The picture sent by Zhuo Han was a photo of him having dinner with Zhuang Yan.

However, the display was taken candidly.

When the man saw this message, his eyes were heavy, and he only replied with an [ok] gesture and gave up.

The contest between him and Song Qiyu has just begun tonight.

......

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, Yan Shiqi woke up faintly.

The first time she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but raise her finger and wave it in front of her eyes.

Although the room was dimly lit, she could clearly see her fingertips.

"Why don't you sleep?" The man opened his eyes almost as soon as she woke up.

Hearing the voice, Yan Shiqi turned over and faced him, "Maybe I slept too much yesterday, and you can sleep again." ”

"Together. ”

The man pulled her into his arms domineeringly, Yan Shiqi couldn't resist it, nestled quietly in the crook of his arm, and looked at his sleeping face with his eyes closed.

In fact, during this time, he is the most tired.

Always worried about her eyes, and all sorts of things to deal with.

Yan Shiqi lay in his arms for a moment, and when she heard the sound of his even breathing, she cautiously moved away and quietly left the master bedroom.

Outside the window, it was dawning and dusk, so she put on her coral velvet dressing gown and went to the kitchen.

It was still early, and she wanted to make him breakfast.

Toast and fried eggs, a very simple operation, should be used to comfort the fourth brother for nearly a month to let go of all the hard work that accompanied her.

At half past seven in the morning, when the man woke up, he found that Yan Shiqi was not in the bedroom.

He went downstairs in his dressing gown, the bag was casually tied around his waist, the temperature in the room was moderate, and in front of the open nightgown, a honey-colored and muscular chest was exposed.

After all, he still didn't add floor heating in Linhu Bay, and the nosebleed time in Dijing made him palpitate, and the heating method of the wall-hung furnace was more suitable for Licheng in the south of the central region.

When the man went downstairs, he smelled a faint ...... in the air Burnt taste.

He frowned, and hurried to the kitchen, the smell of burnt even stronger.

In the kitchen, Yan Shiqi still had an apron hanging in front of him, holding a spatula in his hand, and turning over the fried eggs from time to time.

In the garbage can, there are two black things, which look like ...... It's omelette batter.

The man shook his head and smiled, stepped forward and snatched the spatula from her hand, "I didn't sleep early in the morning, why did I run to the kitchen?" ”

Yan Shiqi was startled, and when he pulled his wrist away from the glass table, he didn't forget to look at the frying pan.

"You're awake!" she tugged at the corners of her lips and stood beside the man as he skilfully turned the fried egg over and pouted smutteringly, "I wanted to make you breakfast, but who knew that the omelette would be mushy." ”

She answered Cheng Yenan's phone and chatted with him for a long time, but she forgot the eggs that were still in the pot in the kitchen.

When she returned, she found that the omelette had been battered and the oil had dried up, but fortunately there were no serious consequences.

She brushed the pot for ten minutes, and finally got ready again, and the fourth brother came.

What an embarrassment!

"Don't do these things in the future. If you're hungry, tell me and I'll make it for you. ”

The man quickly made the omelette ready, medium-rare, and had a golden color.

The toast bread was already cold, Yan Shiqi watched him put it in the heater again, and opened his eyes, the tips of his ears were red.

She could ...... Let's rush with the kitchen.

By the time the man had prepared breakfast and placed it on the table, it had only been ten minutes.

He shoved the hot milk in front of her and looked across the table, "Who's answering the call so early?"