When Qiao Junxi was cooking, Zhao Qingyan stood at the kitchen door and watched.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to help, but that her participation can only cause trouble for Qiao Junxi and lower his cooking standards.

The potato cubes she cut were of different sizes, and even she felt terrible after seeing them herself.

"Be good, go out. I can do it myself." In the end, Qiao Junxi had to invite her out of the kitchen. If she stayed in the kitchen, he would be distracted, worried that she would bump into her in a hurry, and worried that she would cut her fingers a lot. So the best way is to keep her away from the kitchen and keep a safe distance.

Zhao Qingxian never thought that watching a person cook would have such great fun.

I saw Qiao Junxi busy in an orderly manner. The pot had already turned on, but he could not leave the work of washing and cutting vegetables.

The kitchen is clean and tidy from beginning to end, without any trace of messyness.

Soon, the smell of food came from the kitchen, making people's index fingers tremble.

Looking at the figure moving back and forth in the kitchen, Zhao Qingyan was inexplicably moved.

He wore a white shirt, and often only left her a perfect silhouette. Who could imagine that such a heartwarming man would be the powerful and powerful figure in the business world?

But at this moment, he was really staying in his sight.

Some people say, "Because of such a real life, I am grateful for the fireworks on earth."

Zhao Qingyan suddenly felt the urge to hug him.

"Well, it'll be simmered for two minutes on low heat. It's time to start the meal." Qiao Junxi covered the pot and said in a slightly raised voice. He thought Zhao Qingyan was in the living room, or somewhere else.

But when he turned around, he found that Zhao Qingyan was standing a few steps away from him, staring at him steadily.

So there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qingyan completely fell into his charming smile, as if she was suddenly possessed by a demon. She walked up to him, held his face, and tiptoed to kiss him.

Before Qiao Junxi's smile could be restrained, a refreshing fragrance swept over and mixed into the rich fireworks.

He was slightly stunned, his ink-colored eyes became deeper, and then he grabbed her slender waist and deepened the kiss...

There was a low fire in the kitchen, and a boiling sound of juice in the pot.

The setting sun shines in, and the kitchen and living room are covered with beautiful flowers.

It was six o'clock in the evening, and some people said it was suitable for meeting and kissing.

It was so smooth as it was originally said.

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The dinner was made by Qiao Junxi himself, and the red wine treasured by Qiao Junxi.

Zhao Qingyan was very proud of her face and feasted on her.

Of course, this is also due to Qiao Junxi's cooking skills being really good.

Zhao Qingyan had a light alcohol tolerance, and after drinking a glass, he was already slightly drunk.

Everything that happened later came naturally.

Qiao Junxi looked at her bright red face that was close to her and tempted, "Can you stay tonight?"

His sexy voice bewitched her, causing her heart to completely sink into his magnetic voice...

Finally, she nodded in a fascinating way.

He almost couldn't wait to pull her into his arms and lowered his head and kissed her.

That night, a room of warmth was created on the double bed that they personally selected.

The dusk is shining brightly, the stars are chasing the sun, everything in the world is quiet...

This is twelve o'clock at night, and some people say it is suitable for hugging and sleeping together.
Chapter completed!