Falling back to gl

After such a long time, a small broken skin has already healed, so it is not painful.

But Nanjia is not asking Ji Cen'an, he doesn't care about this, and doesn't need to answer.

Ji Cen'an originally wanted to refuse, wanted to leave, and should have left after delivering the things, but he didn't have the chance.Nanjia has never given her a choice, and insisted on letting her stay here and not allow her to go anywhere.

Since it took a lot of effort to design this game, it will definitely not end so easily, not just after letting her watch it.

Nanjia kept her and did nothing.

"Eat first, and I'll see you off after ten o'clock." Nanjia said, making a promise, slowly brushing the corner of her mouth with warm fingertips, her expression was unpredictable, mixed with some inexplicable emotions.

The voice was calm and flat, and there was no sense of coercion, but in fact, he could not refuse, and Ji Cen'an's wishes were not allowed.

Nanjia also pinched Ji Cen'an's chin, and then said again: "I seem to have lost weight recently, working hard?"

He didn't like this kind of confrontation, and his heart tightened slightly. Ji Cen'an muttered for a long while, but finally couldn't say anything to continue to separate the relationship, and didn't provoke Nanjia any more.

Relentless, slow down your attitude.

"No," Ji Cen'an said, keeping his face away, "it's okay."

Only then did Nanjia put down her arm, Wen Jing put away her hand, and returned to normal.

Pushing the bowl a little further, Nanjia said softly, "This table should be cold later."

Knowing that, Ji Cen'an picked up the chopsticks.

Nanjia brought food for it, as if all the previous things did not exist, Pei Shaoyang had never been here, and he just made a special trip to invite Ji Cen'an to have a meal here tonight, not for other reasons, without any purpose.

No one came to disturb them, even the waiters were dismissed.

This is a unique world for two people, at least during the meal, those miscellaneous people or things are put aside, and they get along as if nothing had happened.

Nanjia didn't eat either. He was tired during the day and only had some free time right now.Seeing that Ji Cen'an made some movements, she also picked up the bowl and ate something along with her, moving her chopsticks.

The private room was clean and silent.

The atmosphere is dull, everyone is depressed.

"Stew brisket, try it."

After a while, Nanjia will add food to Ji Cen'an, and choose according to Ji Cen'an's taste.

Ji Cen'an had to continue and eat them all.

Nanjia was satisfied with it, and ate a piece of isinglass himself.

There are more than [-] dishes on a table. The dishes are exquisitely presented and the portions are large. Two people must not be able to finish them.

In fact, even if they ate for more than half an hour, those dishes did not seem to be significantly reduced.Nanjia didn't take much care of herself, and took care of Ji Cen'an most of the time. It didn't take long for Ji Cen'an's bowl to be full of small spikes.

Ji Cen'an was full in just a few mouthfuls, but he still didn't waste the bowl, and almost finished it.

The scene is weird and harmonious, and the sense of similarity lingers.

The past and reality are intertwined, deliberately and strangely.

"Today's soup doesn't seem to be fresh enough, and the taste is a bit bland." Nanjia said, quietly and elegantly, as if she regarded this place as Beiyuan in her words, she turned sideways and asked Ji Cen'an, "What do you think? OK?"

Ji Cen'an lowered his eyelids and looked at the table.

"It's all the same, there's not much difference."

They had been to this restaurant a few years ago, and the first time they came here was Nanjia brought by Ji Cen'an to celebrate his birthday.

And when Ji Cen'an hadn't learned how to make Guangfu soup, he sent people to buy takeaways from here and bring them to Beiyuan, and made sure that Nanjia had to drink them.

It's been too long since I tasted the familiar taste, Ji Cen'an can't remember it, as if he forgot what this soup tastes like.

You know, back then Ji Cen'an was very fond of finding fault, if the saltiness was wrong, then she would definitely find trouble for the restaurant, and she was critical to the extreme.

But later, when Ji Cen'an learned this soup, her culinary skills were really good, and the food she cooked was unpalatable enough, so she didn't bother with restaurants anymore, and she wouldn't be so sick.

Nanjia has a good memory, and I still have an impression of this.

"It's a bit worse than before, not enough." Nanjia said, finally stopped serving food, and took out a wet towel to wipe his hands slowly. He has a slight addiction to cleanliness and hates food oil stains.

While picking up food for Ji Cen'an, she accidentally touched the porcelain bowl containing the food. It was obvious that it wasn't oily, but she kept wiping it, as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, rubbing the back of her hand red with several slaps up.

Seeing her abnormality from the corner of the corner of the eye, Ji Cen'an looked at her taciturnly, his eyes fixed on the jade-white slender fingers.

Nanga's hands are beautiful, white and tender, thin, with beautiful and distinct joints, without any flaws, comparable to carved works of art.Ji Cen'an likes Nanjia's hands very much, he always holds them and covers them, and even kisses them when they are intimate, or uses these hands to satisfy his own bad taste, like an obsessed pervert with special hobbies.

One time when I went for a walk outside in winter, it was too cold, Ji Cen'an even took Nanjia's hand and pressed it against her body outside, letting her put it on her belly to warm her, fearing that her hands would be frozen.

Nanjia scolded her, because she couldn't save face in public, and didn't want to talk about it.

Ji Cen'an cheekily said, "Don't move, don't freeze."

"Stay away, don't come here." Nanjia despised her and was extremely unwilling.

Ji Cen'an was stubborn, but regardless of Nanjia's willingness or not, he took it for granted that Nanjia's hands were cold, so he broke Nanjia back and hugged him, and said meaningfully to Nanjia's ear, "I'll go to your place tonight." , spend the night..."

Thinking back suddenly, Ji Cen'an was startled, but did not act accordingly.

Nanjia noticed her distraction. After a while, she suddenly stopped wiping and said, "Help me."

Ji Cen'an raised his eyes and met Nanjia's gaze.

Nanjia calmly repeated, as if talking about a very normal thing, it should be done by Ji Cen'an.

"Wipe it for me, you come." Nanjia said.

Ji Cen'an still fought for it, and replied: "Yes."

Taking out a piece of clean paper, he grabbed Nanga's wrist, held it, and wiped it carefully.The strength is very small, not messing around like Nanga himself, let alone getting impatient.

The skin touches, and the heat is transmitted to the other party.

Nanjia's hand is cooler than Ji Cen'an's, and it's still not warm in summer, and his body is always cold.

Uncontrollably, Ji Cen'an's fingertips trembled, and he couldn't control it when he touched Nanjia.

Sensing her change, intentionally or unintentionally, Nanga curled his fingers and touched her with his fingertips.

Ji Cen'an didn't respond, and Quan pretended to be unconscious.

Nanjia still didn't let her go, and touched her twice again, forcing her to respond.

Ji Cen'an stopped completely, and soon, he grabbed Nanjia's wrist and whispered, "You came from the company?"

Say something casually to divert Nanga's attention.

Nanjia Ansheng let him go and said: "I went to Beihuai, I'm a bit busy in the afternoon."

Beihuai, a street located in the central area, is surrounded by office buildings, and the headquarters of the Internet company invested by Nanjia is also there.

Ji Cen'an has been to Beihuai frequently, so he is very familiar with it.Hearing the name of the place, she could roughly guess that Nanjia was in the past for work or a meeting, and maybe met some boss or something, but she didn't ask about it, she just said: "Are you tired?"

As he said, he wiped it bit by bit with his heart.Nanjia's hands were not dirty, they were actually very white, much better than hers, but she was still serious and meticulous.

Make this look intentionally, and follow along without touching the opponent's reverse scales.

Nanjia took advantage of this trick, and only then restrained those performances that should not have been, and drew his arms away after a while, not letting him touch them again.

Suddenly wake up, if you want it, you don't want it.

"Not tired, nothing." Nanjia said lightly.

Just now the warmth is fleeting, and the next second it will turn into nothingness.

Throwing away the wipes, Ji Cen'an hummed.

"It's worse than you," Nanga said, "I can rest occasionally during the day."

Ji Cen'an said, "That's fine."

It's been a while and they've calmed down a bit, and they're not that impulsive.Nanjia was a little tired, and didn't want to talk any more, her eyes fell on Ji Cen'an and looked at him, wondering what she was thinking.

"Go back, it's late." Ji Cen'an said first.

It was almost ten o'clock, a few minutes away.

It passed in a flash, I didn't feel anything, and I just chatted for a while.

Nanjia was trustworthy and agreed to let her go back, and she would not go back on what she said at this time.

Zhao Qihong was called, and the meeting came to an end.

When they reached the door, Nanjia called Ji Cen'an again for no reason.

Ji Cen'an stopped.

With a very peaceful tone, Nanjia said, "See you in two days."

Ji Cen'an froze and didn't reply.

The restaurant is far away from the Internet cafe, more than half an hour's drive.

They didn't go all the way. Nanjia had another car to pick them up, and they had to go to other places at night. Zhao Qihong was responsible for safely sending Ji Cen'an to work.

On the way back, Ji Cen'an and Zhao Qihong didn't say much. When they were about to reach the entrance of the Internet cafe, Zhao Qihong looked in the rearview mirror and said, "If you need anything later, Miss Jiang Can can contact me at any time."

Ji Cen'an raised his eyelids and looked straight ahead.

As if not aware of her discomfort, Zhao Qihong seemed concerned and said: "If you encounter difficult things and cannot handle them by yourself, you can find them at any time."

Obviously, he was conveying the meaning of his boss, but he didn't know whether he was sincere or not.

After all, according to tonight's posture, Nanjia is still brooding over Ji Cen'an, and will not let go for a while, let alone let go.Such "goodness" is not a show of favor, and Ji Cen'an understands that.

Ji Cen'an is a smart person, she understands without being too straightforward.

But she ignored Zhao Qihong, opened the door and got out of the car when she arrived, not even willing to say thank you.

Zhao Qihong drove away and quickly crashed into the dense night.

This time I caught up with the night shift time of the Internet cafe, and I was not late, and I would not be scolded or deducted wages.

Ji Cen'an wasn't in the mood for work. He went in, but he was restless all night, thinking about things.

Early in the morning, Babyface came over to take over with breakfast, and threw a copy to her when he arrived.

The steamed buns that Babyface paid for were not bought by Ah Chong.

Ji Cen'an took it back. After paying his wages, he packed up his things and went back to Tongzi Lane.

After such an uneventful night, this day is destined to be restless.

Turn into the alley, go upstairs, and walk to the door of the rental house.

Before he could find the key to open the door, Ji Cen'an stood still and saw the broken lock with his lowered eyes.

She was not there last night, and someone had already patronized the place and entered the house to search.

It is not difficult to know who will come here, without any effort to ponder.

It must not be a thief looking for money. Anyone with a brain can see that this place is poor and white. It is strange to be able to enter the house and steal money.

The lock on the door was useless and badly damaged.

Ji Cen was silent, thought for a long time, took it away and threw it on the ground, raised his long legs, and entered the door without changing his expression.