Ning An's hair was scattered, the hair ring fell to the ground, and the long black hair was scattered. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

In a panic, she left Song Shaojun's arms and bowed her head and thanked: "Thank you." ”

Song Shaojun grabbed her wrist and looked at it carefully: "It's blistering." ”

"It's okay, I'll take care of it later."

Ning An bent down and picked up the hair band on the ground.

Ning An's hair was filled with the scent of cherry blossoms, wafting through the air, seeping into every molecule and tangling with the smell of cologne on his body.

His heart jumped violently a few times, and Ning An left Song Shaojun's side.

She went upstairs to the guest room to deal with the blisters.

Outside the window, the sky is exceptionally blue, and it is sunny, revealing the comfort of late summer.

Green vines climb all over the fence in the compound, and flowers bloom everywhere.

Ning An carefully treated the wound and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time.

Her big black and shiny eyes contained a shallow light, and if there was nothing, her face was peaceful and calm.

It took a long time for her to recomb her hair and tie it up with a scrunchie.

When she returned to the kitchen again, she saw Song Shaojun cooking.

Unexpectedly, Song Shaojun's craftsmanship is very good.

originally thought that he was a son-in-law brother with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, but Ning An was impressed.

"It's very fragrant." Ning An said with a smile.

"The wound is healed?" He cooked, the sleeves of his shirt tucked up to his elbows.

The elegant figure has a little more sense of stability at home, and the whole person is elegant and peaceful.

"Okay, shall I come?"

"No, you go and sit in the dining room."

"That's not good, I said that I would cook today, but it turned out that you were busy here, and I didn't want to go." Ning An was really embarrassed.

She just made a garlic crayfish, and she didn't even make the steak.

"If you really don't want to, you can make a fruit platter." Song Shaoyan's thin lips curled, he turned his head to look at her, and his gaze fell back into the pot.

"Okay." Ning An is very crisp.

The kitchen is very large, Song Shaojun cooks, and she goes to cut fruits.

There are many seasonal fruits in summer, and Ning'an washed grapes, cantaloupe, watermelon, and dragon fruit...... Make a fruit platter carefully.

After Song Shaojun made the ketchup, he walked behind her.

Ning An didn't notice him coming at all.

Song Shaojun reached out and took the knife, picked a radish, and cut out a small flower.

He placed the turnip ornament next to the plate and smiled: "How is it." ”

Ning An was surprised, her eyes looked at her without blinking, she turned to look at Song Shaojun: "How did you do it?" It's amazing. Have you studied it specifically? ”

"No, I was bored when I was a child, I thought about it myself, and then it will."

"It's amazing."

"It's just a small skill of carving insects." Song Shaojun disagreed and said with a smile.

Ning An looked at the flower and smiled, she admired it from the bottom of her heart, it was really amazing.

"Flowers" come to life, just like the real thing.

She wouldn't be anyway.

"Is it pretty?" Song Shaojun saw that she had been watching, "If you want to learn, I can teach you, but it's just a trick to coax people." ”

"It's beautiful."

Song Shaojun saw that she was very interested, so he picked another radish again, slowed down his movements, and showed her little by little.

Ning An looked very carefully.

Song Shaojun's ten fingers are white and slender, with distinct joints, and elegant and smooth movements.

After reading it, Ning An shook his head: "It's too difficult, don't learn it." ”

She's not a genius either, and it's really difficult for her.

"No need to learn, it's just fun." Song Shaojun smiled.