non-contractual relationship

Chapter 23

Glancing at the red and green porridge in front of him, Zheng Feihe glanced at Ankang with certainty, and asked, "Where's my preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

Ankang's action of wiping his hands froze for a second: "The doctor said not to be picky eaters, forget about preserved eggs for now, it's too late to start cooking lean meat now."

He glanced at the clock on the coffee table in the living room again: "It's almost seven o'clock, you should eat something first."

Reluctantly, Zheng Feihe lifted the spoon to pick up a spoonful, then lifted the spoon sideways to watch the sticky porridge drip back into the bowl from the spoon, but refused to eat it.

Ankang didn't know where his confidence came from. He looked at Young Master Zheng procrastinating for a while, as if he couldn't stand it, and suddenly reached out to smoke a bowl: "If you don't want to eat, forget it. Don't play like this. It's okay to eat it when it's cold." not good."

The vicious dog rushed to protect his bowl, and did not care about the porridge and rice stained on the front of his clothes due to too much movement. Zheng Feihe glanced at Ankang who stood silently after finishing speaking, and still put the The bowl was placed in the right position: "Who says I won't eat it, I will definitely eat it if you make it." Then he ate it with a sad face.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Ankang, who had just sat down, unconsciously wanted to get up.Zheng Feihe, who was still competing with the porridge, didn't see who it was, so he grabbed Ankang's hand casually and said, "You can eat too, I don't see anything in the refrigerator." Looking again, it was indeed Biaozi came back after taking the medicine.

After changing his shoes, Biaozi walked to the dining table and saw that there was only half a bowl of carrot porridge left. There were signs of looseness on his stern face, and his slightly surprised eyes shifted to Zheng Feihe, which happened to meet him.

Zheng Feihe was still thinking about interrogating Biaozi what he had said to Ankang, so he winked at Biaozi at the balcony.

Biaozi nodded knowingly, and said, "Master, I have something to tell you, is it convenient for you?"

Taking a tentative look at Ankang, Zheng Fei said softly, "It's convenient."

Ankang, who had just had a few sips, glanced between the two of them, and put down the bowl hesitantly: "I'm full, do you still want to eat meat?"

Hearing "meat", Zheng Feihe, whose eyes started to light up, grabbed Ankang's hand and nodded frantically.

Seeing that these two people had something to say, Ankang exerted all his strength, pulled out his hand, finished his porridge in a hurry, put away their bowls, and went to the kitchen.

Turning around and putting his hands on the chair, Zheng Feihe watched Ankang enter the kitchen and began to clean up the meat, before he assuredly motioned for Biaozi to go to the balcony with him for a chat.

Biaozi's eyes on Ankang have also changed a little now. He still has a little understanding of Zheng Feihe's picky eaters. Except for his wife and Lan Shao, basically no one can persuade him, but the bowl of carrot porridge just now was almost drunk. Bottom down... Biaozi felt that he had misjudged the situation.

Sure enough, as soon as the balcony door was closed, Zheng Feihe asked him: "This morning, after I left, what happened, and what you said to Ankang, repeat it to me again. He is not in the right mood. .”

Biaozi groaned in his heart, recalling and retelling.

On the other side, Ankang watched two people go to the balcony to talk about something, pretending to be arranging materials, but Ankang, who had been tense all the time, stared at the faucet that had been turned off in a daze.During the day, Ankang was thinking very well - when Zheng Feihe came back, he had to explain clearly to him.

But in real face to face, he found it difficult.And I don't know if it's the habit of many days, he is a little... reluctant to leave.

Glancing at Zheng Feihe who was on the balcony glancing at Biaozi from time to time, Ankang lowered his head, turned on the faucet, and listened to the sound of running water, his heart was in turmoil.

"You said, he ran into Lao Ding when he went downstairs, and he didn't respond when he hit the railing?" Zheng Feihe was a little puzzled, it shouldn't be, Ankang and Lao Ding only met yesterday, and they didn't say a few words. When the time comes, there will be such an abnormal reaction: "What else? You continue to talk."

"Also... when I went to the kitchen to find him, he was holding a card in a daze." Biaozi didn't say much that he recognized who the card belonged to, but just tested Zheng Feihe.

Obviously, Zheng Feihe, who is good at associating, did not need him to tell, he had already contacted himself: "That must be the one I put up this morning. What is this abnormal, what else?" Feeling that Ankang took his care Zheng Feihe, who must have been touched for a while, was completely out of touch with Biaozi's brain circuit.

Biaozi, who saw that the young master from his family had no brains, felt tired, and told the whole conversation between himself and Ankang in the kitchen.

After listening, Zheng Feihe slammed his fist on Biaozi's back: "What nonsense are you talking about. We are in love, in love, do you understand?"

Biaozi was punched, feeling no pain, so he didn't respond, expressing his objection in silence.

Knowing that Biaozi and the others were considered occupational diseases, Zheng Feihe felt that he had found the crux of the problem and said a few more words: "He is different, we two want to have a serious relationship, don't worry about it."

Biaozi raised his eyes and stared at Zheng Feihe.

Opening the glass door of the balcony, Zheng Feihe turned around and added: "Don't tell my mother, she was just discharged from the hospital. I know it in my heart."

Biaozi, who was about to report to his wife, did not expect that his young master could suddenly remember this incident, and closed all his mouths.

Zheng Feihe, who saw the clue, threatened again: "If you dare to say it, I will fire you!"

Although Biaozi, who had been threatened by Zheng Feihe with the same sentence for several years, did not realize the danger, he still responded: "...Okay."

Young Master Zheng, who thought he had figured out the ins and outs, glanced at Ankang, who was still working in the kitchen, and turned his head every step of the way. As soon as Biaozi, who was so frightened by the look, followed up with interest, he was "shushed and asked for warmth" by his young master in a fake way. He sent out the door of the apartment, and was locked outside.

Biaozi: "..."

Biaozi, who hadn't had time to explain to Zheng Feihe how to take the medicine, could only stand outside the door and took out his mobile phone to edit the text message. When it was his turn to fill in the sender, his fingers paused and filled in an extra text message. contact number.

Here Zheng Feihe chased Biaozi away, completely ignoring the vibrating cell phone in his trouser pocket, and walked towards the kitchen.

Ankang was handling the meat with a knife when the mobile phone he was carrying suddenly moved.Accidentally, I cut my finger directly.The wound was a bit big, and bright red blood gushed out one after another, even dripping onto the chopping board.

Ankang didn't care about the mobile phone that was moved just now. Ankang was afraid that the meat he had just handled would be stained with blood again, so he put down the knife and moved the meat without even caring about the wound.

Seeing the whole process, Zheng Fei and Xiao Jiujiu in his heart flew away. Seeing the blood, he was flustered. He hurriedly took out a roll of simple gauze from the cabinet next to him, and took Ankang's hand to put it under the faucet. He was at a loss what to do.But his own complexion was no longer so bad, and there was no blood on his lips.

Ankang, who was standing by the side, looked at Zheng Feihe's anxious face that didn't seem to be fake, and was a little lost in thought.When I came back to my senses, I didn't know where the courage came from, and a small expectation sprouted in my heart: wait a little longer.At least, at least wait until the young master recovers from his illness.

After making this decision, Ankang's heart was relieved, and his whole breath came alive.

Zheng Feihe held Ankang's hand and washed him clean with water.I went to the cabinet and found the unopened gauze and unopened cotton swabs, put these two in front of Ankang, and thought of the disinfectant again in a panic.But facing the neat iodine and iodine in the cabinet, which one to take, he was stumped again.

Ankang didn't take this point to heart, seeing Zheng Fei and his despondent look, he took off the gauze by himself.

Zheng Feihe saw it and exclaimed, "Don't move!"

Ankang, who was holding the gauze, ignored him, and squeezed his own wound hard, maybe it hurt a little, his brows furrowed from the back.

Zheng Feihe, who came over with the iodine and iodophor in his arms, looked at Ankang's movements, and didn't dare to call out anymore. He held his breath and let others see him. He didn't know that he thought Ankang was squeezing his wound.

Ankang made sure that the cut on his hand was clean, wiped it gently with gauze, walked over and took away the iodophor that Zheng Feihe was holding, skillfully unscrewed the cover, raised the injured finger, and took the Pick up the cotton swab that was just placed on the cooking table and prepare to unpack it.

Young Master Zheng, who had been paying attention all the time, quickly put down the bottle of iodine he was still holding, stepped forward, and helped Ankang tear open the bag.

Ankang said "thank you" smoothly, took a cotton swab, dipped it in iodophor, applied it on his wound, and prepared to wrap it with the gauze just now.

Zheng Feihe, who was watching in a daze, couldn't see that Ankang was so casual, so he cut a new piece and handed it over.

Ankang paused to cover the wound in an awkward manner, and took apart the one just now, preparing to use a new one, but it was inconvenient to use one hand to help the other.

Feeling that he could finally make a difference, Zheng Feihe took over the job and wrapped Ankang in a new gauze.

When their hands touched, both of them froze.

Ankang is because Zheng Feihe's hands are getting hotter, and Zheng Feihe is surprised that Ankang's hands are too cold.