Chen Jianan went out to pee early in the morning and was gone forever. Qiao Wen thought he was back upstairs and didn’t care too much. When the grandmother made breakfast and went out, he took the porridge and sat down on the sofa to eat. Someone went in through the open door again.
Qiao Wen looked up and saw that his cheeks were flushed, his forehead was sweating, and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat. He asked casually, “Brother Nan, did you punch me? Why didn’t you call me?”
Chen Jianan met his gaze, and immediately seemed to have done something bad. His eyes flickered from left to right with a guilty conscience, and said: “I saw you haven’t woken up yet, so I went by myself.”
Qiao Wen didn’t notice his strangeness for a while, nodded and said: “This is really sleepy for a short time. There is porridge in the pot, you can serve it yourself.”
Chen Jianan grumbled and stood there for a while, until Qiao Wen looked up strangely, he moved to the balcony to serve the porridge, shaking his head and tail in a very contorted posture.
Back in the room, he had subconsciously wanted to sit side by side with Qiao Wen on the sofa as before. He just walked to the sofa and suddenly remembered something. He held the bowl again and quickly walked out of the coffee table. He took a small Mazha and sat a few pairs away from the people on the sofa.
Qiao Wen glanced at him strangely. He didn’t care too much. He just accidentally glanced at his flushed cheeks. The right side was especially red and slightly swollen. It was obviously not simply because of exercise.
“Brother Nan, what’s the matter with your face? You got drunk again by your dad? No, Uncle Chen is not at home, who hit you?” He squinted slightly, subconsciously stretched his hand over the coffee table, and squeezed the opponent. Asked the profile face.
Nowadays, anyone dares to smoke Liangzinan?
Said it was a pinch, it was really just a light touch, but Chen Jianan seemed to be electrocuted, hissed, and stepped back half a foot away: “No…No, I accidentally got it by practicing boxing just now.”
Qiao Wen thought that he was hurting him, and smiled and retracted his hand: “Can you beat yourself in the face when you practice boxing?”
“Just… accidentally.” Chen Jianan raised his eyelids and looked at him secretly. When he looked at him, he immediately lowered his eyes to cover up, with a very sneaky appearance.
Although Qiao Wen could not guess his abnormality in his dreams, it was actually because he had a spring dream with himself all night, and then ran up to the rooftop, looking at the rumbling plane, thinking about the charming dream last night, Zhenger He fought a plane.
But at this moment, no matter how much later he realized, he also noticed something wrong with this guy.
Qiao Wen frowned, so he looked at him in time and said, “Brother Nan, has something happened? Is there something to hide from me?”
Chen Jianan immediately shook his head like a rattle: “No no.”
“Then why are you weird?”
Chen Canan chuckled, his heart is so obvious? I also thought that Qiao Wen knew him well before, and now he is better than before. Thinking about this, he straightened up quickly, showing a big hearty smile, pretending to be relaxed: “I have something to hide from you. Don’t think about it.”
Qiao Wen didn’t think about it, just looked at him suspiciously, and saw that he was immersed in slurping porridge, and his appetite was very good. Even if something happens, it is not a big deal.
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