For Song Xiangran, the top priority is to get rid of Fang Qingming and wash up quickly, instead of worrying about what to eat.

"It's okay, I'll eat whatever you do. Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming and blinked his eyes.

Fang Qingming was trembling by Song Xiangran's fawn-like eyes, although he knew very well that Song Xiangran was not coquettish, but he still tasted what Lin Cheng said, the girl's smile made people's hearts taste like eating honey.

"Okay, then fry the noodles under the poached eggs. Fang Qingming's Adam's apple moved, and then he let go of Song Xiangran and went downstairs.

Looking at Fang Qingming's back as he went downstairs, Song Xiangran finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, hurriedly ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and decided to wash his face and brush his teeth quietly.

While brushing his teeth, Song Xiangran looked at himself in the mirror.

In the past two days, Song Xiangran's sleep quality is not particularly good, there is a faint dark blue under his eyes, his eyes are not as bright as before, and his whole face is not too ruddy, and he is a little haggard.

After all, the end of the semester is approaching, and he is busy reviewing the final exam, and in addition, Song Xiangran also has to prepare for some essay competitions, so he can be regarded as very busy.

However, at this juncture, Fang Qingming suddenly confessed to Song Xiangran, which added another annoyance to Song Xiangran's heart.

However, in fact, compared with the above things, Fang Qingming's confession to Song Xiangran should be regarded as a bit of a sweet annoyance.

Indeed, thinking that Fang Qingming actually liked him, the corners of Song Xiangran's mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

If it weren't for brushing his teeth and washing his face and looking in the mirror, Song Xiangran himself wouldn't have noticed that the corners of his mouth had been rising.

Just when Song Xiangran was wondering that he was inexplicably smiling, Fang Qingran knocked on the bathroom door.

"Sister Xiangran, your love breakfast is ready. A clear male voice that had not yet changed its voice sounded outside the door, with some childish immaturity.

"Okay, I'll go down now. Song Xiangran hurriedly sped up to rinse off the foam of the facial cleanser on her face, and at the same time wondered in her heart, what is her love breakfast?

However, Tong Yan is unscrupulous, maybe Fang Qingran is just talking casually.

After going downstairs and seeing the breakfast with her own eyes, Song Xiangran suddenly understood why Fang Qingran wanted to say that it was her loving breakfast.

First of all, it was obvious that Fang Qingming didn't know how to use it, so he fried the omelette into the shape of a heart and placed it on top of the noodles.

Secondly, there is also a small plate of cut fruit next to the noodles, with apple chunks and a few orange slices, arranged in the shape of a heart.

Song Xiangran was a little stunned for a while, and he couldn't move his steps and walked forward.

"Xiangran, aren't you hungry? Why don't you come and have breakfast? Fang Qingming looked indifferent, as if there was nothing abnormal about this.

It is obvious that only Song Xiangran's breakfast was carefully prepared by Fang Qingming, Fang Qingming's own and Fang Qingran's are a bowl of noodles and an omelette.

"Sister Xiangran was stunned by your loving breakfast. Fang Qingran sucked the noodles and said secretly at Song Xiangran's expression.

Fang Qingming frowned slightly, glared at Fang Qingran, and secretly annoyed in his heart, this Fang Qingran, he usually treats him well, why don't he help his own brother at a critical time?

Moreover, someone in the army sent Fang Qingming a book of what to pursue contemporary young women, and there was a clear article on it that said that girls like romance in life.

This morning's love breakfast, poached eggs are loving, fruit is loving, isn't it romantic enough?

"Is it delicious?" Fang Qingming looked at Song Xiangran cautiously and asked.

This loving breakfast, Song Xiangran can be regarded as not knowing the taste of food, and the taste is the same as chewing wax.

Although it was indeed a love breakfast, it always felt that Fang Qingming was a little too strong.

But to a certain extent, this heart is still full of love.

Besides, how can Fang Qingming's hard-boiled noodles, fried poached eggs, and cut fruits not be delicious?

So, Song Xiangran nodded very respectfully and said, "It's delicious." "

"If you like it, if you like. Fang Qingming smiled very satisfied, then glanced at Fang Qingran again, Fang Qingran shrugged his shoulders disapprehantly.

"I finished eating and went to study first. Fang Qingran said, put away his dishes and chopsticks, and took them to the kitchen to clean them up by himself.

Usually when Chen Meiyun is not at home, Fang Qingming and they eat by themselves and wash their own dishes.

Seeing that Fang Qingran had already gone upstairs, Song Xiangran hurriedly sped up the speed at which she ate noodles, she didn't have the courage to stay with Fang Qingming all the time.

"Brother Qingming, you ...... Don't you want to rest?" Song Xiangran took a bite of noodles and looked at Fang Qingming and said vaguely.

In fact, Fang Qingming had already finished eating, but he had been sitting here, watching Song Xiangran eat noodles.

Even Fang Qingming himself didn't realize that he was sitting in front of Song Xiangran like this, almost stunned to watch her eat noodles.

And, in a somewhat obsessive state.

Fang Qingming felt that this state was very abnormal.

Song Xiangran also felt that this state was very abnormal.

After both realized that there was something strange about this state......

"Then remember to wash the dishes after eating, I'll go out later, do you have anything you want to eat for lunch?" Fang Qingming stood up, looked at Song Xiangran and asked.

"Braised eggplant?" Song Xiangran was silent for a while.

"Okay, no?"

"Beer duck?"

"Anything else?"

"Stir-fried green beans?"

"Well, it's ......"

Just when Fang Qingming was about to ask again, Song Xiangran couldn't help but interrupt with a smile: "Brother Qingming, your cooking skills are so good, just cook something you like to eat, I can't eat so much alone, not to mention that I have to think about Qingran." "

Only then did Fang Qingming realize that the people who ate at noon were not only himself and Song Xiangran, but also Fang Qingran.

So, Fang Qingming smiled embarrassedly and said, "Okay, I know what he likes to eat, he is a picky eater, just a few things." You're different. "

"What's different about me?" Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming puzzled and said.

"You seem to eat everything, I don't know what you like to eat. "

Song Xiangran was suddenly choked by this sentence, and dared to love Fang Qingming because he felt that he would not refuse to come, so he asked so much!

Song Xiangran also thought that Fang Qingming was adhering to the old saying: If you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first grab the other party's stomach.

"Hehe," Song Xiangran smiled embarrassedly, "Then it doesn't matter, anyway, I can eat anything, just make some casually." "

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