After a while, the smell of oil wafted through the crack in the door.
Fu Sinian walked over and opened the door, he leaned against the door, his eyes fell on her, with three points of restraint.
Fu Ye died early, for Fu Sinian.
He doesn't feel much of the warmth of the family, and the love given to him by Fu's mother is not as good as a complete family.
The light glows faintly.
Her white shirt was a pastel hue.
Fu Sinian's heart was soft.
Probably that's what it feels like to be at home, with your loved ones.
Three meals a day, coarse tea and light rice.
He closed his gaze.
Ye Qingan was wearing an apron in her hand, the range hood was humming, and she was choking and coughing.
There were tears in his eyes, and his eyes were red.
Noticing something strange behind her, she turned around. was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Sinian.
"Hey, why are you here?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the oil in the pan crackled and jumped out.
She was defenseless for a while, a large piece of oil Xingzi burned the back of her hand, Ye Qingan frowned subconsciously, and quickly retracted her hand.
She looked down, and the back of her hand was burned red, and the burning pain seemed to be roasted by fire.
Fu Sinian's heart twitched fiercely when he watched this scene, and he almost immediately clenched his palms, staring at the place where she was burned by oil.
The thin lips were tightly pursed without saying a word, and his face became ugly for a moment.
He knew his identity and position in Ye Qing'an's heart at the moment, and he couldn't care rashly.
Losing Qing'an again is for him.
It's just that life is worse than death.
So even if he wanted to take Qing'an into his arms and comfort him softly, he would have to hold back.
At least now he is not qualified to do so.
So Fu Sinian walked over and turned off the fire first, and said without being salty or light: "Go and rinse it with cold water."
His face turned a little colder, and when he spoke, he was full of intimidation, Ye Qingan touched his nose and obediently turned on the cold water and flushed the back of his hand.
The cold water ran across his skin, and the burning pain was better.
Drops of water dripped down her fingertips.
Fu Sinian stood beside her, and her whole body was covered in his shadow.
His slender fingers gripped her fingertips.
Ye Qingan was a little unaccustomed to it, and subconsciously wanted to pull out.
Fu Sinian raised his eyes and glanced at her.
There was a deep luster reflected in the dark eyes, like a cold star.
Ye Qingan shrunk his neck, but he didn't resist again.
Fu Sinian gently touched the back of her hand: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's much better now."
Fu Sinian did not respond.
It took about ten minutes or so.
She suddenly said, "Bondage."
Fu Sinian, who was about to take over the cooking, trembled.
He said quietly, "What's wrong?"
"Why do you give me such a strange feeling" I don't know if it is because I have been with Fu Sinian for a long time, Ye Qingan is relaxed at the moment.
Without thinking about it, she blurted out.
"Sometimes like a child, sometimes like an adult."
Ye Qingan muttered, his voice was very small: "Do you have two faces?"
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The air suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the spatula stir-frying could be heard, and the aroma of the vegetables soon overflowed, and Fu Sinian was stir-frying with his back to her.
Ye Qingan didn't know if he heard it and didn't want to reply, or if he didn't hear it at all.
Anyway, Fu Sinian did not respond to her question.
She stood there stunned, trying to help but not knowing what to do.
Her eyes flickered around, and her gaze finally fixed on Fu Sinian's body.
His back is thin, and the contours of his cheeks are clearly defined when viewed from the side.
Fu Si is a good old man, Ye Qing'an knew this the first time he saw him.
His appearance is a little more feminine, but he is also very aggressive, and he does not make people think that he is a bully.
Ye Qingan stared at his back for a moment.
Fu Sinian's cooking technique is very fluent, and it seems that he should cook often.
He expertly adjusted the ingredients, cut them and put them in the pot.
Then Fu Sinian thought she was in the way, and simply kicked her out of the kitchen.
Across the door, Ye Qing'an: "I can actually cook."
Well, the struggle at the moment is a little pale.
There was a stir-fry sound inside, but Fu Sinian didn't respond to her.
Ye Qingan sat down on the sofa with a lack of interest, and casually pulled a doll and held it in his arms.
Nested in the sofa, Ye Qingan suddenly felt that there was some popularity at home.
Usually she was alone, and she was somewhat deserted.
Smoke from the stir-fry slowly came out and filled the room.
Fu Sinian lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the shovel in the pot.
It's been ten years since I separated from Qing'an Smoke clouds in front of me.
The aroma gradually wafted out, and Fu Sinian's thoughts were a little trance-like.
He added some water to the pot and covered it.
It didn't take much effort, Fu Sinian walked out with a plate of dishes.
Finally, the sweet and sour pork ribs are wrapped in layers of sauce, which are fragrant and attractive.
In the past few days, Ye Qing'an has been busy and tired, she is nesting in the sofa with her eyelids fighting, and she is hooked by the aroma of food.
The stomach gurgled and was a little loud.
Her face flushed, and she glanced at Fu Sinian with a weak heart, and she was relieved to see him naturally arranging the dishes and chopsticks.
Ye Qingan found a place to sit down, although Ye Junyan asked her to take care of Fu Sinian.
But now how do you look at her, she is the one who is taken care of, and she also bothers her little brother to pick her up on a rainy day, and she has to cook when she gets home.
So Ye Qingan secretly swore in her heart that she would wash his clothes seriously.
Her eyes were drawn to the sweet and sour pork ribs on the table.
The reddish-brown soup is sweet and rich, and the aroma is sweet from the tip of the nose to the throat.
Ye Qingan licked his lips.
I'm so hungry.
When Fu Sinian sat down, she took a small bite of rice in a reserved bite.
On the ground, Fu Sinian sandwiched a piece of pork ribs into her bowl.
He smiled and said, "Sister, you can taste it."
Ye Qingan was also embarrassed to refuse, and lowered his head and took a bite.
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, smooth and smooth.
When you bite into it, you will be filled with soup and fresh meat.
The sweet and sour taste melted in his mouth, and Ye Qingan's eyes lit up suddenly.
It's delicious, isn't it?
I didn't know what Fu Sinian was thinking when I was eating, so I ate silently and didn't speak.
If he didn't speak, it would be even more impossible for Ye Qingan to speak.
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After a meal, there was silence.
When Ye Junyan called, Ye Qingan was nibbling on the eighth sweet and sour pork rib.
She glanced at the neatly laid bones around her bowl and answered the phone.
It was a little cold in the room, and she sniffed.
Sensing Fu Sinian's tentative gaze, she simply got up.
"Dad" Ye Junyan seems to be driving, "What are you doing?"
"Eat."
Ye Qing'an licked her lips, and the sweet and greasy feeling around her filled the tip of her tongue, she said.
It can be said that this meal has completely strengthened her favorability for dealing with Si Nian.
"Yes."
Ye Junyan diverted the topic, "That kid." ” "Did he contact you?"
Ye Qingan blurted out without thinking, "Do you want to be bound?"
"Yes" There was a whistle on the phone, and Ye Qing'an fingers grabbed the doorknob.
She didn't know if Ye Junyan heard herself speak, and was about to say it again, when she suddenly heard a "bang".
She was startled and hurriedly probed out to look.
Fu Sinian's face turned pale and covered his stomach, the dishes and chopsticks also fell, and he was curled up in pain.
Ye Qingan was frightened.
Regardless of being talking to Ye Junyan, he hurriedly hung up the phone.
"Are you alright?"
she said, leaning over and looking at him worriedly.
Fu Sinian shook his head, dense layers of thin sweat oozed from his forehead, and he smiled bitterly: "It's old."
Ye Qingan hurriedly poured him a cup of hot water.
"When I was a child, I always didn't eat on time, and I had a bad stomach."
He said lightly, took a sip of the glass of water she had brought, and glanced at her with a blank look in his eyes.
Ye Qingan didn't know what to say, so he didn't squeak.
By the time Fu Sinian got better, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
The dormitory was closed at half past ten, and Fu Sinian didn't stay long before leaving.
After Fu Sinian left, Ye Qingan took out his clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine.
It was almost time to clean up, and she felt sore.
Lying in bed, she quickly fell asleep.
Fu Si didn't look for her very often over the years, and later came to pick up her clothes.
But Ye Qing'an had a good impression of him, so his attitude towards him was quite enthusiastic.
And the phone call between her and Ye Junyan was also forgotten by her.
The days passed.
Ye Qingan found a rule, most of the time Fu Sinian would not come to look for her, but occasionally on Saturdays and Sundays she would come over for a meal and wash clothes, so she also felt quite relaxed. this day.
When Ye Qing'an woke up, he found that it was already past eight o'clock.
There was still morning class today, so she hurriedly washed and dressed, and ran to the teaching building without even having time to eat breakfast.
The teacher of this course is very demanding and strict, and Ye Qingan doesn't want to be deducted from her usual grades because she is late.
When she hurried to the computer room, the teacher was right behind her.
She walked in almost on her back and forth with the teacher.
The class arrived, and she was the last to arrive.
All eyes flashed at her.
Ye Qing'an became more and more nervous in his heart, and his hands and feet were very stiff.
With her head down and her face hot, she quickly found a place by the window in the first row.
That whole excluded her, there was a boy next to her, and her back was all blocked by the computer, Ye Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief.
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In the middle of class, the teacher suddenly asked the students to go to him to test the materials, and they had to hand them in later.
Ye Qingan rummaged through his schoolbag and wanted to take the USB flash drive out.
She reached into her bag and felt it.
No.
Ye Qingan looked around carefully and found that there were indeed none, only a few pens and power banks in it.
No way.
Her face flushed with anxiety.
A hand handed it over.
The fingers are slender and white, with distinct roots.
"Didn't you bring a USB flash drive" The boy's light voice came, and Ye Qingan raised his eyes and glanced at him.
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