Xiao Qing in the room heard a knock on the door and didn't want to move at all. Then the sound of his departing footsteps was heard, and soon a scent came through the crack under the door. Xiao Qing's exquisite nose fluttered slightly, it was so fragrant!

After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but get up and open the door, only to see a bowl of noodles on the ground. Xiao Qing didn't hesitate to put the noodles up, and there was a note pressed at the bottom of the bowl? Xiao Qing frowned slightly, got up and closed the door with only the noodles, and glanced at the note again when she turned around.

The noodles are covered with sliced tomatoes, an egg bun, a few thin slices of meat, a few oil flowers in the soup, and two or three green onions dotted in between. I picked up the noodles with chopsticks and tasted them, and they were delicious. Xiao Qing ate with peace of mind, and after ten minutes, the bowl was empty, and there was no soup left.

Why is a simple bowl of noodles so delicious? I can't tell that bastard has a good cook. His new job must be a cook, right?

After eating enough, her mind was active again, and Xiao Qing quickly remembered the note again. The woman's curiosity was heavy, and after a few minutes, the door opened and closed, and the note on the floor was gone.

Xiao Qing opened the note, and a line of beautiful handwriting came into view, this word actually came from the hand of that bastard?

"I'm sorry I accidentally kissed you. It's a pity that you didn't give me a chance to savor it. Although it was only a short three seconds, it was the most thrilling three seconds of my life, and this first kiss is worth a lifetime of me slowly recalling. ”

Damn! Xiao Qing crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash, but two red clouds quickly flew up on her face, which was very beautiful.

Only by messing up a woman's heart and making her overwhelmed, can you have a chance to make her emotional for you.

One beautiful morning, a bowl of red date porridge was placed at the door of Xiao Qing's room, and the empty bowl from last night was taken to the kitchen to be washed and folded, and Zao Wou-Ki came to the rooftop.

Looking at the rising sun, Zao Wou-Ki took a few deep breaths, punched and kicked a few times, and then paced towards the bamboo forest in Hua Gu.

He stood still next to a bamboo, flipped his left hand, and the dagger appeared. The cold light flashed, and the bamboo fell forward. Zao Wou-Ki strode forward, scrambling the fallen bamboo on his shoulders before he hit the ground.

The cold light flickered and flickered, the bamboo leaves fell one after another, and the long bamboo was quickly cut into knots by Zao Wou-ki. I chose a few good bamboo knots, and the other bamboo knots were piled aside by Zao Wou-ki, so I didn't need so much, and the rest could be used to make bamboo tube rice in the future.

Confess to her, show your tenderness and sweetness, and capture her heart. There are no more than two kinds of confession, one is verbal and the other is through letters and other media.

If you are good at words, then pile up the sweet words you can think of, talk wildly, coax her to be confused, if you can move her to tears, it is equivalent to opening the city gate, victory is in sight. If you can kiss her while she is in tears, well, I won't run away.

If you are not good at words, then use words, such as writing love letters, which are very old-fashioned but very effective, of course, you have to have a certain literary style. Compared with the directness of words, love letters need to be delivered, and the person or means of delivering the love letter is very important.

As long as the love letter is successfully delivered to the woman, there will be ninety-nine out of a hundred women who will open it with a complex psychology of apprehension and excitement and curiosity, and of course there will be such a puzzled one, she will tear the love letter to pieces without reading it, this, it seems that it can only depend on luck.

Xiao Qing is reluctant to deal with herself now, and the verbal confession is not to think about it, so Zao Wou-Ki plans to write a love letter, the first love letter in his life. Zao Wou-Ki wanted to be different, so he decided to make bamboo slips and engrave love letters on them.

It took Zao Wou-Ki more than an hour to make a roll of bamboo slips and an hour to carve a love letter.

After reading the carved handwriting two or three times and waiting for the pen and ink to dry, he put away the bamboo slips with satisfaction.

Zao Wou-Ki prepared a sumptuous lunch, showing his cooking skills to the fullest. Delivering a love letter couldn't be easier for Zao Wou-Ki, putting the meal at Xiao Qing's door, a roll of bamboo slips in the middle of a few bowls of dishes, and then Zao Wou-Ki went out.

Not long after Zao Wou-Ki went out, the door to Xiao Qing's room opened. Looking at the dishes on the ground, Xiao Qing couldn't help but smile. Not bad, not bad. What is that? The bamboo slip was heavy and weighty, Xiao Qing couldn't help but be curious, and slowly opened it......

Thin gold body, thin handwriting, but also elegant, running Teton, folded or hidden or exposed, I have to say that his words can indeed enter the room. It's a pity that the engraving is not in traditional Chinese, otherwise he will definitely like it if he gives it to his father.

Xiao Qing first commented on his handwriting in his heart, and then recited it lightly in his heart. "Before I met you, I didn't know how long it takes to fall in love with someone, but after I met you, I knew that sometimes it only takes a second to fall in love with someone; before I fell in love with you, I didn't know how long I could love someone, and after I fell in love with you, I knew that sometimes it is not enough to love someone for a lifetime. I think that if there is really reincarnation, then I will definitely love you in this life and this life, even if there is no reincarnation, then I will definitely love you in this life and this life!

- Zhao Wuji Xiao Qing

Xiao Qing was at a loss at first, and after reading it, she couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, what kind of thing is this? He actually carved a love letter on a bamboo slip? Or did he engrave a love letter to himself? Hmm! Why does he feel that his face is so hot? Damn Zao Wou-ki, it makes people panic, see if I don't kill you!

The food can't be wasted, Xiao Qing vented her hatred on the food, although the speed of eating is still unhurried, but chewing the food is much harder than before.

After eating, Xiao Qing put a note on the coffee table in the living room, and then went out with the bamboo slips. After a while, Zao Wou-Ki, who had been wandering around for a while, came back, and estimated that it was time for her to finish her meal, and it was time to put away the dishes.

As soon as Zao Wou-Ki entered the room, he saw the note pressed on the coffee table, and it seemed that she had responded, did she accept or refuse......? Approaching the coffee table step by step, I was careful that my liver actually jumped up without fighting.

Zao Wou-Ki steady, you must be steady, this is just the first step in the long road of your life, don't be nervous!

After admonishing himself in his heart, Zao Wou-Ki picked up the note. Her handwriting is very delicate, and there are only seven words on the note, which is concise and clear, "I'll wait for you on the rooftop!"

Holding the note tightly, not caring about anything else, Zao Wou-Ki turned around and ran to the rooftop. Along the way, the nervous excitement in his heart began to run quickly, but as the stairs became fewer and fewer, Zao Wou-Ki couldn't help but slow down.

When he arrived, Zao Wou-Ki took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the rooftop, but the moment he raised his feet and stepped into the rooftop, Zao Wou-Ki was a little dazed.

Is that a brazier? I saw Xiao Qing in front of the bamboo forest squatting on the ground to roast the fire, this hot day is inevitably too weird.

Xiao Qing looked up at Zao Wou-Ki who was a few steps away, smiled and then asked softly, "Are you here?" "Uh-huh!" Zao Wou-Ki was stunned for a moment, and then nodded stupidly. "Do you know what my wish is?" Xiao Qing asked again. Zao Wou-Ki shook his head.

Xiao Qing picked up the bamboo slip and held it on top of the brazier, and then let go of her hand, and the bamboo slip fell into the brazier. The movements are clean and clean, without dragging the mud and water.

The moment the bamboo slip fell, Zao Wou-Ki's heart sank suddenly, like a drowning person, unable to breathe. She actually burned love letters! I have seen all kinds of miserable rejections, but when this drama fell on her head, Zao Wou-Ki found that she couldn't bear it like ordinary people!

Shit's Flower Pie Pickle Girl Cheats, it turns out that among the ninety-nine women who open the love letter to read, there will be such a woman, who will burn the love letter you wrote to her in front of you.

has always been cautious and step-by-step, and has always had the upper hand in the battle with the little fox, but now this counterattack directed by her has knocked her heart to pieces.

Defeated, defeated. Lost, completely. Which one is emotionally early, which one dies early! The ancients did not deceive me!

The brazier became even more vigorous, and after a while, the bamboo slips were burned to ashes, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, which dissipated between heaven and earth.

Xiao Qing flicked the cigarette ash falling on her shoulder with her fingers, and then said slowly: "Zao Wou-ki, I tell you, my wish is to burn you to ashes like it!" Zhao Wouji's figure couldn't help shaking, it turned out that she hated herself so deeply.

Xiao Qing left the rooftop, and when she passed by, she glanced at Zao Wou-Ki out of the corner of her eye, who was like a stone pillar, standing still and speechless.

After a long time, Zao Wou-Ki finally moved slowly, walked to the brazier and squatted down, shook the ashes with a dagger, and saw some red charcoals. It can't be wasted, and it seems good to use it to grill bamboo rice.

Zao Wou-Ki left the rooftop and returned to the rooftop, fiddling with it for a while, and the brazier was lit again. After more than ten minutes, the aroma of bamboo rice wafted up.

Zao Wou-Ki squatted not far from the brazier, silently eating bamboo rice with chopsticks. Whether it's love or hate, at least she has entered her heart. On the line between love and hate, there are many people who hate because of love, and the same reason can prove that love can also be born because of hate? But it seems to be difficult.

The fox's nose is indeed very sensitive, and Xiao Qing goes and returns. Seeing that there was still a bamboo tube roasting on the brazier, exuding bursts of fragrance, Xiao Qing muttered in a low voice, "You know each other." He took the bamboo rice and floated away.

Zao Wou-Ki looked at her distant back, and the resentment in his heart, can I say that I actually baked it for myself......?