After falling into the shadow's trap

Frankly speaking, the chef's cooking skills are very good.The cooked vinegar fish is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, Xi Heng picked up a chopstick, and the milky white fish inside melted in the mouth

The rich fresh fragrance jumps on the taste buds on the tip of the tongue.

She doesn't know how to appreciate food, so she can only praise it with the level of three Michelin stars.

But Xi Heng still couldn't eat.

When she put her chopsticks into the plate for the third time, but didn't pick up anything, Lan Xingyue finally couldn't stand it anymore, put down her chopsticks, took a spoon full of it, and put it into her bowl.

Xi Heng paused, then lowered his head and took a mouthful, finally there was the smell of food in his mouth.

She immersed herself in eating, and felt that Lan Xingyue didn't move her chopsticks any more, she rested her arms on the table, and looked at her with her face in one hand.

Staring at his own bowl, as if counting how many grains of rice were in the bowl, Xi Heng ate more and more slowly, and finally put down the bowl and chopsticks.

After taking the cup, she raised her eyes and looked at the other side while drinking water.

Lan Xingyue tilted her head slightly, her gaze focused on the top of her head.

"Finish?" she asked.

Xi Heng remained silent, put down his glass, and put away the dinner plate.

"Is it delicious?" She asked again, standing up and bending over to help clear the table.

Xi Heng still didn't speak, and stacked the empty plates.

Lan Xingyue then handed over the empty bowl, and without saying hello, pulled the tableware she had packed to her front.Xi Heng stretched his hand forward

Quickly retracted.

"Then change to another one next time, you can choose, okay?" Lan Xingyue decided to fire the chef lightly in a few words.

"Don't be like this," Xi Heng frowned slightly, unwilling to affect other people's work because of his emotions, "He cooks delicious food."

"Ken talked to me?"

Xi Heng fell silent again.

Lan Xingyue didn't care, she picked up the dishes by herself, walked into the kitchen, put all the dirty tableware on her hands into the French bowl machine, and washed her hands, when she came out, she found Xi Heng still sitting there, wringing her fingers, as if To play with those ten slender fingers.

She leaned against the kitchen door, looked at it for a while, and suddenly smiled, but her tone was very calm: "Xiaoxi, if you don't want to see me, you can just tell me."

Xi Heng stood still for a moment, let go of his fingers, and rubbed the tablecloth instead.

"I don't want to see you," she said slowly, stopping to think about it, "I just feel a little strange, why do you treat me like this?"

"What attitude?"

"Treat me very well, as if," Xi Heng paused, and changed the words that came to his lips, "...as if I've known me for a long time."

"Don't you like me treating you well?" Lan Xingyue smiled again, as if Xi Heng's words of being kind to her made her very satisfied.

No one would dislike others being nice to them, Xi Heng shook his head: "But in fact we haven't known each other for long, this, this is unreasonable."

She bit her lip, and then added: "...And your purpose is not pure."

These words are even more interesting, Lan Xingyue read these words in her mouth again, and asked with great interest: "My purpose is not pure?" "Why did you appoint me to attend the charity dinner that day?" She went straight Looking into the other person's eyes, he asked in one breath.

"Qi Yu told you?"

Although it is a question, it uses a positive tone.

Lan Xingyue raised her eyebrows and walked towards the dining table: "So it's because of this that my little Xi is in a bad mood?"

Seeing her walking towards him, Xi Heng was a little flustered and wanted to stand up.

But this house is not big, it's only a few steps from the kitchen to the dining table, and just as she was about to leave the chair, Lan Xingyue had already arrived.

The other party bent down to stare at her, resting one hand on the edge of the table and supporting her chair with the other.

Xi Heng held his breath, grabbed the chair with both hands, and leaned back, the thin and protruding butterfly bones pressed against the back of the chair tightly.

The distance between the two of them was so close that the fine hairs on their faces could be seen clearly, and Lan Xingyue's light-colored pupils reflected two small ones of her.At this time, Xi Heng suddenly realized that Lan Xingyue was not the gentle and friendly beauty that was widely rumored on the Internet.

Her eyebrows are thick, slightly raised, and the roots of the mountain are raised. The line connecting the whole nose is smooth and straight, and when it reaches the tip of the nose, it has a small arc.

The eyes are big, but not juvenile round, with a thin line that is slightly turned up at the end of the eye.The cheekbones are somewhat high, from the cheek

At the beginning, it was gathered inward again, forming a properly pointed chin.

Bright eyes, gorgeous red lips, black hair and snow skin.

It is clearly a very aggressive appearance.

Unprepared for being shocked by her beauty, Xi Heng couldn't help lowering her eyes.

As Lan Xingyue continued to get closer, the faint fragrance of flowers lingered in her nose again.

The scent seemed to surround her gently, but actually penetrated into her body forcefully with every breath, as if it wanted to blend into the blood, soaking her from the inside out.

"Lan, Lan Xingyue..." The voice trembled slightly, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

"Hmm." The other party responded in a low voice.

"what are you doing......."

Lan Xingyue chuckled softly: "Don't you want to know what my purpose is?"

The ending is lazy, like a hook.

She wrapped Xi Heng in her arms, and continued to approach slowly, her long hair slid down and fell to the shoulders and necks of the man on the chair.

Xi Heng seemed to hold his breath for too long, panting softly and quickly.

While breathing, the body temperature gradually rose, and the air was filled with the sweetness of hot flashes, like sticky honey.

His face was so hot that Xi Heng stretched out his hand to push her as if he couldn't stand it.

Lan Xingyue grabbed her hand, put her nose to nose, let out a little gasp. "--It is you."

Xi Heng widened his eyes in panic.

At the same time, a melodious bell rang in the living room.

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Although I have become shorter, but Xiaolan is getting better and better (clench fist