Chen Rong was still thinking about setting up a set in the office, but he didn't know that he had already made it clear. His phone rang and the message was sent by Zhao Yi. He couldn't help but be stunned, "Let me go to this place for dinner? Whose family hasn't explained it clearly."

Although she was a little puzzled, she thought that it was probably Zhao Yi who wanted her to eat healthy and sent someone to stare at her.

Then he replied, "I understand."

Chen Rong had to take care of the studio at night, but he went to the address directly after get off work, which was very close to this place, but he still looked for it for a while. The man probably had already told the guard, so he entered the community smoothly. When he arrived at the door, he rang the doorbell.

Holding a fruit basket in his hand, thinking about what to say for free.

However, when the door opened, he was stunned. Looking at the person who rolled up his sleeves and was still surrounded by an apron, he said in surprise: "Song Yiran?"

"Come in." Song Yiran asked Chen Rong into the room and went to the kitchen himself.

The place here is not very big, but it is very beautifully decorated. Only Song Yiran lives alone, with many paintings hanging on the walls and a fat orange cat.

Chen Rong was afraid of embarrassment, but when he saw the cat, it disappeared. He put the fruit basket down and fucked the cat. He lifted the orange cat's cute claws and showed the perverted smile, "So cute."

“Meow~”

The orange cat took off his paws and rubbed his head against Chen Rong's hand.

Chen Rong couldn't let go of her cat when she saw Song Yiran bringing the vegetables and asked her: "What's your cat's name?"

"Fat." Song Yiran looked up at Chen Rong who was lying on the sofa and hugging the cat, and placed the dishes on the dining table beside the window, "Wash your hands and eat, I don't know what you taste, so I made some of them casually."

Chen Rong then remembered that he was here to have a meal, and couldn't help but feel a little flattered. Unexpectedly, Song Yiran was so good at cooking. After washing his hands, he followed Song Yiran into the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

"Be careful of the hot." Before Song Yiran could finish speaking, Chen Rong had already gone to serve the soup directly, and was so scalded that he quickly retracted his hand.

Chen Rong thought to himself that he was really careless. Song Yiran held her hand and slashed her cold fingers over the back of her hand, which made her a little stunned. Song Yiran looked at the red place in Chen Rong's palm and pulled her to wash the cold water.

Chen Rong looked at her lowered eyes and realized that Song Yiran was actually very gentle, but her personality was too cold. After getting married and having children, she might be a good wife and mother. But obviously she would not be able to see Song Yiran in her life.

"Does it still hurt?" Song Yiran asked.

Chen Rong then came to his senses and retracted his hand, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small problem. I've been in a car accident before, so it's just a bit hot."

Chen Rong finished speaking casually, took a veil to serve the soup, and walked out of the kitchen steadily.

On the dining table.

Song Yiran also looked very elegant when eating, just like a painting. Chen Rong probably saw what it means to be beautiful and delicious.

"Auntie said you have lost a lot of weight recently, so let you eat more." Song Yiran noticed that Chen Rong had been staring at him, picked up a chopstick and put it in her bowl, "Do you think it's strange? I can cook?"

Chen Rong was actually just looking at Song Yi. Since she said that, she would not deny it, "Yes, I thought you couldn't cook."

Song Yiran smiled, this time she really smiled, raised her eyes and looked at Chen Rong with a smile, "What do you want to eat tomorrow night?"

Chen Rong actually thought of Chen Xiao, who worked hard at home, but in just a moment he had already forgotten his conscience, "I want to eat fish, I really envy you. My cooking skills are very poor, and I can only cook dumplings or dumplings." The last sentence couldn't help but smile. At least my black hole-like cooking skills have improved a lot.

After dinner, Chen Rong insisted on helping with washing dishes, and Song Yiran sat in the living room and watched TV for a while.

Chen Rong sat on the sofa when he came out. He had already wanted to sit for a while, so he hugged the orange cat on his knees and was very happy to stroking the cat. Song Yiran couldn't help but smile when she looked like that, "The apartment you live in is quite far from the studio, right? Why don't you move here? There are still free rooms here."

"What?" Chen Rong was stunned and thought he had heard it wrong for a moment.

Why did Song Yiran suddenly invite herself to live together? Is this... considered living together?

"Don't get me wrong. I'm often not at home. Every time I go out to work, I can only give it to others for care. This guy is not used to living in other places. I think you like pets very much. If you live here, you can ask you to help watch the cat." Song Yiran's tone was calm, as if he had just considered this.

Chen Rong fell into deep thought. Happiness came so suddenly that she didn't dare to agree.

"I still have two cats and a dog, and I have been keeping it with my agent. If you can move here, I can take them back." Song Yiran raised his hand and released his long hair, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders, an indescribable sense of abstinence. "I usually stay in other places, so you can treat this place as your own home."

Chen Rong was so envious of Song Yiran. He was both a cat and a dog at a young age and was pretty. Although he was here to be a shoveler, rounding up meant he had a good relationship with Song Yiran.

I immediately agreed readily, "Okay, but I don't know how to take care of pets, so I might ask you to teach me more."

Song Yiran picked up the water cup on the table, took a sip, and pursed her thin lips: "Yes."

It was already very late for Chen Rong to return to the apartment. Chen Xiaobao was lying on the sofa and was having fun. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he said lazily: "You are back. I'm going abroad tomorrow. You should be able to stay by yourself, right?"

Chen Rong was originally thinking about how to move out with Chen Xiaoshu, but he didn't expect that it would actually say it was going on a business trip first, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Why didn't I know you have this itinerary?"

Chen Xiao put down his phone and sat up, a little proud: "Actually, I am so good at playing Crypto Joy. I was chosen to participate in the Crypto Joy King Competition. The prize money is huge hahaha~"

Chen Rong thought it was really a financial fan, so he told it about moving to Song Yiran's residence. He thought Chen Xiao would say that it values ​​color over friends, but he didn't expect it to look at Chen Rong, "You are not worth it. Song Yiran's cooking skills are so good, don't you take me to have a free meal?"

Chen Rong glanced at her, "Do you have the nerve to go?"

Chen Xiao was embarrassed. As long as he was thick-skinned, he could do anything. He put down his phone and said to Chen Rong: "Although I have a private itinerary, I think this is also improving the artist's personal cultivation, so I applied to go abroad with paid attention!"

Chen Rong snorted, sat on the sofa and threw it in his hand, saying, "Okay, pay, but you'd better take your assistant with you to avoid being abducted and trafficked abroad."

Just decided so happily.

At night, Chen Xiao downloaded several other games on his mobile phone and found that this modern world was really interesting. He secretly decided to choose more different worlds in the future so that he could play different games by himself.

Real game fans. System.

Chen Rong didn't have much stuff, so he took some clothes and went there. Chen Xiaoda also left in his colorful battle robe in the morning. Is it going abroad to play games? No, it is improving his self-cultivation!

Song Yiran had tidied up Chen Rong's room, and there was a study room between Chen Rong's room. She was going to work in the morning, so she gave Chen Rong the key and left by herself. She told Chen Rong to go to her room to catch Pangpang.

Chen Rong's room was well decorated and many details were taken into consideration. He couldn't help but admire Song Yiran as a careful person. When she went to Song Yiran's room, she found that the other party's room was very deserted, just like her personality, with no extra things at all.

"Pangpang, come here." Chen Rong picked up the cat, looked at the photos hanging on the walls and various trophies visited on the shelves, and couldn't help but smack her tongue, "It's worthy of being a winner in life, it's really excellent." She glanced at her eyes and saw a document on the table, and exclaimed, "She seemed to have said she wanted to take this endorsement document away?"

Chen Rong was not sure, so he opened the first message to Song Yiran - a private account.

After all, Song Yiran's so-called official account had ignored her before.

Chen Rong carried the cat out and took the door with him casually. The fat orange looked like a little fairy, and her weight obviously exceeded that. Her cell phone rang, it was Zhao Yi, "Hey, mom?"

Zhao Yi heard a cat's voice, "Did you keep a cat?"

"No, it's Song Yiran's cat." Chen Rong walked to the living room and put Ju Pangpang on the sofa. "I live in Song Yiran's house now. Her place is very close to where I work, so I lived here."

"Are you living together?" Zhao Yi exclaimed softly, with a little happy voice: "Then you have to be more sensible when you live in someone's house. Less edible and lazy, so don't let Yiran bother you."

"I understand." Chen Rong didn't know what Zhao Yi's mysterious reaction was. "I'm going out to buy vegetables later, so I won't tell you first."

"Wait." Zhao Yi stopped Chen Rong: "Don't you remember what happened before? Let me tell you about Yiran's preferences. Yiran is different from her younger brother. You can't treat it the same way. Some people are pinched by Nuwa, and some are thrown out of mud. Yiran is obviously the former, so you must be gentle and considerate to her so that she will open her heart to you..."

When Chen Rong heard Zhao Yida say something for a few hours, he quickly interrupted her: "Mom, I'm here to help take care of the cat. What are you doing when you say this?"

"Although the germination of all feelings requires some luck, it also requires theoretical knowledge." Zhao Yi muttered.

Chen Rong huh, after a few fools, he hung up the phone, always feeling that her mother was so angry.

At this time, Song Yiran's prestige also restored her.

[Sorry, I forgot to bring it with you. I'm a little busy here. Can you please help me bring it with you?]

Chen Rong hurriedly replied that he could.

At this time, Zhang Jing was looking for the document in Song Yiran's studio in Hua'an Building, "Hey, did you not bring the document?"

"Forgot." Song Yiran put away his phone.

"You never did this before." Zhang Jing was a little puzzled: "I'm letting me go over and get it now?"

"No need, there are people at home, I'll send it to me later." After Song Yiran finished speaking, he tapped his finger on the table twice, "I'll buy some ice cream, the original flavor."

"Customers shouldn't eat this, right?" Zhang Jing thought Song Yiran ordered it for the brand he would like to meet later. After all, Song Yiran himself has strict requirements on his figure, so he definitely wouldn't eat such high-calorie things.

Song Yiran glanced at him and curled the corners of his mouth.

The little assistant who came in with the documents almost bumped into the door when he saw this smile. This charm made people excited and abstinent.

Chen Rong came up with Ju Pangpang in her arms, and she was still very early. She was afraid that Song Yiran would delay the business, so she came when she received the message. When she entered the door, she asked someone to take her to Song Yiran's office and knocked in, "I've brought it, is it still time?"

Song Yiran nodded: "Yeah, thank you."

"You're welcome!" Chen Rong was about to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but Song Yiran handed over a handkerchief. She was stunned and took it.

"Wait for me for a while and invite you to lunch." Song Yiran lowered her head and looked through the documents. She didn't even raise her head. Before Chen Rong could answer, she said to Zhang Jing: "Let's go, the brand's people are here too."

Zhang Jing really felt that he had seen a ghost, and followed Song Yiran out, as if he was stepping on cotton. The relationship between Song Yiran and someone in the family was Chen Rong? And the cat Chen Rong was holding was Song Yiran's treasured daughter, right? People were not allowed to touch each other on weekdays, so Chen Rong was actually letting him run out to wander like this?

Chen Rong looked at Song Yiran's back and sat down on the sofa. At this moment, he ran over alone and handed the ice cream to Chen Rong, "Hello, Sister Ran told me to buy it for you."

Chen Rong took the ice cream blankly and took a sip. The sweet smell melted in his mouth.

What's going on when I'm a little bit inexplicably?
Chapter completed!