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His gaze was soon fixed on a certain place, and the girl changed into loose loungewear because she was bent over, and the wide neckline hung down, and he had an excellent glimpse of the beautiful scenery of the girl from his perspective. Without a corset, the pale skin and bulging curvature can be seen at a glance.

Cheng Mingyu felt that his eyes were hot, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, and his back collapsed straight.

Mu Weiwei exclaimed: "Ming Yu, why is it flowing more and more." ”

She hurriedly pinched Cheng Mingyu's nose, "Don't move." ”

Cheng Mingyu felt that the time was so long for the first time, even though his nose had been pinched, the breath on Mu Weiwei's body seemed to be pervasive. Obviously, he was familiar with the breath for so many years, but it was the first time that he was so uncomfortable.

"Aren't you alright?"

Cheng Mingyu's voice was not as clear as before, and he listened to it a little muffled. The inexplicable sense of joy made Mu Weiwei want to laugh.

"It's coming, it's coming. In her eyes, her family Mingyu is still so cute, and she is unhappy because of nosebleeds.

Mother Mu's voice came from downstairs.

"Weiwei, Mingyu, come down to eat, do your homework after eating." ”

Mu Weiwei hurriedly shouted in her voice: "Mom, Ming Yu has a nosebleed on fire, you make him a chrysanthemum tea." ”

"Oh, got it, you guys can deal with it. Mu's mother said that she was used to it. Since he was a child, Ming Yu would have a nosebleed or something when he came to play at their house, but their daughters took good care of him, so they didn't have to worry too much.

After about ten minutes, the bleeding stopped.

Mu Weiwei pulled Cheng Mingyu downstairs.

Already sitting at the dinner table, Mu's mother and Mu's father looked at Cheng Mingyu with worried eyes. Cheng Mingyu's heart warmed, revealing a well-behaved smile.

"Uncle, aunt, I'm fine. ”

"Ming Yu, Auntie has already made tea, you drink it carefully, beware of the burning. Picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Cheng Mingyu, and also poured a cup for Mu Weiwei and Mu's father.

"Now that it's hot, you've all drunk it, and the chrysanthemum tea is on fire. ”

Cheng Mingyu took a sip gently, and the faint fragrance of flowers entered his nose and soaked into every corner of his body.

The dishes cooked by Mu's mother are still very standard, with full color, flavor and flavor. Mu Weiwei took a chopstick of emerald green bitter gourd and put it in Cheng Mingyu's bowl.

"Eat bitter gourd. Mu Weiwei raised her eyebrows.

Cheng Mingyu glanced at it, silently picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Although his face was expressionless, Mu Weiwei didn't know that he hated eating bitter melons the most.

Sure enough, Cheng Mingyu picked up another big mouthful of white rice. Slightly quickened the action of chewing, and swallowed. Mu Weiwei couldn't help but think of the idiom of swallowing dates.

Carelessly, he picked up a piece of bitter gourd and put it in his mouth.

Well, it's not very bitter. Why don't you like it?

After dinner, Mu's mother drove the two of them to the room to do their homework.

Cheng Mingyu felt uncomfortable with Mu Weiwei for the first time. The breath from Mu Weiwei's body always stirred up a certain nerve in his body.

"What do you want?" I don't know when Mu Weiwei was so close to him. Breathing at him, her long, curly eyelashes fluttering, like a small brush, hooking his fingers to bend invisibly, trying to flick her eyelashes, if they gave him the same itching sensation as he imagined.