Chapter 85

nd thought about how to solve her mother's medical expenses.Just when she was at her wit's end, her phone rang.She is her childhood friend, Aunt Mo.Mo Auntie was someone Shen Yian met on the subway....Only then did Shen Yi'an realize that as they were chatting, he had unknowingly pushed Song Lin from the middle of the sofa all the way to the edge.

She blushed instantly and stood up immediately.

"Sorry, it's getting late, I...I'm going to cook dinner."

Song Lin also stood up: “I’ll help you.”

Shen Yian was taken aback. "Huh"

Song Lin took off his blazer and rolled up his shirt sleeves. "Is there a problem I'm free anyway, and I can get it done faster."

Shen Yian looked at his pair of white and slender hands. At a glance, he knew he hadn't done any housework. He actually said he wanted to help her cook.

The shock level is no less than Gu Cheng kneeling down and saying he was wrong.

However, she didn't refuse. After all, you have to live together first before getting married, right

A man who helps is always better than a man who only barks orders.

Shen Yian smiled. "Alright, but wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for"

Song Lin stood hesitantly at the kitchen door, watching Shen Yi'an tiptoe to reach the top shelf.

When he was renovating, he wasn't paying attention to the kitchen, so he didn't notice that the upper cabinet height was extremely unreasonable.

"I'll do it."

"Thank you."

Having said that, Shen Yi'an wanted to make way for Song Lin. Unexpectedly, Song Lin stood directly behind her, his aura of cold mist and clear spring instantly enveloping her side.

She felt a warmth creep up her ear, and immediately pressed her body against the table, afraid that she might accidentally touch Song Lin and give him the wrong idea.

"Looking for something" Song Lin's voice rang out above her.

Shen Yian raised her head, her hair sweeping across Song Lin's jaw. Song Lin was startled, his nose full of the scent from between her strands. Although it was just the smell of ordinary shampoo, for some reason he could always faintly smell something else.

Shen Yian pointed to a white plastic bag inside.

“There's a new apron in that bag. Your shirt looks expensive, don't get it dirty.”

"You even prepared for this"

Song Lin furrowed his brow, but when he took out the new apron, his brow furrowed even deeper.

Buy one get one free.

This is a gift for him.

Shen Yian noticed his face color and explained, "This usually costs thirty, but now it's buy one get one free, which is half price. A good deal like this wouldn't be missed for the world."

Her parents used to take her to the supermarket often, telling her about discounted items and bargains. Their catchphrase was this very sentence, which she accidentally blurted out.

I don't know if it was my imagination, but she felt like her words were adding fuel to the fire. Song Lin's face grew even worse.

She immediately changed the subject: "I, I'll put it on for you."

When she lifted her apron, both she and Song Lin felt awkward.

Through the packaging, it looks like a blue and white gingham. Who would have thought it also has lace trim

Shen Yian held the apron and said awkwardly, "Mr. Song, are you still wearing it"

Song Lin narrowed his eyes and pointed at the red gingham apron she was wearing, noting its lack of lace trim.

"Change it."

"Okay."

Shen Yian and Song Lin swapped aprons. They thought it would be strange to see Song Lin in an apron.

Who knew when she looked at Song Rin, she couldn't help but be stunned. She couldn't help but lower her head to look at the apron on her body.

Aren't they wearing almost the same style

Why is Song Lin, a grown man, dressed better than her

He wore a black shirt, which contrasted sharply with the red apron.

Muscular arms, a taut chest, and a cinched waist, the apron somehow manages to exude an alluring sense of restraint.

"Looking at what" Song Lin leaned against the counter, raising an eyebrow slightly.ty.He got up and walked out of the study, but he found that the lights in the dining room were still on. Shen Yian was lying motionless on the table, surrounded by documents.Song Lin unconsciously lig...