Feast for Shengsheng

Nan Sheng didn’t know what Song Xiao was thinking, but she could feel Song Xiao’s sudden strength.

It was a tight feeling coming from deep in the throat.

As they approach inch by inch, they are plundering cities and seizing ponds.

You're welcome.

Nan Sheng's seduction vanished in an instant, and her breathing became difficult.

But he did not let go of the hand that was around Song Xiao.

Because the space was narrow, the two of them were very close to each other.

Nan Sheng could clearly feel Song Xiao's reaction.

Nan Sheng could even easily notice that this person was sweating.

The air in Nan Sheng's chest was drained out, and her breathing became difficult.

But even so, Nan Sheng did not let go.

Until Song Xiao let go of Nan Sheng.

He rested his forehead against Nan Sheng's, panting slightly, "Be good and play over there at the desk. I'll have dinner when I'm done."

It’s not that Song Xiao didn’t want to, but his great willpower stopped his impulse.

At the very least, he cannot touch Nan Sheng until he can give her a good life.

Nor will it make the current chaotic situation worse.

When he met Nan Sheng in the cemetery, Song Xiao knew with his toes that something must have happened to Nan Sheng.

Otherwise, why would she run out alone?

According to Song Xiao's understanding of Lu Shiyan, Lu Shiyan must be keeping an eye on Nan Sheng, so how could he let Nan Sheng come out alone?

Nan Sheng probably realized something, her heart beating fast: "Okay..."

Now, Nan Sheng didn't dare to hesitate and turned around and walked towards the desk.

Song Xiao stood there, and it probably took him a long time to calm himself down. Then he finished cooking the last piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The two of them ate a simple meal of three dishes and one soup around the small dining table.

Even in the rental house, there is no air conditioning, just a small electric fan.

The temperature in Haicheng is not too high now, so a small electric fan will do the trick.

"After dinner, I'll accompany you to buy some daily necessities you need." Song Xiao suddenly spoke.

Nan Sheng said, "Okay, I don't need anything. I can use whatever you need."

In fact, Nan Sheng had nothing, but she didn't want to add extra burden to Song Xiao.

Song Xiao smiled and knew what Nan Sheng was thinking, but he didn't say anything.

After the two of them finished their meal, Nan Sheng naturally went to wash the dishes.

But he was stopped by Song Xiao.

"I'll do it, just wait for me." Song Xiao said.

"I can do it too. You can't always do everything for me. Then I'll become a burden to you. Not only will you have to support me, but you'll also have to take care of me. Even Superman can't stand it." Nan Sheng said directly.

Then Nan Sheng pushed Song Xiao down: "You stay here, I'll go wash the dishes."

After saying that, Nan Sheng turned around and went to the sink with the dishes.

There wasn't much stuff for the two of them, so it could be washed in no time.

In fact, Nan Sheng never did these housework before, during that long and passive period of waiting.

Nan Sheng wore herself out in depression, and ultimately relied on these housework to pass the time.

So Nan Sheng’s housework is not bad.

Even cooking is not as bad as Song Xiao thought.

Instead, Song Xiao looked at Nan Sheng quietly, with a hint of confusion flashing in his lowered brows.

In his memory, Nan Sheng in her previous life, when she lived with him in Boston, really did not have to do any housework.

Song Xiao had to take care of everything, even the fruit had to be cut before Nan Sheng would touch it.

Nan Sheng seems to have completely changed now.

It made Song Xiao feel both strange and familiar.

So what went wrong?

"Okay." Nan Sheng wiped her hands and stood in front of Song Xiao.

Song Xiao finally came back to his senses from his memories: "Well, let's go downstairs and take a walk. The small supermarket here may not be able to buy the brands you are used to."

"It doesn't matter. Dabao is also very useful." Nan Sheng smiled.

There's really nothing to complain about.

Some things, once lost and found again, are so precious that no amount of money can replace them.

Song Xiao smiled lightly but didn't say anything.

Hand in hand, the two of them bought some daily necessities at a small supermarket in the village.

The things in the store are too expensive.

Nan Sheng didn't let Song Xiao buy anything, so she only bought emergency underwear and went to Taobao to buy some replacement clothes.

The ones I choose are all cheap, as long as the material is cotton.

Because it's not made of cotton, Nan Sheng will be allergic to it.

After buying things, the two walked along the riverside.

Nan Sheng remembered that soon this area would become the most prosperous city center of Haicheng.

It will be in stark contrast to the current mess.

"Are you tired?" Song Xiao asked Nan Sheng.

Nan Sheng shook her head: "I'm not tired."

"Then let's walk another circle?" Song Xiao looked at Nan Sheng.

"Okay." Nan Sheng nodded.

They walked around the river twice before Song Xiao took Nan Sheng back to the rental house.

Nan Sheng didn't bother Song Xiao, but lowered her head to play with the man's pad, while Song Xiao was drawing in front of his notebook.

Nan Sheng got tired of playing, so she lowered her head and tried to draw on the pad.

Nan Sheng is very talented. Although she has not yet graduated from a design major, she can easily draw whatever she likes using software.

Song Xiao looked down at Nan Sheng drawing on the pad with a pen, and he walked over to take a look.

I was really surprised by Nan Sheng’s talent.

In his previous life, Song Xiao had no idea that Nan Sheng was interested in architecture.

Now Song Xiao feels that Nan Sheng may also shine in this field.

"Don't be like this here, be more tactful. Also, your design is actually unreasonable. There must be a smoke exhaust duct on every floor..." Song Xiao explained to Nan Sheng in a low voice.

Nan Sheng listened carefully and asked Song Xiao a hundred thousand questions.

Song Xiao answered Nan Sheng in a good-tempered manner.

When Nan Sheng came to her senses, she realized that they were very close.

It was so close that I could clearly smell the faint scent of shower gel on Song Xiao.

It’s the same style as hers.

It has a nice peach scent, Nan Sheng likes it very much.

And Song Xiao also realized it.

Now, Song Xiao subconsciously felt a little passive.

Nan Sheng didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but she grabbed Song Xiao's hand.

Song Xiao staggered and the two leaned against each other.

"Stop messing around." Song Xiao said in a low voice.

Nan Sheng remained calm: "Why am I messing around? It's already 12 o'clock, aren't you going to sleep?"

The room is only about ten square meters and has a single bed of one meter one.

Neither she nor Song Xiao is fat, but they have to squeeze together to sleep.

This would be too ambiguous because the two people are so close.

It's easy for a gun to go off.

But other than that, there was nowhere to sleep.

Song Xiao was calm: "You sleep on the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."

Song Xiao made a good distribution, then he directly grabbed Nan Sheng's hand and quickly stood up to spread the mat on the floor.

Nan Sheng was silent for a moment.

Nan Sheng knew that Song Xiao was a gentleman.

But Nan Sheng really didn't expect that this person could be such a gentleman after coming to her door on his own initiative.

But Nan Sheng didn't force anything.