Before she could react, Leng Jian had already walked forward, bent down and picked up the pair of men's slippers, looking back at Zhang Lingying.

Zhang Lingying was nervous and walked forward without saying a word. He took the slippers from him, and explained with a tough head, saying, "This is bought for you, you haven't even had time to cut the label."

Zhang Lingying pointed to the small tag hanging on the slippers, and felt a little more confident in her heart, and continued, "Didn't I just said that I just moved here and my home is in space. I thought about it. I have friends now, and the home always needs to prepare some things for guests. Now, before I can pack it up, you came to see me, so the guest room is still messy and the things are also placed in a strange way."

Seeing her anxious explanation, Leng Jian curled a doting smile on her lips, "I just asked casually, why are you panic? I don't know, I thought there was a man hidden in your wardrobe, afraid that I would find out."

Zhang Lingying gasped: "..."

She suspected that Leng Jian saw through her heart at first glance, but she had no evidence!

Leng Jian seemed to be challenging her fragile little heart, turned his head and glanced at the closed cabinet door, and joked: "Do you mind if I look at your wardrobe?"

"...you, just look at it, I don't mind." Zhang Lingying said without mind, holding the slippers' hand, and was already trying hard to twist the slippers into a hemp rope.

His eyes were staring at the hand that Leng Jian placed on the wardrobe handle, and he swallowed suddenly...

Leng Jian didn't really open the wardrobe in the end, but just reached out and pinched her nose, "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Seeing that you are so nervous, I'm going to really open your wardrobe, I'm afraid you will be scared to cry."

Zhang Lingying: “…”

He was really right, and she didn't dare to refute it.

"I just woke up, are you hungry? I'll take you to have a meal." Leng Jian suggested.

Zhang Lingying still remembers Lu Jing, who was stuck in the closet by her, was waiting pitifully for her to cook for him. If she agreed to go out for dinner with Leng Jian, Lu Jing would probably be so angry that she would come out of the closet and beat her up immediately, and would be so angry that she would be autistic.

"I don't have much appetite. You just got off work, go to have a meal. I just cook a bowl of porridge for myself."

"How can I just drink porridge when I'm sick?" Leng Jian frowned in disagreement.

Zhang Lingying immediately became timid and added weakly: "There are ingredients in the refrigerator, so I can cook two more dishes for myself, not just drinking porridge."

Leng Jian's face cleared a little and said, "This is OK. You sit and play with your phone for a while. I'll cook. I'll ask you to eat when it's done."

Zhang Lingying was stunned: "..."

Leng Jian turned around and entered the kitchen.

Zhang Lingying really didn't expect that Leng Jian could go to the hall and go to the kitchen, but could not ask her for dinner, so she could still cook for her.

She followed Leng Jian like a small tail.

Seeing him enter the kitchen, it took several minutes to figure out her habit of placing things and what ingredients were available in the refrigerator, and immediately rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and started cooking.

Zhang Lingying is really stupid now. When Leng Jian ordered her to brush her teeth and wash her face, she left the kitchen with her hands and feet...

When she walked to the door of the guest room, she suddenly remembered Lu Jing who was sealed in the closet by her. She quickly closed the door, slipped to the front of the closet, quietly opened the door, and asked in a low voice: "Dragon, please answer when you receive it!"

No one responded.

In the wardrobe, it was as quiet as if there was no one else.
Chapter completed!