My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

night

Qin Nuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV series and silently cursing Song Zhan in her heart.

She tore off the napkin in her hand and threw it into the trash can. In a blink of an eye, there was a thick layer of paper scraps in the trash can, as thick as snowflakes.

On the TV screen, a popular idol drama was playing.

Seeing the male protagonist kneeling in front of the female protagonist confessing his true love, Qin Nuan snorted coldly and complained angrily: "Don't believe his lies, he doesn't want to chase you, he just wants to sleep with you, men are all... well-dressed beasts ...gentle scum..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Nuan heard movement in the restaurant.

Song Zhan placed the prepared dinner on the dining table.

Seeing Song Zhan's back, Qin Nuan stretched out her paws and snarled at his back to relieve the "hatred" in her heart.

Qin Nuan swore that she would not talk to Song Zhan again today. When Song Zhan called her to eat, she pretended not to hear. If she talked to Song Zhan again, she would be a dog!

Just as I was thinking about it, Song Zhan's voice came from the restaurant, "Nuan Nuan, come over for dinner!"

"coming!"

Qin Nuan responded quickly, got up from the sofa, and went to put on slippers, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, a dull pain came from somewhere, making her moan softly.

Qin Nuan's face turned red uncontrollably.

After Song Zhan heard this, he hurriedly walked towards Qin Nuan, "Just stand there and don't move. I'll go over."

Qin Nuan stood obediently in front of the sofa.

Song Zhan came over, held Qin Nuan in his arms, and walked to the restaurant.

Qin Nuan, who was nestled in Song Zhan's arms, looked at the perfect and smooth curvature of the man's jawline and slightly curved the corners of his mouth. For the sake of Song Zhan hugging her, she should forgive Song Zhan!

Song Zhan made two portions of spaghetti with tomato meat sauce.

Qin Nuan looked at the delicious noodles in front of her, and the tip of her nose felt slightly sour. It had been three years since she had tasted dinner cooked by Song Zhan himself.

Maybe for others, three years is just a blink of an eye, but for her, three years is one sleepless night after another, so long that she always feels like time has stood still.

Song Zhan lowered his eyes and watched the little girl looking at the pasta in front of her. Tears were accumulating in her eyes, and she frowned slightly.

Could it be that his presentation made the little girl cry?

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhan raised his hand and rubbed Qin Nuan's head, coaxing: "Eat quickly. Only when you are full will you have the strength... to continue."

As he spoke, Song Zhan also deliberately emphasized the word "continue".

Upon hearing these two words, the fork in Qin Nuan's hand fell to the table with a clang.

The tears in his eyes were so frightened that they stopped for a moment.

She stared at Song Zhan with misty peach blossom eyes, full of resentment and pity.

Song Zhan put the fork that fell on the table into Qin Nuan's hand, and a low smile escaped from his throat, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, hurry up and eat."

Qin Nuan took the fork tremblingly, and under Song Zhan's gaze, stuffed the pasta into his mouth one by one, feeling like he didn't know how to taste it.

Seeing this, Song Zhan raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger.

How badly did he scare the little girl?

He has been very restrained.

The only thing to blame is that some aspects of my physical condition are too good.

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After dinner, Song Zhan carried Qin Nuan back to the living room, carefully placed her on the sofa, then turned around to clean up the dishes in the dining room and put them in the dishwasher in the kitchen.

Qin Nuan was lying on the sofa, not knowing what program to watch, and finally tuned to channel 1, intending to watch the news.

As soon as Qin Nuan put down the remote control, Song Zhan walked out of the kitchen. He threw the paper towel he had wiped his hands into the trash can. Seeing that there was a thick layer of paper scraps in the trash can, he deliberately asked: "There are so many scraps." Paper, who are you scolding?"

[The previous chapter has been blocked, but it does not affect the plot. Let’s continue reading! I’m going to take pictures of the products for the lady in the afternoon, and the remaining three will be posted in the evening, haha! 】