Love perfect score

Chapter 23

Xu Qingqiao cooks the dinner himself. When Xu Qingqiao was cooking, Yan Xiaomu stood at the kitchen door and watched eagerly, wanting to go in and help. The back of his hand, which was splashed with oil 10 minutes ago, was still hurting. Xu Qingqiao didn't let him get close to the oil pan , at the moment he can only watch.

Xu Qingqiao usually ate with Dafu in the studio, and ate simply when he was alone, but today there was an extra Yan Xiaomu, so he emptied the refrigerator and poured out some dishes for him.

Cut green peppers in half, make a small stir-fry with half of them, use the other half to scramble eggs, shred potatoes to make hot and sour taste, stir-fry two baby vegetables and boil the other, and Yan Xiaomu at the door after finishing a dish I ran in and grabbed the dishes, and brought all the dishes to the dining room table in the living room. I stepped on the indoor mop that was a few sizes too big for my feet, and ran back and forth between the kitchen and the living room.

In the end, all the four dishes and one soup were out of the pot. Xu Qingqiao went to look at Yan Xiaomu's hands again, and found that letting him take a shower with cold water still had an effect, at least there were no traces left, "Does it still hurt?"

Yan Xiaomu raised his head: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Yan Xiaomu eats a small amount, but he ate every dish. Halfway through the meal, he bit his chopsticks and laughed silly. The back of his neck was pinched before he came back to his senses. :"What are you doing."

Xu Qingqiao glanced at him, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with her fingertips, removing a grain of rice.

Yan Xiaomu still didn't know what happened, so he held the bowl and laughed cheerfully: "It's delicious, fried pork is delicious, scrambled eggs with green peppers are delicious, shredded potatoes are delicious, baby vegetables are delicious too!"

It was not enough to report the names of all the dishes, and he put some of each dish into his own bowl. Yan Xiaomu Mimi only filled a small half of the bowl for himself, and now the bowl is almost full of vegetables, piled high.

Xu Qingqiao: "Don't force yourself to eat if you can't finish it, your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

Yan Xiaomu: "I'll finish eating as soon as I eat slowly."

Anyway, the appetite was not too ambitious, and in the end there was still more than half of the dishes left in the bowl. Xu Qingqiao just cooked a few more dishes, but each dish was not too much. Yan Xiaomu stared at Xu Qingqiao's CD-ROM in the end of.

"You've finished eating..." Yan Xiaomu looked down at the leftovers in his bowl, and rubbed his knees embarrassingly, "I haven't finished eating."

Yan Xiaomu, who hadn't finished his meal, volunteered to wash the dishes, Xu Qingqiao asked him to do it, Yan Xiaomu put on the apron by himself, with the sleeves pulled up, the clothes and trousers could not be drenched, but the slippers got wet.

Xu Qingqiao saw that the man ran to the toilet to rinse his feet in the middle of washing the dishes, so he gave him a clean towel and asked him to go to the living room to wipe his feet. She was fascinated by watching it on the sofa, and by the time she realized whooping and ran into the kitchen, Xu Qingqiao had already washed the dishes and wiped the countertops dry.

"Then I'll wash it for you next time." Yan Xiaomu looked up at his harmless white face and spoke to Xu Qingqiao sincerely, "From now on you cook, I'll wash the dishes for you, I can't let you do it all."

Xu Qingqiao paused, pinched his face and said, "Is it because of me?"

Yan Xiaomu blushed as if being teased, and said falteringly, "Then you go to my place some other day, and I'll ask mom to cook for you."

Lin Xiangyu is indeed very skilled.

After saying this, Yan Xiaomu's blushing didn't go away. He wanted to pull Xu Qingqiao to watch TV together, but he felt embarrassed after he finished speaking. He ran back to the living room and sat on the sofa with his hands on his knees, continuing to watch "The Prince Changed" by himself. frog".

Yan Xiaomu was watching TV, and Xu Qingqiao took the time to tidy up the utility room. Halfway through the tidying, he turned around and saw Yan Xiaomu was holding on to the door, his little furry head desperately looking around, looking extremely curious, but not daring to disturb anyone.

Although the house is not big, but Xu Qingqiao lives alone, so there is an extra room, and the extra room is used as a utility room, in addition to storing some sundries, it is for drawing things, triangle easel, drawing board, all kinds of things Brushes, unopened new paints, palettes, folding buckets... I have already tidied up once when I moved, but he still planned to clear out some unused things a year ago.

Yan Xiaomu usually only saw Xu Qingqiao draw with paper and brushes, but he had never seen him use these tools. At this time, he was very curious, so he asked a little more. Xu Qingqiao explained to him that these were used by him in the past. Gradually, I draw more with pencils and liners, and these tools become idle.

Yan Xiaomu, a curious baby, stopped watching TV, went into the utility room, and followed Xu Qingqiao to watch him tidy up his things.

Then he saw Xu Qingqiao open a box in the corner, took out the packs of white packaging inside, and put new ones in.

As if she could see through his thoughts, before he could ask, Xu Qingqiao took the initiative to tell him that the box was filled with watercolor paintings, and the white packaging bag was filled with desiccant, which was used to prevent moisture. The humidity in the south is heavy, so it needs to be replaced every once in a while. once.

They were all Shen Rong's paintings, Xu Qingqiao saw that Yan Xiaomu's head was almost sticking out of the box, so he opened the box and let him look at it freely.

When Yan Xiaomu found out that it was Xu Qingqiao's mother's painting, the hands holding the painting were trembling, and something sparkling in his eyes seemed to pop out, "So your mother can also draw..."

Shen Rong had been "grounded" by Xu Ruhai in the villa on the mountainside until the accident, and the content of the paintings were mostly the scenery on the mountain and the bird's-eye view of the city at night.

Not long after Shen Rong passed away, Xu Ruhai moved into a new house with his new love, and the villa was quickly sold. When Xu Qingqiao followed his grandmother to pack up Shen Rong's belongings, Shen Rong's paintings were being treated like garbage by Xu Ruhai. Throw it in the yard.

"These paintings feel so old...Hey, what's going on with this one?"

Xu Qingqiao turned her head and saw Yan Xiaomu squatting on the ground, holding a painting that had obviously been scuffed and even lost a corner.

Not only this one, but these paintings were all rescued by Xu Qingqiao from Xu Ruhai, followed to his grandma's house, and then to his rented room.

Xu Qingqiao didn't answer Yan Xiaomu, so Yan Xiaomu puffed out his cheeks and blew on the drawing paper, "The old ones are a bit old, but they are my mother's paintings after all, no matter whether they are new or old, they are all treasures, and here is another one." A little bit of ashes, I'll blow it up for you."

Seeing that the man's face turned red, Xu Qingqiao pulled him up from the ground and put the painting away again, "Don't blow it, the painting is dead but the person is alive, it will hurt your face after blowing like this."

Xu Qingqiao's words came true, Yan Xiaomu walked out of the utility room because he was blowing too much, and took a deep breath while covering his cheeks.

Xu Qingqiao went to the refrigerator and opened a bottle of Coke for him. Yan Xiaomu took two sips of the sweet one, his eyes bent into crescents and said that it didn't hurt anymore, and took the Coke to the TV to continue watching.

Yan Xiaomu drank the coke and became sleepy at 09:30, Xu Qingqiao saw him holding an empty coke bottle on the sofa and almost closed his eyes, so he asked him to wash up and get ready for bed.

Yan Xiaomu rubbed his eyes and asked, "Shall I sleep with you?"

Xu Qingqiao's family didn't have a second bed, so they could only say: "Well, sleep with me."

Yan Xiaomu put down the coke bottle, and ran into Xu Qingqiao's room like the wind to get a change of clothes.

He ran as fast as a rabbit, and even forgot to take the bath towel. When Xu Qingqiao brought him a bath towel from the closet in the room, there was already the sound of water flowing in the bathroom.

Within a few seconds, the sound of running water was followed by Yan Xiaomu's shriek as thin as a cat.

Yan Xiaomu didn't lock the door, so Xu Qingqiao went in as soon as he opened it. Before he had time to think about it, he turned the shower water that Yan Xiaomu turned on in the wrong direction to cold water, and pointed the nozzle at the naked body of the person and gave him a meal rush.

Poor Yan Xiaomu was screaming "so hot, so hot" one second, and shivering and screaming "so cold, so cold" the next second.

"Hold it." Xu Qingqiao grabbed his arm and frowned, "Let's cool down first."

The thin shoulders were red, Yan Xiaomu covered his face and cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, the weak one was shaken violently by Xu Qingqiao's arm and tugging.

Fortunately, the hot water only reached a small piece of skin on his back just now, and there were no serious consequences. After flushing enough cold water, Xu Qingqiao wrapped him in a bath towel. Yan Xiaomu couldn't stand still, let alone walk. Holding his buttocks through the towel, he was carried out of the bathroom.

Although the heating was turned on in the living room and the room, the bathroom was still chilly because there was no central heating. In addition to the cold water that had been flushed for a while, Yan Xiaomu curled up in Xu Qingqiao's arms with his bare back. After sneezing, I was stunned, rubbing my eyes and forgetting to cry.

Xu Qingqiao carried him to the bed in the room and put him down, then brought him back his pajamas and underwear from the bathroom and asked him to put them on by himself.

Yan Xiaomu, who was wrapped in a bath towel, realized that he was in a vacuum, his face turned red to the neck, and he hugged his two arms, as if speaking to himself, "We are all boys. Look, I'm not shy."

She is not shy when she speaks, but her ears are so red.

Xu Qingqiao said: "I didn't look at you, I only saw your back just now."

In fact, I saw it all. I saw that Yan Xiaomu's skin was delicate and shiny pearly white, his arms and legs were thin, and the little wood was hanging softly, pink and clean. The little one would sway with his body movements. Jump.

Xu Qingqiao walked out of the room and closed the door, while Liuyan Xiaomu dressed herself.

After a while, Yan Xiaomu put on Jingle Cat and came out slowly, holding a toothcup and toothbrush in his arms. Because of the air-conditioning heating, he didn't wear a coat this time, and he looked like a Smurf in blue clothes and blue pants.

Xu Qingqiao was smoking on the balcony, and saw Yan Xiaomu walking around twice through the glass door, as if looking for him, so she knocked on the glass door to signal Yan Xiaomu, Yan Xiaomu was dressed thinly and dared not open the balcony door to go out, so she She waved at him and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

By the time Xu Qingqiao entered the room from the balcony, Yan Xiaomu had already consciously crawled into his bed to feel sleepy.

After taking a shower, Xu Qingqiao put on a short sleeve and came out. She didn't usually go to bed so early, so she took out the drawing for the coming year in the living room and drew it in advance. After two lines were drawn, Yan Xiaomu's voice came from the room, "Xu Qingqiao, Are you alright? I'm about to fall asleep!"

Only then did Xu Qingqiao realize that this person was waiting for him to sleep with him.

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