little beast

After that, Xu Shi spoke up, and Shen Chengan's attitude towards Sheng Shuangxu improved.

He no longer forced himself or his teacher to do that kind of thing, Sheng Shuangxu just left Shen Chengan's bedroom after that, and slept in the same room with his daughter.

Shen Chengan also no longer wants to lock Sheng Shuangxu all the time to humiliate him. Even so, Sheng Shuangxu has gained freedom, but he still remembers Shen Chengan's request all the time, and only honestly moves around indoors.

Their relationship became inseparable overnight, and Sheng Shuangxu couldn't understand what Shen Chengan was thinking - there was a solid barrier between them, they had obviously done such a thing, and they humiliated Sheng Shuangxu like a dog the day before Shen Chengan, the next day when he talked face to face, he still acted like a normal person, as if nothing had happened.

Thanks to Shen Chengan's money, her daughter can afford imported medicines - her illness is like this, she is too young to have an operation, so she can only slowly recover by taking medicines, so her condition is getting better and better, and she seldom takes sick leave when she goes to school.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't dare to have too many illusions about his current situation. He had always had a clear understanding of his own position. He wanted to do his best to treat Shen Chengan well, not only because he was his employer, but also because of the guilt in his heart.

It was rare for Shen Chengan to come home early from get off work, and as soon as he opened the door, he smelled the strong aroma of food.

On the shoe rack at the door, there are nannie's leather shoes one size smaller, sandwiched between the shoes of the two adults, Shen Chengan and Sheng Shuangxu, it really looks like a family of three.

It's just that one of the two adults is imprisoned in this house, and one has a bad hatred for the other.

Shen Chengan changed his slippers silently. When passing by the kitchen, he guessed that there was a high probability that Sheng Shuangxu was inside. Bows, bows attached to an apron he'd found somewhere.

Sheng Shuangxu's waistline is very thin, and the indoor heating is sufficient. He only wears a thin long-sleeved sweater. Legs go down.

Shen Chengan thought for no reason of the time when he fell down at Sheng Shuangxu's house when he was a teenager. He prostrated at Sheng Shuangxu's feet, his cheek rubbing against his calf.

That was the last time he had his heart on his chest before he fell in love with Shaoqing.

Shen Chengan thought of Sheng Shuangxu's eyelashes, Sheng Shuangxu's white and tender shoulders, and the tender flesh of his thighs.

Sheng Shuangxu is very soft, as long as the thumb is slightly hard, a fingerprint can be pressed on the waist.

Shen Chengan suddenly withdrew his mind.

They haven't been close for so long, and he even started to reminisce about the feeling back then.

He became dependent on Sheng Shuangxu's body.

It was a dire omen.

Sheng Shuangxu turned off the fire at some point, the lens was covered with a thin layer of white mist, Shen Chengan dodged his eyes hastily, not daring to look at Sheng Shuangxu, he suddenly realized what he was thinking about Sheng Shuangxu, Immediately covering his face, he couldn't help retching.

Sheng Shuangxu took a small step towards him, and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Shen Chengan is always like this in front of Sheng Shuangxu, making him feel that his stomach is always bad.

Sheng Shuangxu spoke with a thick nasal voice: "I asked my aunt to buy some yam and millet, and use them to make porridge, it will be better for your stomach..."

The water mist on Sheng Shuangxu's lens dissipated a lot, revealing the moist eyes underneath, Shen Chengan met those eyes, and pushed him away like an electric shock, causing Sheng Shuangxu to stagger.

Shen Chengan's tone was cold: "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Sheng Shuangxu twisted the thin edge of the apron pocket tightly with five fingers, and said: "I can't be free at home, I can do some housework, and you also want to heat up the meal cooked by auntie at night, so I thought... how about I cook some fresh food?" of……"

Afraid that Shen Chengan would be unhappy again, he hastily added: "If you don't want to, I will never do it again."

The casserole pot at the stove was gurgling, and Sheng Shuangxu made a sound, and seeing the porridge was about to overflow from the pot, he rushed over to turn off the fire, pinned a chopstick between the pot wall and the pot lid, and did it again. Reduce heat.

Sheng Shuangxu turned around, Shen Chengan didn't say he agreed or disagreed, and he was no longer standing at the kitchen door.

When Sheng Shuangxu walked to the restaurant with the food, Shen Chengan was still staring at the printed tablecloth without saying a word.

Shen Chengan has been used to eating alone since he was a child. When he was a child, it was good to be able to eat under his father's hands. When he grew up, he basically relied on the heating of the three meals a day. It's late, so keep things simple.

This was the first time someone was waiting for him to eat at home.

After tossing around once, Sheng Shuangxu was released, and this empty villa really felt like a home.

Home.How could he associate this word with Sheng Shuangxu?

Shen Chengan was aroused by his own thoughts again.

He couldn't think like this, and he forced himself to regain his cold sanity.

Sheng Shuangxu carefully observed Shen Chengan's face. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, he silently arranged the bowls and chopsticks for Shen Chengan, served the dishes, and then consciously sorted the leftovers into the food boxes of his nieces.

In the end, the vegetables, rice, and porridge left in the pot were much rougher, and they were all mixed into a bowl by Sheng Frost, so he carried it and wanted to go to the living room—the girl was still doing her homework in the living room, and he knew he couldn't take it with her. He brought his daughter to the table to eat with Shen Chengan.

Shen Chengan suddenly stopped him in a muffled voice: "Sheng Shuangxu, where are you going?"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't understand the unhappiness in his words, and said, "I'm going to accompany Nannan to have dinner."

Shen Chengan said: "...You bring her to sit and eat."

Nannan was led into the dining room, she purposely sat directly opposite Shen Chengan, and stuffed food into her mouth with a small spoon.

Sheng Shuangxu chose to sit next to Nannie, which was also far away from Shen Chengan, and he ate the food in the bowl.

Shen Chengan looked at the dishes on the plate in front of him, then at the hodgepodge in Shengshuangxu's bowl, and said, "What are you doing in this bowl?"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't expect him to ask about this, and replied: "There are only these left in the pot, I will mix them and eat them."

Shen Chengan: ...

Shen Chengan didn't want to care about Sheng Shuangxu, but he really couldn't just sit idly by. He pondered for a long time before he said stiffly: "Why don't you pick up the vegetables on these plates?"

A messy bowl that looked like pig food.

Nannie always ate like this, but what Shen Chengan didn't know was that Sheng Shuangxu also ate like this when he was locked at home.

Sheng Shuangxu was not allowed to eat with Shen Chengan at the table, how could he know how Sheng Shuangxu eats?

The nanny understood Shen Chengan's temperament. She wanted to save trouble and was afraid of causing trouble, so she only used fixed bowls and chopsticks to pour leftovers on the rice for Sheng Shuangxu. Sheng Shuangxu remembered the bowl from then on, thinking that all of this was According to Shen Chengan's arrangement, he had suffered enough since he was a child, so he didn't care much about this little suffering, and just ate it every day to satisfy his hunger.

Sheng Shuangxu misunderstood Shen Chengan's meaning, and explained seriously: "We won't dirty your bowls and chopsticks. I only use this bowl this year, and my daughter also has her own food box."

"do not worry."