C7 Why Do You Live with Him

"Miss Qiao, are you preparing dinner for Mr. Xi?"

"Yes." She didn't want to get into too much trouble with Pilar. She didn't know if it was out of fear or loathing.

But Bila did not intend to let her go.

"Asking your own cousin to cook, Mister Xi really doesn't know how to take care of a junior and is very protective of a lady."

The emphasis on her cousin made Joe feel uncomfortable, and Beira's smile seemed to reprimand Hilde for her intimacy, which drew her into line with Hilde, and Joe turned her into an outsider.

"It was my own wish."

"Then do you need my help?"

Qiao Shi Shi glanced at her fingers, which were covered in exquisite armor. She held her breath and said, "No need."

Besides, the kitchen was her most important position as the mistress of the house. She came into the kitchen with the bag in her hand, and the sound of rubbing plastic echoed clearly in the quiet room.

Joe had intended to use the kitchen partition to block her out, but even if she didn't help, she leaned over and leaned against the wall as she watched Joe at his work.

"Miss Qiao seems to have pretty good culinary skills."

"Oh." A cold reply.

"Why is Miss Qiao staying at Mr. Xi's house?"

"Graduated internship." A simple, general answer.

"Then should we move out after the internship?"

He didn't know what identity Bila had used to issue the expulsion order, but Qiao Yifeng couldn't help but erupt in rage. His eyes were bloodshot.

Why did Bila feel that the house belonged to her now that she had the card?

She jerked her head back and saw the smile blossoming on Bi La's face.

"I'm sorry, I feel that even if they were relatives, Miss Qiao's appearance isn't suitable for a girl like this. She doesn't have any other intentions."

The explanation now was just to cover it up.

"Sid and I don't mind."

Do you think it's your turn to put a beak on it?

"Does Miss Qiao know about Mr. Xi's illness?"

Qiao Shi's hands paused for a moment, but he still nodded.

"Actually, I think that leaving Mr. Xi to live by himself would relieve his psychological stress. That's why I made this suggestion."

A quack!

Sid needed her. She remembered Sid sleeping peacefully beside him, and she remembered Sid's relaxed expression as he looked at her picture.

Available...

Qiao Yifan knew that she was not the only one. Was her existence necessary then?

"I know."

"The heavens are truly jealous of such a talented individual. How could Mr. Xi be affected by such an illness?" Bi La was still blabbering on and on. She had one hand wrapped around the end of her hair, and she looked rather relaxed.

"Yes …" "Did Hilde tell you?"

Bi La smiled even more as if she remembered something sweet.

"No, I just stumbled upon it by chance."

"On the day of the painting exhibition, Mr. Xi suddenly fainted beside me."

Qiao Yifeng did not know that Sid had actually had an attack that day.

"Then Mr. Xi went to my residence." Too much was left out of the story, and what would a lone man and a woman do in a room?

Wasn't her and Hilde's example the answer? They were all insisting that they had no feelings.

The carrot was very hard, and when it was cut down, Joe used all his strength. The blade struck the cutting board and made a sound that resounded through the room.

"Bang!"

"Did I disturb your cooking? Seems like Mr. Xi won't be able to come back for a while."

It was too much to say now, but Bila picked up her satchel and walked to the door.

Qiao Yifan couldn't even say a word as he leisurely walked. He slashed the carrot in front of him. She clearly wasn't an onion with a strong smell, so why did her tears fall down?

A sense of betrayal and humiliation welled up. It was like remembering every word that Beira had said, every word like a declaration of war, every word like a thousand pounds of stone against her chest, forcing the oxygen out of her stomach, even the food.

Disgusting.

In the car, Hilde had a laptop propped up on her lap, her hands folded over her keyboard.

Even if the back seat of the car was designed to fit human structure, it was still not very comfortable to work in this position. In fact, Xi De could have worked at the company before returning home, but he got Wen Cheng to help him pack up the documents he needed to deal with urgently, and he actually wanted to take them home to do so.

This was very unusual.

Wen Cheng was very curious, but he didn't dare to ask anything.

When Wen Cheng saw the light from the kitchen not far from his apartment, he smiled in his heart. No matter how diligently and diligently he worked, he was still afraid of the smell of the oil and salt in the house.

Sid saw this too, and pushed open the door. He put down his things and rushed to the kitchen.

According to his request, he would return on time to meet his appointment. If he waited until the heat was gone before returning, he might see the rabbit's hair standing on end.

The lights were still on, but he was no longer there.

Half of the food was neatly sliced, the other half was minced, and many were scattered on the floor. There was no cleaning, and there was also the food in the container that was not stored in the refrigerator.

It was as messy as Joe's heart, which he could not get rid of with his poetry.

Sid frowned. He was a bit obsessed with cleanliness and could not bear to see the messy kitchen.

"Qiao Yifan!" He tried to summon people to scold him.

But there was no answer in the room, and Hilde remembered the door that Joe had shut behind him yesterday.

If she had locked herself in today, he would have immediately called for the door to be removed.

But today Joe's little door opened without a hitch.

There was a vortex in the room that perfectly suited Joe's aesthetic pink bed, and Joe buried himself in the quilts, his face hidden, her immobility somewhat alarming.

Hilde, whose mind was full of reproach, strode over and grabbed the man out of the bed.

"Hey, what happened to you?"

Qiao Yifeng opened his eyes in a daze. Indeed, she had fallen asleep, but she had cried herself to sleep.

Now that the pain in the back of her head was like a needle being pricked, she opened her eyes and saw that her vision was smaller than usual. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and there was only a slit left for her to see.

"What sad movie did you watch this time?"

He was worried about her, and he had indeed thought that Qiao Yifeng fell here because he was sick. The feeling of suffocation that surged up was a strange feeling of panic, that feeling wasn't pleasant at all.

"Nope."

Qiao Shi used his indifferent tone to tell him that things were not that simple.

"What's your temper? The kitchen has become like that. " Sid's temper rose.

Joe had fled from his arms with poetry, and Hilde's touch on her now only made her feel a pang of discomfort, a sticky stink, like the Na Dou she hated the most.

"Tonight, your guest has come."