Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Angry, Qin Shiting always denied it. When reading a song, he didn't believe it. He sat here for three hours. She was so unattractive?

Doesn't a man have that kind of impulse when he sees a woman sleeping in front of him?

Even if he doesn't need Qin's impulse, doesn't he feel a little fluctuated?

I don't believe you!

This man always looks unexpected, maybe a boring one.

Sleeping so late, they couldn't have stayed in the lab, and the two of them took a taxi back to Villa Tamizu.

But when she got home, because Qin Shiting had taken the scarf that she had not worn since she left the house before she got out, she went straight out of the car, and Qin Shiting walked over with the scarf, and when she entered her door, she said, “I haven't come back these past few days, Aunt Xiao has come to help me clean up, and said she has prepared a lot of snacks for me at home. Do you want to eat? ”

“How old are you for snacks? ”

When I heard this, I chanted back the song and saw Qin Shiting's disgusting appearance.

“How old is the snack? Don't tell me I'm 19, even when I'm 90, will you buy it for me?” She looked at him with a smile.

Qin Shiting's eyebrows moved, and the little girl's simple words seemed to give him her whole life.

“I knew you wouldn't answer.” I can't wait to read the song. I put my hands up and waved: “No, I've slept too long at night and haven't eaten yet. It's too late to cook now. I want to order takeout. Let's eat together. After you finish eating, you can go back and live across the street. ”

Qin Shiting looked at the time: “What do you want to eat? ”

“Whatever. Whatever you want. I'll go change. This down jacket is too thick.” She just snuck upstairs.

A few minutes later, he came down in his changed homewear, a suit of water pink trousers, and he tied his hair behind his head casually into a ponytail, and ran down to cheerfully: “How about that, you want to eat? ”

“I just called the nearest hotel here and asked for two packages, which arrived in about half an hour.” When Qin Shiting spoke, he saw her after changing clothes. I wondered what he had in mind. His eyes set on her.

When I looked at him, I thought to myself, “Oh, my God, didn't I wear one of your shirts the last time I lived in your house? That shirt should still be in the closet. I'll get it back sometime tomorrow. Anyway, I've worn it. You can wear it again. ”

Qin Shiting didn't know what she was thinking, she didn't nod her head or shake her head. She just sat on her couch and picked up the magazine that she had placed on the coffee table the other day. The magazine was filled with photographs of male stars that girls sometimes liked. In fact, this magazine was a monthly magazine that she accompanied the book when she went to buy it. It seemed like a new media newspaper. This added way to brush sales and familiarity.

Turn to a page inside where a red star rips off his shirt and reveals his abs for sex. The pictures of the touching look, Qin Shiting's eyebrows jumped and closed the magazine directly. He turned his eyes and saw the chronicle song just standing next to the couch, which suddenly snuck into the kitchen.

When she stepped on her slippers and ran to the kitchen refrigerator, she opened the refrigerator and flipped a large bag of snacks out of it, and found that Aunt Xiang had prepared milk for her in all flavors, all of which were inside.

She opened one of the bags and took out a bag of chips and dried small fruits from inside. She turned around and shouted to the outside: “The takeout will take a while to arrive. I'm hungry now. Here are chips, dried fruit, chocolate, shrimp strips and jelly... Qin Shiting, do you want some? ”

She also took out two bottles of fresh milk that she had just put in this morning and put them on the table next to her.

Qin Shiting didn't answer her, but he also came to the kitchen at this time. He glanced at her as she stood in front of the refrigerator door and turned around to pick up the milk bottle she had in her hand: “Less food for the evening, I'll heat up the milk for you first. ”

“Sure.” As she recited the song, she opened a bag of chips, and when she opened it, it was roasted chips that came out of the bag. The fragrance was overflowing. She picked up one piece satisfactorily and stuffed it inside. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Qin Shiting standing by the microwave to warm her milk: “Really delicious, don't you want to try it? ”

She stood there eating potato chips while watching him also standing in the kitchen, suddenly she felt his heart was rising full, now this... she could often eat with him under the same roof, and occasionally do other things together. It was good that he was no longer the Qin God who could only sit next to her and was occasionally peeked at more. He was her Qin Shiting.

Singing a song, standing in the kitchen with a snack bag, snapping potato chips and hearing a microwave “ding”.

Qin Shiting took out two hot bottles of milk and turned around and put the milk back on the table.

The chant just put a chip in his mouth and shook the snack bag in his hand, meaning let him try it too.

Qin Shiting turned around and thought he was going to give his face a taste. She hurriedly lifted the bag to his eyes. As a result, he suddenly tightened his wrist. He came over and grabbed her wrist and pressed it downwards. He chanted “hmm” in the mouth of the song. I didn't know what he was trying to say. Qin Shiting bowed down directly and held himself at the edge of the table behind her with one hand. He lowered his head and bit the chips in her mouth.

“Click--” a very slight sound, the sound of chips being bitten off.

The moment I read the song, my head seemed to have been knocked out by some kind of sound, my brain went straight to the moment, I stood on the spot, I forgot all the movements, only one pair of eyes very big, I dared not believe looking at the man in front of me.

Qin Shiting slowly stood up straight back and chewed the half of the chips in his mouth. After a long time, he said faintly: “Taste okay, fried food, full of additives. ”

The song suddenly came back to me because of his old cadre-like evaluation. The driver's brain just slowed down. Her face became red and her eyes stared at him. She forgot to chew the chips in her mouth for half a day. The crisp chips were all a little soft. She just swallowed them, but she still couldn't speak for half a day.

Qin Shiting picked up the hot milk on the table, unscrewed the lid and put it in her hand, while taking away the potato snack bag in her hand: “Drink the milk, don't eat the potato chips. ”