Chapter 1090: Pushing the Envelope

Chapter 1090 Pushing the envelope

Then start clearing the food on the table...

Qi Yan's goal was achieved, he leaned on the wheelchair contentedly and looked at Tan Bengbeng who was clearing the dining table.

The way she looked virtuous was very different from her usual cold demeanor. There was a hint of gentleness in her whole body.

Qi Yan propped his head on one hand and looked at her, "Do you often cook? Besides me, who else has tasted your cooking skills, the little Mumu you mentioned in your sleep talk last time?"

The chatty tone makes people feel less defensive.

Tan Bengbeng poured the last dish in his hand into the trash can without raising his head, "Just you two."

"..."

Qi Yan was obviously stunned. He sat upright in his wheelchair and stopped Tan Bengbeng who was about to enter the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"Wait, let me confirm first, is that little Mumu a woman?"

"Yeah." Tan Bengbeng didn't know what happened to him and glanced at him.

When Qi Yan heard that "Xiao Mumu" was a woman, his first reaction was joy, and then his eyes seemed to become a little annoyed.

His eyes suddenly turned to the empty plate in her hand.

"So, this is your first time cooking for a man? Is it me?"

Tan Bengbeng nodded.

He added silently in his mind: But now they are all thrown into the trash can.

Obviously, Qi Yan also thought of this.

Her eyes looking at the trash can became inexplicably resentful, as if she was hesitating whether to pick up the food in the trash can and eat it again, so as not to spoil her mind.

After all, it's the first time...

Tan Bengbeng saw his reaction in his eyes, and the tightness in his chest suddenly disappeared.

After all, the food was cooked by her own hands. When she threw away the dishes one by one, she actually felt a little disappointed.

But Qi Yan's current reaction actually made her feel a little funny.

"It's just a meal, I'll cook it for you again."

"One meal may not be enough. From now on I will only eat the food you cook." Qi Yan said eagerly.

Hearing this, Tan Bengbeng was stunned and frowned to remind him, "I will leave in two days. You promised me that as long as I stay with you for a month, you will send me away from here."

Nervous tone, afraid that he would regret it.

Qi Yan shook his head coolly, picked up a strand of his long silver-gray hair, rolled it around his long finger, and curled his lips.

"Don't worry, I won't lie to you about what I promised you, but in order to prevent myself from starving to death, I decided to leave with you."

Tan Bengbeng: "..."

This was the first time Tan Bengbeng seriously felt that he was joking with her.

I didn't take this sentence to heart at the time.

On the day she was leaving, she got up very early.

She was picked up by him with nothing, so naturally she had no luggage to pack.

He was still wearing his clothes.

She has worn all the casual clothes in his wardrobe this month.

The cuffs and trouser legs of each set of clothes have traces of being rolled.

It looks like a kid wearing an adult's clothes.

Somewhat funny.

I know that Qi Yan seems to be casual, but in fact he has a serious mysophobia.

She deliberately got up early and tidied the entire house, folding all the quilts and placing them neatly.

Collect the clean clothes and hang them in the closet.

And all her toiletries in the bathroom were cleared away...

Tan Bengbeng packed up everything, stood behind the door, and looked at the room where he had lived for a month, suddenly feeling a sense of reluctance.

Not letting himself wander, he opened the door and prepared to say goodbye to Qi Yan.