Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

When he read the song and picked up the shirt, Qin Shiting also seemed uncomfortable. He glanced at her and then looked at the time: “It's after 7: 00. ”

“Hmm..." he sang, pinching the shirt in his hand, took a deep breath, and to cover his shyness and embarrassment, he turned his eyes and looked out and said, "Is he really sending someone around tonight? ”

Qin Shiting glanced at her: “When we grew up together, shouldn't you know him better than me? ”

Why do the four words "green plum bamboo horse" sound so wrong?

Can she understand that he's jealous? Hey, hey, hey.

“I know he usually doesn't give up on anything, but people are really nice and shouldn't be too...”

“You can go straight out of my house now, and you can go back within a hundred meters. Even if you want to leave at 12: 00 in the evening, I won't stop you, it's up to you.” Qin Shiting finished and went straight upstairs.

Stand there and watch him go upstairs. What's going on? Why are you so angry? She didn't say anything. She just thought Xiao Luno's character was good. She just asked.

She will definitely not return home, Qin Shiting has asked her to stay, how could she return.

She followed him upstairs, watched him go into the master bedroom, and then followed him: "I'll go to the guest room, you rest early, and we'll have to go to the lab tomorrow morning. ”

Qin Shiting responded: “Hmm. ”

When I read songs, I stopped talking and went straight to the neighborhood.

Although this little bedroom next to it is a guest room, it really should have everything, and more importantly, this room is next to the master bedroom, only one wall away from Qin Shiting.

His own master bedroom, I don't think he ever lived there, she can say if she wants to, he will definitely let it out, but it's too shameful, after all, he will have to live in the future...

When I read the thoughts of the song, I didn't know what I was thinking, so I hurried into the room and closed the door.

When she thought that Qin Shiting was next door, she felt like she couldn't do anything right now. She couldn't even look at her cell phone, sat directly beside the bed, and looked around at the setting.

Qin Shiting The style of decoration in this villa is clean and simple, there is nothing exaggerating about it, but every inch of decoration material is top notch, high-end and low-key.

In her room, there is a small corner of the balcony behind her, which is presumably shared with the master bedroom of the next balcony, maybe she can stand on the balcony and turn around and see everything in the master bedroom.

She got up in front of the window, didn't open the window, didn't go to the balcony, just stood here, looked out, in the courtyard of the villa covered in white snow, because it started snowing again, and began to pile up a thick layer.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Luno, she would really be wearing a coat and running out to pile snowmen.

Now, of course you can't go out, but stay in your room.

Time ran out, so it took me eight o'clock to think about things in the room. When I sat by the bed, I picked up my phone and texted Qin Shiting next door: [You only made me onion oil noodles at night, haven't you eaten them yet? It's eight o'clock now. Aren't you hungry?]

Qin Shiting returned pretty quickly: [Not hungry, are you hungry again?]

Reading songs: [Hmm.]

She's not hungry, but she just feels like she's staying here, but she's in her room, she doesn't talk, she doesn't meet, she always feels like she's missing something.

Anyway, even if this is the reason to eat, she can still eat more or less. Anyway, she usually eats sometimes, but she doesn't get fat any more, so even if she wants to eat again now, she has nothing to worry about.

A few minutes later, she heard as if the door next door was open, but Qin Shiting did not return her text message.

She thought about it, got up and opened the door and revealed a small head and looked out. Qin Shiting seemed to have gone downstairs.

When she read the song, she closed the door and walked back and forth in the room. After a while, the phone rang. She hurriedly picked it up and looked at it. All she saw was a message from Qin Shiting: [Come down and eat.]

The singing instantly smiled and opened the door again, walking out quickly and running down the stairs like a breeze.

Because she likes to eat onion oil noodles, Qin Shiting made her another one, but obviously didn't want her to get tired of eating this continuously at night, so there was also a cooked dumpling next to her.

I was just trying to find a reason to stay with him for a while. I wasn't too hungry. Now I see his noodles and dumplings. I just move my index finger. “Wow, you've made so much, do you want to eat with me? ”

Qin Shiting handed her the tableware and chopsticks: “Eat. ”

I picked up the song, clamped a dumpling, bit it, and lifted my eyes: "It's beef carrot filling! It's delicious. It doesn't look like it's frozen. ”

“Auntie put it in the fridge herself, how could it be frozen?” Qin Shiting said that he also picked up the chopsticks and put a dumpling in the plate in front of him, and looked at her at the same time: “You are not afraid of indigestion after eating so much at night. ”

“I'm fine. I don't need to lose weight when I encounter good food.” When I read the song, I put some more noodles in my bowl.

She is now eating with Qin Shiting in the same way. The noodles and dumplings are placed in the middle. If you want to eat them, you can clip them. There are two side dishes beside them. They are also presumably made and mixed by aunt and stored in the refrigerator. They taste good. They are not the same as their aunt's craftsmanship.

I have a feeling that I may be able to find a chance to rub dinner in the future...

“I have lost weight and do not need to lose weight.” Qin Shiting watched her squeeze the little hand of chopsticks, white, thin, although she also knew that she did not eat as easily as other girls in front of men. She should eat, drink and drink freely, and eat not a lot, but not a lot. It has to be snacks all the time, but she has never been fat.

The two of them only had dinner together now, it was almost 9: 00, they had already eaten at night, and now they have eaten so much. When they stood up from the table reading songs, they could barely stand up straight.

Qin Shiting looked at her in a bad state, shook her head, and put what was on the table in the dishwasher.

When he came out of the kitchen, he said, "I don't have any digestive medicines here. Don't rush upstairs to sleep, walk around here for half an hour and then think about sleeping, otherwise it's easy to accumulate food. ”