyue came over from a steady stream of kindness, pushed back the chair next to Xi Heng, went around and sat down opposite her.

Pulling that chair away would be too deliberate.

Xi Heng sat down silently.