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"How long are you going to stand there?"

Gong Yan looked at the woman standing outside the door with a few bags of stuff in her hands. His gaze moved from her face down to the greenery outside the bag.

"You … Why are you here? "

After a long while, Pei Luoyi found his voice and stammered out his question.

If she remembered correctly, a certain someone just said yesterday that he would give her some free time. Could it be that he would go back on his promise yesterday? Isn't that too fast? She hadn't even had time to think about how to spend the weekend.

Pei Luoyi felt that she was on the verge of tears.

When the man saw her mournful expression, his cold and indifferent face immediately softened. In fact, there was even a trace of an undetectable smile in his eyes.

"This is the house I bought, I can't be here?" His voice was soft as he replied.

Pei Luoyi was like a frosted eggplant as she stuttered, "No …" I thought you would be very busy today, I didn't expect you to suddenly appear. "

Today was Grandpa Gong's funeral. Originally, she had no intention of bringing up such a heavy matter, but once she said it, she could not take it back. For a moment, she was somewhat helpless as well.

Ye Zichen raised his head and saw that the man's expression was dark as expected.

"I'm sorry, but I was too quick with my words …"

"Grandpa's burial is done, I just came back not too long ago."

Pei Luoyi wanted to apologize, but was cut off by the man before she could finish. After a moment of silence, she agreed.

Looking at him, she turned her attention to the ground beneath him.

In fact, she had noticed him as soon as he opened the door. He was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Your legs …"

Gong Yan followed her line of sight and looked down at the wheelchair. His expression was still as calm as before, "Yes, my legs are inflamed. The doctor said not to move for now."

Pei Luoyi's breathing was stifled.

He couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for him carrying her from the lake to the villa, his legs … Could it be so serious …

However, even if there was a chance, she was powerless to change anything. At that time, she seemed to have fainted, so she couldn't make up her mind.

The man was the first to turn around and return to the living room. Pei Luoyi carried the things she had bought and put them into the fridge. Then, thinking of something else, she left the kitchen.

As soon as he went out, he saw that there was already food on the dining table. However, there was no longer any heat. It had turned cold.

Thinking back to a while ago, the man had hired a domestic helper to take care of the house. Since he was here today, he should have let her come over first to make dinner.

But the whole dish looked untouched.

The sound of a keyboard tapping could be heard in the study. Pei Luoyi followed him in and entered. The man's cold and reserved body was sitting in front of his laptop, his eyes focused on the screen.

Hearing her enter, Gong Yan raised his head from the screen and looked at the woman standing by the door. With just a glance, he returned to the screen and asked in a light voice, "What's the matter?"

Pei Luoyi intertwined with her fingers, looking at his attentive appearance, she hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, "I see that there are dishes prepared on the table, you …" Have you eaten? "

"Nope." The man tapped his keyboard and replied quickly.

"Oh!" Pei Luoyi mumbled. Just as she was considering whether she should cook another two bowls of noodles and heat up the dishes to eat, the man added another sentence.

"Pour the cold dishes and cook again."

She looked up at him, frowned, and asked, "Why do you want to fall? Wasn't that just made? You can still eat it if it's hot, right? "I'll cook two more bowls of noodles. The two of us can do whatever you want …"

"Fall down."

The man's brows creased into a deep frown. His gaze was always on the screen, but his tone of voice was filled with a certain determination to not eat any of the cold dishes.

Pei Luoyi frowned in dissatisfaction, "OK, I'll pour it out. Do you mind if I cook it?"

The man stopped eating and hung his hand on the keyboard. His eyes were free from the screen as he looked at the woman standing by the door, "If you don't want to eat noodles today, it will be difficult for you to make some new dishes."

Pei Luoyi cursed silently in her heart. This brat must have seen her carrying a few bags of ingredients, and the demonic essence within her body was acting up again. Did he not want to squeeze her a bit?

And cooking was about mood, right?

Before she saw him today, she had been thinking about how to relax and be happy the next day and the weekend. However, after seeing him, she was no longer in a good mood.

He was holding back the fire. He was holding back the fire.

His rage rose and fell, but was suppressed in the end.

Pei Luoyi forced out a fake smile, imitating the way a few servants of the Thousand Islands Manor said to the man, "Yes, Young Master Gong. I will immediately prepare dinner for you."

Then he turned abruptly and strode out of the study with a look of disgust on his face.

The man stared at the woman's petite back, his thin lips curving into a smile.

Half an hour later.

Pei Luoyi carried the last dish to the dining table, then pulled out a chair and sat down, fanning himself with the wind as she held her collar.

Her delicate face was covered in sweat, but she did not notice the few strands of hair that stuck to her clean face.

The man, who had already sat down at the other end of the table, put his phone back into his pocket.

His deep black eyes naturally fell on the face on the other side that was covered in sweat.

She didn't seem to notice that her actions now had a rare charm to them. Her white neck was torn open to reveal a large portion of sparkling white skin. And further down, although it couldn't be seen, it could still make one's imagination run wild.

Looking at the slightly alluring scene before him, the man's Adam's apple couldn't help but twitch. Compared to the dishes on the table, his appetite seemed to have moved elsewhere.

His eyes were a little hot.

Pei Luoyi felt the gaze and could not be ignored. She stopped fanning herself and looked over, blinking her eyes in confusion, "Why are you looking at me?" When the food is ready, you can eat it. "

The man met her clear eyes and lightly averted his gaze. He replied with a grunt and immediately picked up his chopsticks to pick up the bowl of rice.

He picked up a piece of fried meat, placed it gracefully into his mouth and chewed it twice.

Under the eager and expectant eyes of the woman, he said without emotion, "The fried meat has aged."

Pei Luoyi's shoulders collapsed instantly, but she forced herself to focus and pointed at a plate of vegetables in front of her. "Why don't you try this dish?"

The man made a sound of assent, picked up some vegetables and put them into his mouth. After chewing for a while, he gave an expressionless evaluation, "The stir-fry is getting old."

"How is this possible …?" "Then try this again."

"Salty."

"What about this one?"

"Not really."

"..."

When the man finally finished evaluating all the dishes, Pei Luoyi finally broke out in rage.

"Gong Yan, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

The woman stood up from her chair and leaned her arms on the table. She gnashed her teeth as she looked at the expressionless man eating.

He must have done it on purpose!