With that, Jane Huan took the shopping cart, walked two steps aside without trace, and opened the distance from him.

Her fingertips swept through the row of cookies, but no cookie name was printed into her brain. Her heart beat a little fast. I don't know whether it was because he deliberately narrowed the distance just now, or she heard his heart beat just now. It was very calm, just like his deep eyes.

"He usually buys these cookies."

The low male voice behind her made Jane Huan suddenly take back her thoughts and look back in some confusion: "what... What?"

Huo moting had a box of biscuits in his hand, which were imported. He stood less than one meter away from her.

Jane Huan didn't look at him, but she saw the name of the biscuit. She was trying to get a box on the shelf again. She found that it was gone.

——That is to say, the box in Huo moting's hand is the last one.

Jane Huan suddenly regretted why she had nothing to do just now and had to pull the cart over.

"Eh? These biscuits are sold out?" other customers came. Jane Huan heard her ask, "handsome boy, do you buy this box of biscuits? If not..."

"Yes," Jane Huan almost subconsciously answered, "we'll take this box of biscuits."

The other party left in disappointment. Jane Huan sighed, and then found that she came to Huo moting in a hurry.

A box of biscuits was handed to her.

Jane Huan's eyes fell on the hand holding the biscuit.

The fingers were long and bony, the nails were neatly trimmed, and half of the white shirt cuffs were exposed.

When she held the biscuit box and wanted to put it in the shopping cart, she found that she didn't move, because Huo Mo Ting didn't let go.

She tugged again, and the other party seemed to have consumed it with her, and her strength increased.

Jane Huan looked up at him for unknown reasons. Huo moting suddenly took a step forward and shortened the distance between the two. His smoky gray coat almost touched her jeans. Jane Huan was startled. When she stepped back, she hit the shopping cart and had a pain in her waist.

"Little Jane! I took two brands of cheese. You choose!"

"Which two brands?" Jane Huan hurriedly turned her head and walked away from Huo Mo ting and the shelf, across him to Huo nianyan.

Huo nianyan, two little fat hands holding two cheese bottles, frowned and couldn't make a decision, "I think both are pretty good."

Jane Huan took two bottles of cheese and said, "let me see."

"I like to buy both bottles, which is so fussy." a male voice as low as a cello sounded over Jian Huan's head.

When Jian Huan stood upright, he pretended to push the shopping cart next to him and kept a certain distance from the man behind him.

Huo moting looked at her intentionally or unintentionally to avoid her actions. Her eyes became unclear and deeper.

Sometimes, as long as a certain idea has a little tendency to rise, it will spring up like mushrooms and grow crazily.

Just like Huo moting's ambiguity about her, although Jian Huan experienced only one man in yanjingshen in the first 24 years, it doesn't mean that she can't understand the feelings between men and women. Even if she is a rookie in love, with a woman's sixth sense, she also noticed Huo moting's unusual feelings for herself.

This is unusual. When Huo Mo Ting approached her just now, she had the impulse to flee.

The three returned to Qinyuan. Huo moting returned to his study, leaving Huo chanting and secretly relaxing Jian Huan.

"Jane, wait a minute. You're in charge of making cookies. I'll beat the cheese with eggs and rock sugar."

Huo nianyan took off his down jacket, wore a yellow sweater and ran into the kitchen with short legs. When he came out again, he had changed into a small apron and sleeves, but he didn't wear a small cook's hat on his head. Then he began to assign work in a decent manner.

The little guy was still complaining when he moved the materials to the kitchen: "why did Aunt Li go home? Otherwise she would be a good assistant."

After some small details are inadvertently mentioned, if they are infinitely enlarged, it will make people think more and more.

Thinking of Aunt Li who came home temporarily, Huo moting who was suddenly at home, and a series of his later behaviors, it is difficult for Jane Huan to prevent herself from turning into a crooked road, although she has tried very hard to convince herself that those are just coincidences.

Huo nianyan, who was beating eggs, left her and ran to the living room to watch cartoons.

Jane Huan looked at the messy kitchen table. She had a headache. She beat the eggs well, poured them into the biscuits and stirred them.

When she bent down to get a bowl in the cabinet, she glanced at a straight pair of trousers and a pair of men's cotton slippers.

I don't know when he came in

Jane Huan paused for two seconds, then got up and continued to add rock sugar to the cup, as if she didn't see the man in the kitchen.

Sometimes, the more you want to concentrate on something, the more you can't concentrate, such as Jane Huan's situation at the moment.

Huo Mo Ting didn't speak, so he stood quietly behind her, but Jian Huan could feel the two deep eyes falling on him.

The kitchen suddenly became very quiet, and even the "Ding Dong" sound of the water condensed by the faucet dripping in the sink was clear to the ear.

Suddenly a pleasant mobile phone ring rang.

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