Jiang Zhimiao instinctively looked at Shen Zhuowen.

Shen Zhuowen's eyebrows were cold and cold, and his pupils were deep. He raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

Under the table, her skirt was lifted up, letting in the cold air bit by bit.

Beneath the calm surface is a turbulent undercurrent.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

Across the door, Shanyu paused for a few minutes, then continued to say to the room , " Brother Shen?"

Shen Zhuowen's dark pupils were slightly raised, his thin lips were curved like a smile, and he lazily leaned back on the seat. He looked sideways at the door, then glanced at Guo Jiang Zhimiao lightly, as if to say, 'You Why don't you open the door'.

Jiang Zhimiao wanted to go, but she couldn't move.

He put his hands on the table and glanced under the table involuntarily.

Out of sight.

But I could feel the man's long legs rubbing up along his calf, wisps of threads and a bit of carelessness.

Although the desktop is not too narrow, it is not too wide either.

With Shen Zhuowen's movements, the air became hotter and hotter.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips into a straight line and closed her knees, but Shen Zhuowen squeezed in semi-forcibly.

Her long eyelashes were trembling and her teeth were biting her lower lip, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Shen Zhuowen said with great interest , " Are you so worried that your image in front of him will be ruined?"

Jiang Zhimiao squeezed out one word after a while , " No."

After saying this, she pressed her upper body against the table, pinched the fingertips of her hands into the table, and was speechless. The crimson color climbed from her neck to her ears, spreading into a large area, turning her fair and tender skin red.

Shen Zhuowen sat opposite and looked at her.

The golden light projected in, and when he looked up, he seemed to be sitting on a high platform, with cold eyes lowered, admiring her humiliation and forbearing struggle.

The mottled red reveals a moist beauty.

Under the dim light and shadow, her long hair hung down on the table, making her look extremely delicious.

Jiang Zhimiao felt that his breath was hot.

Just ten minutes, but it seems like a century has passed.

I almost forgot that there was someone outside the door.

At this point, Shan Yu rang the doorbell for the first time and found no one responded, so he called Tang Fan again.

Tang Fan only said that the person might be sleeping and asked Shan Yu to call Shen Zhuowen again.

The Shanyu was beaten.

The phone rang instantly from inside the house, and it was very close.

Shan Yu frowned. Tang Fan told him before that Shen Zhuowen was injured and still had a high fever, and wanted him to come over and have a look. But when the person didn't answer the phone, he wondered if Shen Zhuowen had a fever at home. Fainted.

He took two steps forward and rang the doorbell again.

The doorbell rang neither loudly nor quietly, and then there was the sound of footsteps moving inside the house.

Shanyu straightened his back and looked at the door that slowly opened.

Shen Zhuowen looked at him and asked , " Why are you here now?"

"I don't worry about you, and everyone in the news group knows that you have a cold, so they asked me to come over and have a look." Shan Yu smiled and looked back involuntarily. The dishes on the table were eye-catching. The most important thing was that there were two A bowl, "Is there anyone else at home?"

Shen Zhuowen hummed, "Secretary Jiang will take care of you here."

Chanyu changed his shoes and walked through the door. There was no trace of the rice in the bowl being moved.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but this breath of relief made him startled and felt a little baffled, "Then can I have a meal?"

Shen Zhuowen raised his eyes, "You've already come in, and you still want me to kick you out?"

Shan Yu smiled playfully , " Aren't we worried that you won't want to do it? By the way, Zhi Zhi, I said I would take care of you, but no one has disappeared."

Maybe he was talking about Cao Cao, and Cao Cao was here.

Jiang Zhimiao opened the bathroom door and walked out. She stood in the living room, her face a little red, "I just woke up and went to wash my face."

Shan Su knew that his face would usually turn red when he fell asleep when it was hot. He didn't suspect anything. He turned to look at the dishes on the table, then looked at Shen Zhuowen's bandaged hand, and sighed , " Brother Shen Your cooking skills haven’t deteriorated.”

Then, he turned to Jiang Zhimiao and said , " Girls should not stay up late. Even if you are taking care of patients, you should pay attention to your rest."

He himself found a reason for Jiang Zhimiao to take care of the patient.

But I have to say that Shanyu guessed correctly.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled but did not speak. She turned her head and glanced at Shen Zhuowen, then poured a glass of water and a bowl of rice for Shan Yu.

However, for two grown men, the portion of this dish was not quite enough.

Jiang Zhimiao said , " You eat first, and then I'll scramble an egg."

Shan Yu grabbed her wrist with a look of disapproval and said eagerly , " I'm here. You are the guest, and Brother Shen and I are the hosts. How can I let you cook?"

Just as Jiang Zhimiao was about to speak, Shanyu had already entered the kitchen.

Shen Zhuowen sat in front of her, a smile on his lips.

No matter how you look at it, this smile is not a smile from the heart. It is sinister. Jiang Zhimiao subconsciously moved his seat and sat diagonally opposite Shen Zhuowen.

Shanyu was also an aristocratic son, and his family always had servants cooking. When he had ever been in the kitchen, he could only cook the simplest dishes, so he scrambled an egg and sprinkled chili powder on it to balance the taste.

Jiang Zhimiao paused slightly as he looked at the dishes that were served.

Shanyu smiled a little embarrassedly , " I don't know how to cook too complicated meals, otherwise I'd better forget it. Zhizhi, I'll help you with it, and you can make another one."

Shen Zhuowen , " You can eat whatever you have. I believe Secretary Jiang is not picky about food."

Jiang Zhimiao nodded, put on a piece of fried egg, tilted his head to look into Shanyu's eyes, "It's delicious."

Then, she placed boiled shrimp and fried pork with chili in front of Shen Zhuowen.

Say softly , " Mr. Shen, you still have a fever and you can't eat eggs."

These words seemed to remind her of something. Shen Zhuowen just glanced at her and said nothing.

Shanyu also took a bite of eggs.

After a while, he frowned, resisted the urge to spit it out, and looked sideways at Jiang Zhimiao.

Jiang Zhimiao seemed to notice Shan Yu's gaze and blinked.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Shen Zhuowen was sitting opposite them, so he could naturally see their little moves clearly.

He picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip.

Chanyu seemed to feel guilty, so he served Shen Zhuowen with vegetables and peeled two shrimps for him.

Shen Zhuowen's expression remained as usual.

Until the next second, the sound of breaking porcelain cups sounded in my ears.

Jiang Zhimiao suddenly raised his head. There was a large piece of wetness in front of Shen Zhuowen. The white shirt turned faintly transparent, and the middle of the trousers was also wet and turned dark. There were spots on the trouser legs. He frowned slightly and stood up. got up.

Contrary to him, Shanyu lowered his body and started to pack it up.

He pulled out his chair and said , " The water splashed quite big, even under my table."

Jiang Zhimiao blushed.

The place where Shanyu was sitting was where she had been sitting before ...

She didn't dare to think about it, so she found a broom from the kitchen, reached out and patted Shanyu on the shoulder, smiling a little reluctantly , " I'll do it."

Shanyu refused and said , " There are too many broken glass here, please don't scratch you."

Jiang Zhimiao opened his mouth, still wanting to speak.

Shen Zhuowen stopped her with one sentence , " Secretary Jiang, please come over and help me change my clothes."