Chapter 252 Was I kissed anytime, anywhere here?

In fact, the decoration of her apartment on the 31st floor is also very good, but the 31st floor is probably because he does not live. The decoration style belongs to the popular simple Nordic style recommended by many decoration companies. .

  And Jing Jihan’s thirty-two floor is really cold wind.

  So, how could such a man with such a nature be in public yesterday...

  When Su opened the curtains, the sunlight fell in through the bedroom window, she clapped her hands, turned off the light, and the room was also very bright.

The angle outside the window is not much different from the angle on the 31st floor. The layout has not changed much. The windows of the master bedroom are facing the south of Jiangshi, while the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room are facing the direction of Yujing. Group Building.

Squinted and looked at the window for a while, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and took a look in Ruoda’s living room. As expected, it was still a very cold and windy living room. The light gray leather sofa in the middle was bigger than hers, and I felt lying It will also be very comfortable on that.

  The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room are very large, and the sunlight is coming in, making them brighter than the bedroom.

  She seemed to hear some movement from the kitchen, and she glanced in that direction hesitantly, walked over, bypassed the crystal marble partition in front of the kitchen, and suddenly saw Jing Jihan inside.

At this level of the elite, no matter how many men have three heads and six arms, they are mostly insensitive to cooking. In China, the higher the standing men, the more often they will have a kind of instinctive male chauvinism. This kind of food has nothing to do with them, even if it doesn't have to be a woman's job, it must be the nanny's job.

  Ke Jing Jihan stood in the kitchen. She felt inexplicably more attractive than ever. She didn’t know if she was still having a fever. She felt hot in her head and her heartbeat seemed to be speeding up involuntarily.

  Jing Jihan did not wear a jacket or change his clothes at home. He wore a white shirt and stood by the kitchen counter.

  His kitchen here does not have the decoration of those young people imitating the Nakajima tabletop in Korean dramas, but separates the kitchen with crystal marble. This kind of decoration avoids the intrusion of oily smoke and is very healthy.

Jing Jihan should have just taken a shower. The collar of his shirt has been untied. It is loosely opened, revealing a clean and clear Adam's apple. His short, spotless black hair has not been dried, and it is still a little bit wet. The man is now. Cutting the carrot, the kitchen knife in his hand seemed to be lightened under his slender and clean knuckles.

  The scene in front of me is inexplicably beautiful.

  Jing Jihan, this man has an indescribable charm all over his body.

   is the appearance of a fierce heartbeat that she has never had before.

  "Do you need my help?" She said, her voice still a bit irritated and hoarse.

Jing Jihan looked back at her when he heard the sound. First, he looked down and saw that she had put on the indoor slippers very well today. Then he raised his eyes to see her sick face: "The fever has not subsided, go back and rest. Now, I will call you when breakfast is ready."

  "Do you make breakfast?" Shi Su blinked.

  The man’s cold eyes closed back, and he continued to stand on the edge of the liu table to favor the carrot that was almost cut.

   "It's not that I haven't eaten the breakfast I made." Jing Jihan's back is tall and thin.

But Shi Su knew very well that he was just a purely clothed and slim type. He was in a good figure, not that thin at all, and he was very strong. When he held her down, she couldn't push him away, both men and women. The disparity in strength is too obvious.

"At that time, you were at my house, and my neck was uncomfortable, and there was nothing I could do, and I didn’t give you any money. It’s hard for you to always order takeaways from time to time. You may have nothing to do with the few meals you’ve cooked. "Shi Su still looked at the man's good-looking back, and didn't want to leave the kitchen at all, but she really didn't have much energy right now, so she simply leaned on the side and said, "It's different now."

   "Nothing is different."

Jing Jihan suddenly washed his hands, took the kitchen paper and wiped it off, opened the refrigerator on the side with one hand and took other ingredients from it. Suddenly he stretched out his other hand unexpectedly and directly leaned weakly against the partition beside the kitchen door. Shi Su fished over.

Shi Su was hugged by him unprepared, and quickly wanted to say "Then you continue to make your breakfast, I'll go out first". Before he could say anything, he was easily pushed by the man, and at the same time he was directly pushed by him. On the refrigerator door that was just closed.

He gave a deep kiss. When Shisu was still a little surprised, he opened his eyes and looked at her. In those clear and indifferent eyes were her reflection. After the kiss, he bowed his head against her forehead. Said: "If you don't go out, do you plan to be kissed by me anytime and anywhere here?"

  Shi Su’s face was hot, and Wei Wei turned his head and whispered, “I’m the flu, so you’re not afraid of being infected by me? When I look back, everyone is sick. I guess I won’t be able to eat this breakfast.”

  Jing Jihan chuckles: "Don't worry, I won't be hungry."

Shi Su still kept his head open and didn't look at him. Taking advantage of the fever, he could just hide the redness on his face, but he was still afraid that it would be transmitted to him. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and didn't want to kiss him again. Turning around to walk away, Jing Jihan didn't let go of her, and at the same time raised his hand to poke her forehead.

   "The fever still hasn't returned. I will bring you an ice pack to cool down physically by myself. Go back to the room and drink more water. I will call you when the breakfast is ready."

  Shi Su covered his mouth and nodded. When he took out the ice pack from the refrigerator, he subconsciously put his hand down to pick it up. As a result, the man suddenly pushed her against the refrigerator door and kissed her without a word.

Shi Su fluttered in his arms for a long time, and kept talking in a low voice, "It will be contagious." He still didn't let go, until an automatic cooking electronic pot in the kitchen made a "ding" sound, and he pressed it. I kissed her on the back of the neck again before letting go.

  Finally regained his freedom, Shi Su hurried out holding the ice bag. The first thing after going out was not to put the ice bag on his forehead, but to stick it directly on his face.

  ……

  Shi Su still has a fever and can't eat too greasy things. In addition, because of the antipyretic injections last night and the antipyretics in the middle of the night, she can't eat many things now, especially beef, eggs, seafood and so on.

But Jing Jihan was able to cook her eight-treasure rice in a different way under her high-intensity taboo. The rice was very soft and easy to digest. Almost all the other dishes were added with carrots, which he later brought her. The fruits are also fruits that supplement vitamin C. This is for her to get better from her illness earlier. It's really hardworking.

  Can’t eat too greasy, so she didn’t make her favorite braised short ribs, but she made steamed pork ribs for her. It was very fragrant and soft. The ribs were steamed to the point that they could be deboned directly. They were especially delicious.

  In fact, she had no appetite because of her illness, but the more she ate, the more she had appetite. It was really delicious.

   "Like it?" Jing Jihan served her soup.

  Shi Su nodded: "Yeah, yeah."

  He put the soup in front of her: "Although I am busy at work, I don't even have time to make breakfast. This is considered one of Mrs. Jing's benefits?"

  (End of this chapter)