When Feng Chen opened the door and went in, and was about to close the door, she stepped forward quickly, pressed against the door panel, and said pitifully: "I've been waiting for you for almost three hours, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and my mouth is a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water to drink?" ”

It was also at this moment that her stomach came with a "gurgling" sound.

Although it embarrassed her, it just proved that she was not lying.

Feng Chen also heard it, and he hesitated, whether he was so ruthless to drive her away.

He let go of the doorknob and turned to walk to the couch.

Song Zhiyue pushed open the door and entered the house, glanced at the dust that threw his coat on the sofa and walked to the water dispenser, and then looked at his residence.

This is the first time she has come to the dusty apartment, and the decoration in the living room is very elegant, and it can be seen that she is a person with a very high-end taste in life.

Feng Chen took her a glass of water, and turned to look at Song Zhiyue, who was standing at the entrance, looking around.

"Aren't you going to drink water?"

Song Zhiyue saw that he didn't change his shoes, so he walked over, put the bag on the sofa, took the water cup from his hand, and said "thank you" in a small way.

"Sit down." Feng Chen's face was tired, and his expression was a little haggard.

Song Zhiyue looked very distressed, pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but saw Feng Chen squatting down and opening the drawer of the coffee table, and took out a bucket of instant noodles from it.

"Only this, soak yourself, leave after eating, remember to help me close the door."

He put the instant noodles on the coffee table and went upstairs after speaking.

Song Zhiyue looked at his back with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Although he was still as cold to her as ever, today was better than usual.

At least let her into his house, heard that she was hungry, and brought him instant noodles.

Except for a box of paper towels and a TV remote control on the coffee table, there was not even a fruit bowl.

There is not even a fruit bowl, let alone fruit.

So she guessed that he probably only had instant noodles here.

She was so hungry that she put down the water glass in her hand, tore open the bucket, and began to bubble the noodles.

After receiving the water, while waiting, she took out her mobile phone and took a few photos of the dusty home.

She may not be able to set foot in his house in the future, so it's better to leave a souvenir.

She was holding her mobile phone, walking around and shooting, when she saw Feng Chen coming down from upstairs.

She hurriedly put her phone away, with an embarrassed face: "I'm looking for the bathroom." ”

Feng Chen casually pointed his finger, said "that", and walked down the steps indifferently.

Since she said that she was looking for the bathroom, she couldn't help but go, so she had to go into the bathroom.

After coming out of it, Feng Chen hadn't gone upstairs yet, he was sitting on the sofa, and there was also a bucket of instant noodles on the coffee table in front of him, which had the same flavor as hers.

She shook the water stains on her hand and walked up to him: "You haven't eaten dinner yet?" ”

Feng Chen seemed extremely tired, leaning back and leaning on the back of the sofa.

For just a few minutes waiting for the instant noodles to soak, his eyes were closed.

He ignored her question

The light above his head shrouded his body, and he looked lonely and lonely.

He didn't have enough to eat a bucket of instant noodles, so Song Zhiyue said, "I'll cook some supper." ”

Feng Chen still didn't say anything.

She looked at him and took matters into the kitchen.

When she opened the refrigerator, she finally knew why Dusty hadn't stopped her.

Because the fridge was empty of everything.

There wasn't even electricity.

She closed the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen slowly, seeing that Feng Chen had already started eating with a bucket of noodles.