
Seeing An Rao speechless, Bo Xiao did not force him. “Forget it, go up.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Xiao reached out to help An Rao remove his seatbelt. “Mendesis.” Bo Xiao's arm suddenly shook and he frowned.
“What's wrong?” An Rao was about to get out of the car but sat back down and asked.
“Not what.” Bo Xiao rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing a bandaged arm.
“This?”
“The pirate was a bit difficult to deal with last time. It's nothing, just a small wound.” Bo Xiao waved his hand and looked indifferent, but his brows furrowed as if he was enduring the pain.
An Rao suddenly felt a strange feeling of guilt. After he returned to China, Xia Wanyuan told him that with Bo Xiao's level, he should not participate in such a rescue. Mostly, Bo Xiao was there to save him.
“Why don't you go upstairs and have some tea before you go?” An Rao looked at Bo Xiao's arm.
“Alright, I'm a little tired from driving.” Bo Xiao got out of the car and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
As someone who has never watched military news, An Rao naturally had no idea that the rescue mission this time was highly praised by officials for its “zero casualties and zero loss”.
He went into the apartment with An Rao. Bo Xiao looked at An Rao's house. It was very simple and he could see many traces of the life of its owner.
“What do you want to drink? Tea or soft drink?” Before Bo Xiao could answer, An Rao had already left. “You are injured, so you have to drink tea.”
The corner of Bo Xiao's lips curved up. He stepped forward and looked at An Rao's fridge. It was completely filled with fruits and vegetables. It doesn't look like An Rao's fridge.
“What's wrong?” An Rao walked over and saw Bo Xiao staring at his refrigerator. “Are you hungry? There's chocolate in the fridge. Do you want it?”
“I don't want to eat chocolate. It's noon. It's time to eat, right?” Bo Xiao's eyes clearly said that he should take care of her for lunch.
"…” An Rao is silent.
'This guy really knows how to climb a pole. He had agreed to drink a glass of water, but now he wanted to break free.'
“Message takeout.” An Rao handed the teacup to Bo Xiao and prepared to call the food store.
“I don't eat takeout. You eat.”
“???? Bo Xiao, are you crazy?” An Rao was furious. 'Is this guy telling me to go around like a nanny?'
“Then it's okay, I'll cook,” Bo Xiao said as he pulled vegetables and meat out of the fridge. Because his arm was injured, his hand trembled slightly as it picked up the meat.
As he watched Bo Xiao bring a pile of food into the kitchen, his tap flowed. An Rao gnashed his teeth.
Thinking of the handsome figure walking around desperately that day, An Rao had to think for a long time before he could barely use his savior image to cover up the image of Bo Xiao, who was now like a master.
“Treat it as payment!” After An Rao finished his thoughts, he thought of Bo Xiao's arm and walked into the kitchen. “Hey, don't do that again. Let me do it.”
Then, he saw Bo Xiao sitting quietly in the kitchen chair. The tap opens and the water flows.
“Dog man, you lied to me again!” It turned out that this fellow was expecting her to be gentle-hearted and was specifically waiting for her here!
Bo Xiao's fox-like eyes curved upwards. “I've taken out her stuff. If you don't do it, I'll do it myself.” With that, he wanted to wake up.
An Rao rolled his eyes in his heart and practically shouted at Bo Xiao, “Sit!”
Bo Xiao smiled and sat back down on the chair. He watched An Rao put on his apron and started busying himself.
The impression that An Rao had in front of others was that he looked like a flirtatious whore who would cheat his sugar daddy with hundreds of thousands of dollars.
However, in fact, An Rao's food was quite tasty. It's just that the manager is usually strict. Other than fruit, he only ate salads every day and was too lazy to spend time cooking.
Bo Xiao seemed to have returned to when he was very young.
He lives with his mother. When his mother was in a normal state of mind, he would make delicious food for her.
At that time, the little one was crouching in the kitchen, enjoying the softness that his mother occasionally showed.
Ever since he was five years old, this situation had never happened again. There was only his constant hysteria and roars, as well as his endless cries and quarrels with Bo Qing.
However, the shadow of her mother occasionally cooking for her under the sunset had become the deepest definition of warmth in her heart.
After cutting the vegetables, An Rao turned around and looked at Bo Xiao's gaze. “What's wrong?” An Rao waved at Bo Xiao.
“No.” The figure in his memory suddenly disappeared. An Rao's bright face was in front of him. Bo Xiao smiled and stood up. “What do you need me to do?”
“Didn't your hand hurt? Go and rest.” An Rao was afraid that Bo Xiao would injure his hand and still lean on him.
As if looking through An Rao's mind, Bo Xiao's eyes smiled. “I can cook. I will do it in the future.”
With that, Bo Xiao went to the living room, leaving An Rao standing there with his heart pounding.
What does this guy mean?
An Rao finished cooking with mixed feelings. “Time to eat.”
An Rao shouted towards the living room and suddenly felt a little strange. Why does that look like how my parents interact?
“Yang will come.” Bo Xiao threw his phone and went into the kitchen to help take out the dishes.
Sitting at the dining table, Bo Xiao held out his chopsticks and tasted a piece of meat. A smile appeared in his eyes. “Very delicious.”
An Rao lowered his head calmly.
The food on the table emitted a wave of hot air that burned his face.
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