i want food for you

Seeing Zhen Nuan misunderstood, Zhen Xiaoke became anxious and explained: "I didn't approach them intentionally, I met them by chance, and they told me about it, I didn't do anything..."

Zhen Nuan's face remained unchanged, obviously unmoved, Zhen Xiaoke stopped for two seconds, turned around, and said deliberately: "Didn't you say that you don't care about me, why do you care about this?"

Zhen Nuan glanced at her, was surprised by her reaction, and emphasized sullenly: "Zhen Xiaoke, be serious."

However, Zhen Xiaoke smiled happily, her eyebrows were picturesque: "It's agreed, don't care about me, whoever I meet has nothing to do with you, and you don't like me."

There was a bit of deliberation in her voice, which made Zhen Nuan feel extremely uncomfortable.

The space in the back seat is cramped, and the tiny particles in the air are ups and downs, making it suffocating.

Zhen Nuan finally said, "Are you sure we want to continue like this?"

The car was very quiet, Zhen Nuan's words seemed to be tortured from the soul, and all of Zhen Xiaoke's thoughts disappeared invisible.

Yes, from the day she confessed, their relationship has deteriorated.

She also doesn't know what is the relationship with Zhen Nuan now, she only knows that the matter has long been out of her control, and no one knows what the outcome will be, but she has no other way, she can only and only want to go to the dark.

with her.

She felt like she was crazy now.

She desperately wants Zhen Nuan to admit that she likes her, admits that she likes her, but the reality...

Zhen Xiaoke closed her eyes, seemingly awake, "But, I like..."

"Enough!" Zhen Nuan interrupted her sharply, "Zhen Xiaoke, if you still want to go on like this, just say you like it."

After finishing speaking, Zhen Nuan turned her head to the window.

There was no more words in the car.

****

Forced to feel the low pressure all the way, when the car stopped in Huayuan Community, Luo Qiao let out a breath slowly.

"Miss Zhen, we're here."

The voice just fell, and there was a loud noise, and the car body trembled. Luo Qiao looked at the back seat, Zhen Nuan was the only one left.

She frowned and scolded in a low voice: "Her temper is really used to it."

Luo Qiao cooperates and laughs.

Don't look at Zhen Nuan criticizing Xiao Ke's temper at this time, if she dares to pander to Xiao Ke's bad temper... she must be the one who suffers in the end.

"Sister Zhen, have you and Xiao Ke...argued?"

The car was too quiet, and Zhen Nuan didn't get out of the car, so Luo Qiao was embarrassed to find a topic.

"Yeah." Zhen Nuan pressed her eyebrows, feeling very helpless: "What do you think is the problem?"

It's such an extremely difficult question to answer again... Luo Qiao just wanted to smack herself in a trance, so she knew how to talk too much, wouldn't it be good to just stay honest!

Luo Qiao pondered for a while, and said, "Could it be that Xiao Ke's rebellious period has come? I heard that those young people in the rebellious period don't like to listen to nagging..."

Luo Qiao struggled to complete the last few words while Zhen Nuan was staring at her.

"A 21-year-old rebellious period?" Zhen Nuan sneered.

"...Well, to put it simply, sister Zhen, are you caring too much?" Luo Qiao finished speaking without fear of death, glanced at Zhen Nuan and then lowered her head.

"Too much control? I think I don't control too much. If I don't care, maybe what will happen to her. You guys are used to Zhen Xiaoke's temper. See if she is still polite now... "

Luo Qiao listened silently and said nothing.

Let's not refute anything else, but Xiao Ke's temper is definitely not what they are used to.

"Okay, get out of the car."

Zhen Nuan pushed open the car door, seeing Luo Qiao graciously went to the trunk to pick up things without a word of nonsense, and felt very sorry again.

This little girl, Luo Qiao, has been with her for several years, she is able to do things well, she has no temper and temperament, really no one can find fault with her.

Remembering what she said just now, Zhen Nuan stepped forward to help carry two bags, and apologized in a low voice: "I've been under a lot of pressure at work recently, and I'm a little irritable. I've worked hard for you this month, and my salary has doubled."

"Thank you Miss Zhen."

Luo Qiao, who received double salary, twitched the corners of her lips quietly.

How can this be stressful? This is Sister Zhen's usual reaction when encountering Xiao Ke's problems.In the past, she earned a lot of extra salary because of this.

Luo Qiao put away her things and went downstairs.

Zhen Nuan leaned in the entrance to change shoes, lowered her head and thought about what Luo Qiao said, her gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhen Xiaoke's neatly placed silver high-heeled shoes, and she reprimanded in a low voice: With such a high heel, I'm not afraid of spraining my feet.

Looking up, seeing her tightly closed door, Zhen Nuan rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

She has always liked to do it herself, whether it is cooking or cleaning the house.

I used to be so busy when I didn't have the conditions to get through it. Now that the economic conditions are up, I don't even have the idea of ​​hiring an aunt.

In this regard, she and Xiao Ke have the same idea: it is better to make it your own home.

Fortunately, the house is small and cleaning is not too tiring.Zhen Nuan likes cooking, so it's not tiring.

Randomly looking through the ingredients that Luo Qiao bought, Zhen Nuan roughly knew what Zhen Xiaoke wanted to eat.

Corn with pine nuts, sweet and sour small yellow croaker, pak choy in oil, and tomato and egg soup.

Some she likes, and some she likes.

Zhen Nuan picked up two small cabbages and rinsed them under the water. The cold water slid across the back of her white hands, leaving a few drops of water. Zhen Nuan shook her hands and took out another tomato.

Did she speak too seriously?

Thinking of Xiao Ke's reaction just now, Zhen Nuan's heart froze slightly. She didn't want to become like this, but who told her to always say... nonsensical things.

The knife was raised and lowered, and the delicate tomatoes became cubes under Zhen Nuan's knife, and they fell into the porcelain white bowl one after another.

Zhen Nuan put the knife aside, washed the rice and filtered the water.

It was an hour after a meal was ready.

The food was served, but the door was still closed, Zhen Nuan wiped off the water in her hands on the apron, and knocked on the door.

"It's time to eat." The words were toneless, and sounded a little cold.

Zhen Xiaoke grabbed the quilt with both hands, a thin layer of sweat was already dripping on her delicate forehead, she said forcefully: "Don't eat."

Three, two, one.

As the footsteps faded away, Zhen Xiaoke relaxed the quilt she was clutching in her hands, unable to tell if it was disappointment or what.

Before, Nuan Nuan would persuade her again.But today... Maybe she was really disappointed in her.

The throbbing pain in her lower abdomen pulled Zhen Xiaoke back to her rationality again. With the quilt between her hands and feet, she turned around again with difficulty.

In the car, she felt a surge of heat in her lower body. She endured the pain in her lower abdomen all the way, rushed out of the car, and went back to the apartment to take a shower and change clothes. After a series of movements, the pain intensified, and even holding the warm baby was useless.

****

After taking a shower, Zhen Nuan was reading a book at the desk in the living room in her nightgown.

With the cover of the corners and tall green plants, people who came out of the room would not notice it at all, but she could clearly grasp the situation in the living room.

But the door of Zhen Xiaoke's room was never opened, the food was still warm, and no one touched it.

At hand was a book she had casually picked up from the bookshelf.

This page in the book is introducing how the ancients lived. Zhen Nuan glanced at it, showing no interest.

After walking around the living room with arms crossed, Zhen Nuan returned to the table, condescending, with a flick of her fingertips, the book turned a page.

In ancient times, there were no sanitary napkins, so how did women spend the days of each month?

The fragmented footage was pieced together, Zhen Nuan didn't care about anything, took the spare key from the drawer, and unlocked Zhen Xiaoke's room door.

The room was dark, but the light from the door illuminated the room.

The quilt on the bed was messy and wrinkled, most of it was pulled in front of her and hugged by her, a large white back was exposed, her back was facing her.

Zhen Nuan lifted her foot and walked towards the side of the bed.

He reached out and turned on a small night light, instantly illuminating Zhen Xiaoke's entire face.

A few strands of curly hair were wet and stuck to her forehead, her long and curly eyelashes blinked wildly, and she slept very restlessly.A layer of cold sweat soaked the delicate nose, and her lower lip was bitten red.

Pathetic.

Zhen Nuan felt distressed at once.

Zhen Xiaoke slowly opened her eyes, her eyes turned red when she saw Zhen Nuan, the inspector tightly hugged Zhen Nuan's neck, buried her head in her neck and murmured: "Nuan Nuan, my stomach hurts."

The author has something to say: insist on updating to save character for the final exam.