It was already two o'clock in the morning, and there were no pedestrians on the road.

The street was silent and empty, and Qingliu walked across the road with his long legs.

The silver-gray sports car shimmered slightly under the cold moon.

Qingliu stopped a meter in front of him, and his voice was unconsciously soft as a breeze.

"Not gone yet"

The misanthropy lifted his eyes faintly, "Nonsense." ”

Ask while knowing the answer.

I don't take the initiative to contact him when I'm free, it's really good.

Qingliu thought of what the young man said when he waved his hand, and the corners of his lips pursed a shallow smile.

The midnight wind was a little cool, and Qingliu looked at the thin short sleeves on his body.

The wind blew through the world-weary and bare skin, and he didn't hear it.

Qingliu said, "Let's go, go home." ”

"Hmm."

The boy's voice finally took on a relaxed smile.

A well-behaved sound.

Qingliu asked, "Do I drive or do you drive?"

Go back to your own home, or go back to your family

Misanthropic threw the car keys in the air, "You drive, I don't remember the road." ”

Qingliu caught it steadily, "Okay." ”

The car drove steadily on the road empty in the night wind.

Misanthropic sat in the passenger seat and suddenly said, "I'm hungry." ”

For a five-hour race, you're sure to go hungry.

But after waiting for him for two hours after the game, he didn't go to eat

"You didn't eat anything while you waited for me"

Qingliu asked in some surprise, should the little beast just stay in the car in a daze for two hours

"Nope." The misanthropy said coldly.

Instead, his gaze stayed on Qingliu's face, and he narrowed his eyes a little unhappily, "Should you eat it?"

Qingliu was speechless, but he actually ate a piece of bread.

He shook his head, "Didn't eat." ”

Only then did the world-weary nod with satisfaction, "Then let's eat first." ”

Qingliu was a little surprised, could it be that the little beast was specially enduring hunger and was waiting for the end of his interview to go to dinner together

If you ask him, he will definitely lose face and refuse to admit it.

Qingliu: "At this time, where is there a restaurant open?" ”

The misanthropic snorted, "Yes." ”

Qingliu said: "The convenience store may open, or we will buy instant noodles to eat"

The young man in the co-pilot instantly sank his face, and stared at Qingliu dangerously with half-squinted eyes.

"Lao Tzu waited for you for two hours, and you invited me to eat instant noodles"

Qingliu: ""

Qingliu couldn't hold back a chuckle.

The little brute felt that it was not sincere enough.

Then he didn't know what to do.

With a deep groan, Qingliu asked tentatively, "Why don't I do it for you?"

The world-weary eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes shone with a clear light, falling on Qingliu's face.

"If you're uncomfortable, don't show your hands, you can rest for a week, and I have a game the day after tomorrow."

Qingliu said lightly, "I can barely eat, and I can't die." ”

The misanthropic cut off, "Is there anything at home, and the supermarket hasn't opened?" ”

Qingliu thought about it, he froze some ingredients when he went back a few days ago, "There are still some of them, it's enough for two people to eat." ”

"Do you have meat, I want to eat meat."

Qingliu's voice was dyed with a smile, and he reached out and rubbed his little head dotingly, "Yes." ”

World-weary snorted, "That's barely going to work." ”

But I was a little shy, and I didn't look at him.

The car arrived at the small and dilapidated apartment building in Qingliu.

The silver-gray luxury car parked under the apartment building looked out of place.

Misanthropy gets out of the passenger seat.

Watching Qingliu get down from the driver's seat, slender and handsome, it seems to have a peaceful and elegant temperament.

I don't know how the first-line players can mix themselves up like this.

Qingliu said, "Look at what are you leaving?" ”

The world-weary came back to his senses and said perfunctorily.

His eyes fell in front of him, and he paused in a daze.

The slender hand stopped in front of him, and Qingliu said lightly, "The light in the corridor is broken, pull me, don't fall." ”

The world-weary reached out to hold the warm and soft hand, and let out a well-behaved oh.

Qingliu turned on the light of his phone and pulled the little beast upstairs.

I went upstairs and stopped in front of my door.

When I saw the post-it note on the door, the corners of my lips that were originally smiling disappeared instantly.

The world-weary hadn't seen the post-it note behind him, and Qingliu had already let go of his hand, and quickly tore the post-it note on the door.

The misanthropic who was suddenly let go raised his eyes and saw Qingliu stuffing a piece of paper into his pocket.

He asked, "What?"

Qingliu took out the key to open the door, and responded lightly, "Payment note." ”

The world-weary obviously doesn't believe it, whose payment slip is directly posted on the door, is it stupid

"Someone can't write you a love letter?"

Qingliu opened the door, turned on the light, and the warm yellow light in the room spread all over the room.

"No, no one knows I live here."

"Your family doesn't know either"

Qingliu's eyes flashed, he lowered his eyes and changed his shoes silently, and finally hummed coldly.

The misanthropy didn't ask any more.

Collapsed on the small sofa of Qingliu, turned on the TV and flipped the stage casually.

Qingliu touched the little beast's head from behind and placed a bag of marshmallows on the table.

"If you're tired, I'll go cook now."

The misanthropic looked at a bag of pink and white marshmallows, and couldn't help but sneer, "You like to eat marshmallows"

"It's fine."

Qinghua turned around and went to the kitchen.

Take out the frozen beef in the refrigerator, there are not many ingredients at home, and there are no fresh vegetables, and the lettuce he planted in two pots on the balcony is still alive, so he took the materials from the ministry on the spot.

I made two bowls of fragrant beef noodles.

When he brought the two bowls of beef noodles to the table, he saw that the marshmallow had already eaten most of it, and it seemed that he was really hungry.

But even if the little beast was really hungry, he still looked like a noble son, staring at the beef noodles in front of him with some displeasure.

"That's it"

Qingliu snorted, "If you don't have enough to eat, you can eat both bowls, and I'll make another bowl." ”

Misanthropy: "What is the difference between you and the Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles in the convenience store?"

Qingliu was stunned, "Yes, this is what I did." ”

Misanthropic and stunned, he suddenly couldn't hold back his chuckle.

Grass, it's kind of cute.

The misanthropy served one of the bowls, muttering with some displeasure, "You perfunctory me." ”

Saying so, I still picked it up and took a big bite.

When he got into his mouth, he was a little surprised.

It seems to be quite delicious.

The little brute finally reluctantly shut up and began to gobble down beef noodles.

Qingliu smiled and ate slowly and elegantly.

He is a very good cook, and the children of poor families know that saving things, no matter how little and barren things are, they can make delicious tastes.

Misanthropic put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, "I still want it." ”

Qingliu had only eaten half of it, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that he had finished eating.

He said, "I'll make it for you when I'm done." ”

The misanthropy looked at him, "Why didn't you let me eat you this time?"

Qingliu said lightly, "I've eaten it." ”

The misanthropy directly snatched his bowl and began to eat unceremoniously.

"I'm kissed, I still care about this"