Su Weiwei hugged Bu Ling, turned his face to Lu Mingsheng and said, "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, Bu Ling is naughty!" ”

Her bright eyes stared at Lu Mingsheng's untouched spicy tang, and continued: "Eat it quickly!" I promise to take care of Bu Ling and not let it make trouble again! ”

Lu Mingsheng still looked cold, his eyes looked at Bu Ling who was buried in Su Weiwei's arms, and the afterglow of his eyes glanced at the bowl of spicy tang full of red oil again, and the taste in the air did not touch his taste buds at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He said frankly: "To be honest, thank you for your kindness! It's just that I don't eat spicy food! ”

"Huh!" Su Weiwei is a heavy spicy person, and she feels that people who don't eat spicy food are simply incredible. How many delicacies in the world should be disappointed! ”

"It turns out that you don't eat spicy, I didn't know before, then I'll order you another one now, you wait a minute!"

After Su Wei's slender fingers pressed her rose gold fruit machine a few times, she looked at Lu Mingsheng sincerely: "It's ordered, but you have to wait a minute, this delicious takeaway has to line up!"

Lu Mingsheng's face didn't change, it didn't matter to him.

Su Weiwei put Bu Ling down again, and pointed at its little head with a white finger: "You, you, go and eat your dinner, don't be naughty and hear it!" “

As if she understood her master's words, Bu Ling obediently stepped on the table and walked back, eating the small pieces of cat food on the table, and the little appearance was still wronged.

"Mr. Lu, can you help me go to the kitchen and get a carton of milk and a small bowl?"

Lu Mingsheng got up and disappeared from Su Weiwei's sight with his strong and powerful long legs.

After he brought it, Su Weiwei asked him to pour the milk into a small bowl with a shallow mouth and handed it to Bu Ling.

When Bu Ling saw the milk appearing in front of her, her little pink nose approached, stretched out her little tongue and licked it, before she licked it back and forth with relish.

Lu Mingsheng's distinct fingers still stayed on the edge of the white porcelain bowl, and the soft little fluff on Bu Ling's face rubbed against Lu Mingsheng's fingers, soft and soft, itchy and comfortable, making the cold temperament that had been precipitated around him for a long time soften.

The combination of a cold man and a soft cute kitten made Su Weiwei unable to control the infinite softness in his heart.

The kitten, it's hers, the man, it will be hers.

Lu Mingsheng inadvertently turned his eyes and found that Su Wei was looking at him intently, coughed lightly, and reluctantly and embarrassedly withdrew his hand.

At this time, Xiao Buling raised her face from the small bowl, some hair and beard on its face were stained with milk, coupled with its round black eyes, innocent, ignorant, and funny appearance, inadvertently made the corners of Lu Mingsheng's mouth hook up a fleeting smile.

Lu Mingsheng looked at Bu Ling, Su looked at Lu Mingsheng slightly, and Bu Ling's eyes were misty.

"Bu Ling, come here!"

Little Bu Ling came over obediently, Su Weiwei took a tissue and gently wiped the milk stains on Bu Ling's wet hair, laughing at its innocence and good luck, so soon to get Lu Mingsheng's other eyes.

Bu Ling obediently looked at the master. Those eyes really can't make people angry with them.

Bu Ling, Bu Ling! Cutie!

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