He held his hand tightly, and his pretty face twisted with pain, even his lips turned white.

"What are you doing?" Shen Zhiyu almost roared.

Xia Bei tilts his head and looks at Shen Zhiyu with tears shining eyes. His voice is depressed: "Mr. Shen... I'm hungry. I want to cook a bowl of noodles myself."

But he didn't, and he made a mess of the kitchen.

Shen Zhiyu rushes forward and grabs Xia Beiqing's hand. He is surprised to see that his covered hand is red and has blistered several times, which is obviously scalded.

Shen Zhiyu had already uttered ten thousand words of abuse in his heart. He turned and walked to the living room, took out the burn ointment from the first aid box, and went back to Xia Beiqing. As soon as he unscrewed the cover, he suddenly seemed to react and threw the ointment heavily on the stove.

"Paint it yourself!"

Summer North inclines, just raised lips Cape, sink down again.

Shen Zhiyu went out of the kitchen, thought about it, opened the refrigerator, took out a bowl of cooked noodles from it, put it in front of Xia Beiqing, and said coldly, "heat it yourself!"

Xia Beiqing's eyes were lit up in an instant. It turned out that Mr. Shen still cooked a bowl. Did he put it into the refrigerator on purpose and wait for him to find out?

Xia Beiqing wants to know, but Shen Zhiyu has turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

The next day, Xia Beiqing wakes up on the sofa. As soon as he opens his eyes, he sees Shen Zhiyu. He is putting on his coat, holding the car key in his hand, as if he is going to go out.

Xia Beiqing jumped up from the sofa in an instant: "Mr. Shen, are you going out? Where to? "

Shen's encounter is still when he doesn't exist.

These days, Xia Beiqing got used to it and said, "can I go with you?"

Shen Zhiyu has stepped out.

Xia Beiqing rushed to the kitchen and washed his face in a hurry. His bandaged hand was stained with water and he didn't care about it. He rushed out of the door. When Shen Zhiyu was about to start the car, he quickly got on the co pilot.

Shen Zhiyu held the steering wheel in his hand and frowned twice, but he didn't say anything. He planned to take Xia Beiqing as the air all the time. He felt that when Xia Beiqing didn't feel funny or interesting, he would naturally leave.

Soon, he came to the underground garage of the shopping mall. Shen Zhiyu stopped the car and got off. Xia Beiqing quietly followed him. They took the elevator to the second floor of the shopping mall.

At this time, the music sounded in my ears.

It turned out that there were activities on the first floor, and someone was singing on the stage.

——Pray for heaven and earth to let go of a pair of lovers, fear never happen.

——How can we regain our confidence when we have never had a good time.

Xia Beiqing's heart seemed to be touched by the next door. He quickened his pace and caught up with Shen Zhiyu. In the sound of music, he gently held Shen Zhiyu's hand.

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu finally can't do nothing. He steps, turns his head and looks to the north of Xia. He can feel the softness of a hand and the gauze rubbing against his palm.

Shen Zhiyu originally wanted to get rid of Xia Beiqing's hand, but the scene of Xia Beiqing's scalded hand last night flashed through his mind. His heart trembled and was silent for a moment. He gently pulled back his hand and walked on.

Xia Beiqing stares at his empty hand, and the light at the bottom of his eyes is dim.

No problem! It's the first step, at least several seconds!

Thinking of this, Xia Beiqing's inner flame was rekindled, and he quickened his pace to pursue Shen's encounter.