How cruel...
Wen Ran didn't expect Zhou Qixiao to ask.
She...she never lost her temper! !
Wen Ran stood on the sofa, biting her lower lip, and glanced at Zhou Qixiao.
If you fight, you will definitely not be able to defeat him.
Cry, she cried too much today and can't cry anymore.
Wen Ran glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the sofa was big enough...
She simply lay back straight.
Roar? !
Zhou Qixiao was still waiting to see Wen Ran lose his temper, but he didn't know that the little girl would move backwards?
Are you really hungry? !
As soon as this idea came up, Zhou Qixiao was no longer in the mood to tease her.
He stood up suddenly and was about to pinch Wen Ran Renzhong when he saw her blinking her big eyes.
When she met his gaze, her little mouth began to chatter, "Then starve me to death. After I die, I don't want a colorful glazed coffin. We won't bury it in the ground long ago, so... give me a dream pink ashes." The box should be covered with diamonds, as bright as the sea..."
Zhou Qixiao didn't expect that the little girl still remembered the colorful coffin.
Listening to her talking about death, I don't know why, but I feel a little irritated, and my tone can't help but be a little aggressive: "You're still blue, can you pluck out my eyeballs and glue them on for you?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took off the contact lenses neatly, revealing his charming blue eyes.
Wen Ran blinked, lay down again, and sighed: "That's too bloody, I just need diamonds the color of your eyes... And don't tell others that I starved to death, it's too embarrassing."
As Wen Ran spoke, she felt really sad for herself, and her voice became smaller and smaller, "But no one seems to care how I died..."
Zhou Qixiao looked at her wilting, as if she was a pitiful little girl who had no one to care for her.
No matter how beastly he is, he can't keep his mouth shut.
Thinking of this, there was a hint of pampering in his eyes that he was not even aware of.
He leaned down and kissed Wen Ran's forehead.
"Okay, okay, you are really fierce, I'm afraid, that's it!" After saying that, he put his hands on Wen Ran's armpits and picked him up, "What do you want to eat? Can I still make you starve to death with me here?" "
Wen Ran didn't expect that Zhou Qixiao would really compromise?
She stood on the sofa holding his shoulders, and just as she was about to jump down, the man put his arms around her thighs and picked her up.
The man was disgusted as soon as he opened his mouth, "Wen Mianmian, running all over the floor without even wearing shoes, is it dirty?"
Only then did Wen Ran realize that his slippers had fallen at the door.
There was a bit of a height difference between the two of them, and the man was the kind of person who took off his clothes and showed off his body. He could easily hold her with one hand.
Wen Ran also shook her feet, but the man still held her as steady as an old dog.
"Then you carry me to the door, shoes..."
"You're embarrassed, right? You really treat me like a mount? Do you want to hold you for a while?" Zhou Qixiao took the opportunity to pinch Wen Ran's face while speaking.
Wen Ran held her breath and her cheeks bulged slightly, "Then please bring my shoes over to me..."
"You still want me to put on your shoes, right?" After Zhou Qixiao finished speaking, he had already carried him to the dining table.
He didn't put the person down, just sat down with Wen Ran in his arms.
Wen Ran sat on the taut thigh, and her lower back instantly stiffened.
He looked at Zhou Qixiao warily.
His big eyes rolled, and he kept saying without waiting for him to speak: "If you want to eat something sweet and sour, it would be great if you have pot-roasted pork. Well, but this is in Nanzhou, so there may not be such a taste. It would be great if we could have some local snacks. I don’t like eating too much at night... You must have eaten Chinese food, right? It’s so delicious..."
Zhou Qixiao put one hand on the table and looked at the little girl nestled in his arms.
If someone quarreled with him like this, he would have to sew her mouth shut if he didn't twist her head off.
But listening to Wen Ran chattering about homely matters, the sound like spring rain seemed to soothe all the irritability.
This feels weird.
It's like he is an ordinary person.
Zhou Qixiao had a doubt that he had never had before.
Home, is this what it feels like?
Wen Ran didn't know what to say anymore. Seeing that the man hadn't let go, she quietly raised her eyes and looked over.
I saw a faint smile in the man's eyes, and the warm light seemed to soften his eyebrows.
She looked charming and dangerous, as if a second glance would seduce her.
Wen Ran hurriedly opened his eyes, his cheeks turning red uncontrollably.
She cursed in her heart: Wen Ran, you must be promising!
Dog men are just good-looking.
Thinking of this, she took another sneak peek.
Oh, he looks so good when he is quiet~
If he were to become a star, how many little fans would be crying and shouting to give birth to monkeys for him!
"Wen Mianmian?" Zhou Qixiao called out twice, and finally called Wen Ran back, who was in a daze, and said with a smile, "Are you so greedy? You're drooling!"
"Ah?! Eh?!" Wen Ran quickly raised his hand and wiped it, and it was clean! !
She glanced at Zhou Qixiao sullenly, with a tenderness that she didn't even know she had.
Wen Ran thought it would take a long time to wait, but she didn't expect that after more than ten minutes, Sheng Qing kicked the door open.
"Boss, I got a cook from Northeast China. What kind of food do you want to eat?" When Sheng Qing came in, he still held the middle-aged man in pajamas by his hand.
The middle-aged man looked confused. He was watching TV at home when a man suddenly kicked in the door and asked, "Are you a chef of Northeastern cuisine?"
He nodded, and then...this guy put him in the car and got him here!
He was confused as to why such a tall and lanky kid was dragging someone of more than 200 pounds like he was playing!
When he entered the door, he saw that it was the main residence of the Zhou family and was so frightened that his legs went weak.
"Can you do...?" Zhou Qixiao now put Wen Ran on the chair next to him, stood up and touched the cigarette in his pocket. Halfway through, he forgot what it was and looked back at Wen Ran.
Wen Ran didn't expect to be able to find a Northeastern chef. She said with bright eyes: "Guobao Pork, um, I also need a cold dish. You can take care of the rest."
"Hey, okay!"
When the chef went to the back kitchen, Sheng Qing came over in a hurry, slapped the things in his hands on the table, and looked at Zhou Qixiao as if he was asking for credit.
"Boss, look at what to do with this thing!"
