The phone was hung up, and Jiahe was still in the fog.

Yi Wenze put his phone next to him, picked up the phone, and dialed the inside line: "Aqing, please bring some food in, thank you."

I don’t know if it was because of the cold, or if he kept watching himself eat, until his mouth was tasteless and tasteless. He finally put down the bowl after eating everything: “What time is it?”

Yi Wenze raised his wrist: "Nine o'clock."

Nine o'clock?...

I actually slept until midnight: "Sorry, I'm disturbing you for so long."

He refused to say anything: "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Sleeping... Jiahe was pointed out by him, and suddenly felt that he was right in front of him and slept openly for a long time.

In the past, I had watched him sleep in a TV series, and in my room, I was sleeping in a daze with my quilt in my arms, and I felt that it was so happy to be able to sleep by listening to my idol's voice. But now, it is obviously not the same order of magnitude.

The dark room was only two of them, one was lying on the bed and the other was sitting beside the bed.

"I've slept too much and wanted to go out and watch TV." Jiahe was bored for a long time before he put in a very unnutritious sentence.

After a long silence, he smiled and said, "Is it good to watch the DVD?"

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that she probably didn't have cable TV at Yi Wenze's home...

Originally to avoid the embarrassment of being alone, but in the end, I just changed my place and changed from the guest room to the study. Compared to the lively night, it was much deserted tonight. Aqing casually said that Wu Zhilun would attend an event tonight and would probably come to stay in the middle of the night. Then he told Jiahe where the flower tea is, where the pot is, and even the location of the tea wax was specially taken to her to take a look...

In fact, her fever had long subsided, but she was a little weak, but compared to Yi Wenze, she was still a healthy person.

So, since Ah Customs closed the door, she immediately took on the role of taking care of her.

Make tea, tinte tea wax, and place the transparent teapot on the fire.

She stopped and looked at Yi Wenze, who was sitting behind the desk: "Do you want to go downstairs to get some food?"

Yi Wenze smiled: "No, the discs are all on the shelf, go and choose them."

Since it was proposed by himself, Jiahe was not polite, so he could only look at the rows of CD racks. The types were very rich, especially the discs on the rack, which were all films that were released recently.

I glanced at Gillian's new film, "The Forefront".

The drama is quite good, and she didn't think much about it and stuffed the disc into the disc.

It was a little funny at first, but the more I went to the back, most of the scenes of Gillian and her ex-boyfriend being ambiguous, and the more I watched it, the more I became strange. Jiahe calmly lowered her voice and quietly glanced at Yi Wenze. Seeing that he was still reading the information, he seemed to have not noticed the movie scene, so he was relieved.

But when he was changing the discs halfway, he suddenly made a sound.

"What, it's not good-looking?"

Jiahe stammered for a moment: "No, I suddenly realized I had seen it."

"In recent Hong Kong films, several small productions are good," Yi Wenze said while holding a stack of documents and signing, "That "Zhi Ming and Chun Jiao" is also good, very close to real life."

Jiahe blurted out: "Is it the seven-day love film?"

The film starring Shawn Yue and Miriam Yeung was completely watched from beginning to end, and the impression left was nothing more than a seven-day romantic love song, which was very consistent with the current fast food love, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that her foundation was weak.

Yi Wenze seemed to be very leisurely and put down his pen: "These two films have good reviews, which one do you prefer?"

It sounds like asking, one is an ex's ambiguous relationship, and the other is a quick new love. Which one do you prefer?

The flames of tea wax burn the tea without any rushing moment.

Jiahe hesitated: "To be honest, I don't like watching urban movies very much, I prefer "East Evil and West Poisons"."

It's a very old movie, and when she was in college, she could memorize almost all the lines.

"You go and see the third row of shelves, the tenth one, it should be this disc." He suddenly said.

"Old version and new version?"

"Old version."

She walked over as she said, pulled it out, it was indeed this disc.

"When it came out in 1994, the movie had a bad box office, but it suddenly became hot because it won many big prizes," he stopped and looked at Jiahe with a smile, "You should have been in your teenager at that time."

Jiahemo calculated: "I'm less than ten years old," she saw that he was taking it very properly and asked casually, "Do you like this movie too?"

He replied: "If you look at the photography editing, I like it very much, but I don't really appreciate the protagonist's character."

Jiahe remembered her brother Leslie Cheung and couldn't help but sigh: "Self-exiled?"

Yi Wenze smiled: "It's his attitude to avoid feelings."

Jiahe didn't expect the topic to transition to this point. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only play haha. While saying that her brother's acting skills were good, she put the plate into the disc and continued to kill time. It was not until almost eleven o'clock, and just as the movie was about to end, Aqing knocked on the door and said that Qiao Qiao was here. Jiahe heard this and seemed to have received a special amnesty order, and she was escaping like she was going downstairs.

Qiao Qiao moved two boxes of a previous one out and was drinking water downstairs. When she saw her, she immediately squeezed her eyes: "One box is used to please your idol, and one box is used to please the best man. How about it, isn't it fun?"

Aqing burst into laughter when he heard this, which made Jiahe very embarrassed.

She helped Qiao Qiao take a box of noodles to the kitchen room, and move the other box to the guest room.

"Can I sleep with you?" Qiao Qiao said suddenly.

Jiahe looked at her for no reason: "Why can't it?"

Qiao Qiao immediately fell on the bed and said with a smile: "Don't delay your good things."

Jiahe finally understood what she meant: "Stop making trouble. If you hadn't driven away my car, you wouldn't have lived here tonight."

Qiao Qiao swept her up and down and left and right: "I came back when you were sleeping in the afternoon. Why didn't you drive away?"

"Have you been back in the afternoon?"

"Of course, you have a high fever, so dare not come back?" Qiao Qiao smiled, "It's a pity that I am redundant. Even Wu Zhilun is so good at acting, not to be a light bulb, let alone me."

Jiahe was speechless and slept so hard that she could not expose her any editing, so she simply remained silent.

Qiao Qiao tossed for a while before she fell asleep holding the pillow. However, Jiahe thought she had slept too much during the day and tossed and turned on the bed. She hadn't fallen asleep at one point. When she went out to pour water, she subconsciously went to the study room, but the light was still on.

She hesitated for half a minute, walked upstairs slowly and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Yi Wenze's voice was a little low, and he could hear fatigue.

She half-pushed the door open and saw that he was still sitting behind the desk and facing the computer.

The tea wax has long been burnt out, and only the bottom-up tea is left.

The screen was still a scene of pausing when he went downstairs. Maggie Cheung was wearing a big red dress and was frozen in an action.

He typed the last word before looking up at her: "Why haven't you been asleep yet?"

Fortunately, Jiahe thought of an excuse before coming up and said with a smile: "I was hungry when I fell asleep. Qiao Qiao took a box of diced rice. Anyway, it was cooked. If you want to eat, let's do it together." She was more calm about writing the draft in advance. She admired her calmness more and more.

"good."

"Do you want to add an egg?"

She didn't know much about the taste of Hong Kong people. If it weren't for the popularity of Qiao Qiao, or even the brand of "Spread the Past Ding", she only believed that she should make an egg in and eat it in a good way.

He nodded again and smiled even deeper: "Okay."

Jiahe thought about asking more questions, but when she remembered that he might not know what the refrigerator was, she might as well go and see it by herself. She added some of the delicious food in it. Seeing that Yi Wenze seemed really interested, she hurried downstairs and touched the kitchen to flip through things. It was estimated that the Shanghai aunt came to bring a lot of things today. She quickly took out the lunch meat and eggs, took it out of the pot and cooked it with water, and found that the box of noodles had not been removed.

There was a very wide plastic bag on the box. She squatted on the ground and slowly teared it along the edge with her fingers. When she heard the sound of water boiling, she was about to stand up, and one hand behind her had already turned the fire down.

She turned around, and Yi Wenze leaned against the edge of the marble table and said to her: "The scissors should be in the cabinet on the right."

Jiahe hurriedly squatted down again to take scissors, opened the box, and took out two packs of noodles.

The boiling water kept steaming and made a slight sound.

When she took out the bag and took out the dough cake, Yi Wenze had cut the lunch meat and took out a clean plastic board. He cut it with one knife. His technique was very beautiful and skillful, making Jiahe's two knifes look ashamed.

Below, beat eggs and add meat.

Almost all of him were operating. Jiahe slowly became the one who handed over the goods. It was not until he started stirring with bamboo chopsticks that Jiahe remembered that he had just said he wanted to cook noodles for him...

She felt a little embarrassed and started to make no words: "What a coincidence, the two movies I'm talking about today have a noodle cooking session. It seems that you Hong Kong people really love to eat this."

He smiled and looked at her: "Get two empty bowls."

Jiahe hurriedly went to flip the cupboard again, took out two large white porcelain bowls, and quickly filled a bowl.

He went to pour some cold water and started boiling water.

"Why don't you eat first?" She helped him tear open another bag of noodles.

He said: "It's okay, it'll be fine soon."

She was a little embarrassed: "I originally said I would cook it for you... Is it okay for you to go downstairs like this?"

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't have the need to play basketball and run, it should be fine."

Jiahe was bored. If he had asked him to play basketball and run, he would probably be cut into pieces from the agency to the fans, and his bones would be crushed and ashes.

The tiny bubbles spread from the bottom of the pot and slowly began to boil again.

She had handed over everything she should have, and there was nothing to do, and she couldn't find anything to say. She could only stand beside him and stare at the bubbles at the bottom of the pot to distract herself. It was not until he poured out another bowl of noodles that she hurriedly reached out to pick up the pot, wanting to wash it first.

He couldn't quench the ground, so he touched his hand.
Chapter completed!