After decisively declaring last night that he would let Jian Ning eat junk food outside, Qiao Yu still woke up and quickly dressed to go downstairs and make breakfast.
He’ll just make fried noodles today.
While skillfully cutting cabbage and carrots into shreds, Qiao Yu self-deprecatingly thought that since his body was already out of his control, he might as well let it be. Getting angry would be useless anyway, and would only harm his own health.
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Jian Ning came down as usual with light makeup, wearing a hairstyle from Ling Lin’s mother, and looked into the kitchen, immediately smiling: “Fried noodles today?”
Qiao Yu responded with a blank expression.
Jian Ning walked to his side, watched for a moment, and suddenly asked: “Did the alternate personality appear again last night?”
Qiao Yu’s spatula nearly slipped, barely catching it, his heart racing. He tried to act casual: “What’s wrong?”
The water in the kettle had just boiled. Jian Ning took a cup, poured half, then added some mineral water to adjust the temperature, and took a sip.
Qiao Yu secretly glanced at her and said softly: “You mean… sleeping in your bed last night?”
Jian Ning nodded: “I almost forgot, you have memories of the alternate personality.”
Qiao Yu stirred the noodles: “………Yeah.”
Jian Ning drank all the remaining water in the cup: “As long as you know. I just wanted to tell you that don’t worry, I’ll lock the bedroom door before sleeping tonight.”
Qiao Yu: “………”
Jian Ning looked at him: “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you have an opinion?”
Qiao Yu expressionlessly: “No.”
The noodles were cooked. Qiao Yu served a bowl and handed it to her: “Take it yourself.”
Jian Ning said thanks: “Good that you have no opinion. Thank you for your hard work.”
Qiao Yu coldly turned to serve his own noodles, not wanting to engage.
Locking the door.
Does she need to guard against him like a thief? He already said it was the alternate personality’s influence!
“………” Qiao Yu ignored the tiny, barely perceptible guilt in his heart.
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After quietly finishing the noodles, Jian Ning picked up her bag and hurriedly went downstairs: “Qiao Yu, I’m going to film.”
“Hao ge……”
A reluctant, aggrieved voice suddenly sounded from behind.
