The light in Ning Yanan's eyes went out a little bit.

"Yaya, don't tell me it's worth it. I'm only worried about your accident. I can bear everything else." Jiang Jinchen raised her chin, lowered her head and lingered on her lips for a while, his voice hoarse.

"What about you? Do you think it is worth it? If it weren't for me to pester you, you can still be your big reporter, chasing the news, and waiting for promotion."

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." Ning Yanan avoided his eyes, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Life is unstable, not what you do, but the people around you.

"I'll be with you." Jiang Jinchen stepped up to follow her, and as soon as he walked in and out of the kitchen, he stretched out his hand to hold her waist from behind.

Ning Yanan gave him a push and complained lowly, “I can’t cook anything if you hold me like this.”

"I just want to hold you. I keep holding you without letting go, lest I lose you someday. Where can I find such a virtuous wife." Jiang Jinchen said without serious joking.

Ning Yanan was startled slightly, and raised her eyes, “Who is your wife, I don’t want to wait on you forever, so take your hand away.”

He is a young master, let alone cooking, it is a blessing to let him not pick something.

Although Jiang Jinchen kept clamoring that he could cook, Ning Yanan didn’t have the courage to let him try.

"If you dislike me, I'll show you something, maybe you'll have to follow me after you finish eating." Jiang Jinchen let go and walked towards the refrigerator.

As soon as she reached out and touched the refrigerator, Ning Yanan held her hand.

"Okay, well, I don't dislike you, you can do anything, it's my mouth, I'll do it for myself." Ning Yanan joked, reaching out and took the ingredients out of the refrigerator.

Put it on the washing table, turn around and push Jiang Jinchen out, "The kitchen is heavy, men are forbidden to enter, go outside and wait."

"I can strike." Jiang Jinchen leaned on the door frame with one arm and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

The narrow and long peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Ning Yanan, who had been reluctant to let him into the kitchen.

"I do not need."

Ning Yanan left a sentence without mercy, pushed him out of the kitchen, turned around and went to deal with the dishes.

Living alone for a long time, Ning Yanan has already practiced a good cooking skill.

When ordinary ingredients arrive in her hands, she can also conjure some fresh patterns.

Even if Jiang Jinchen does cook, he definitely does not cook as delicious as her.

Jiang Jinchen knows all these.

What he cares about is the hurdle in her heart, and he still hasn't stepped past it.

Looking at the back figure busy in the kitchen, Jiang Jinchen's eyes flickered, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to encircle her waist again.

The chin touched her shoulders, her voice was a little dull, "Yaya..."

"……"

Ning Yanan's body became stiff when he approached, and the hand holding the knife stopped in the air.

"You almost scared me."

"But you have scared me." Jiang Jinchen's words fell, took off the knife in her hand, and placed it on the cutting board.

straightened her body and looked down at her.

"I'm just your man. Even if I was the young master of the Jiang family, that was also the case. I don't need you to accommodate me..."

"I haven't." Ning Yanan bit her lip, her eyes dimmed slightly.

The hand subconsciously grabbed the apron on his body.

It's not that she doesn't know that she is too sensitive, but she really can't accept it. The man who once hugged and hugged him was so downhearted that he could only nest in a small house.