"That's it!" After checking it carefully, Luo Xiaoqian smiled and zipped up the suitcase, and suddenly remembered something again, "Ah, I forgot, there is an umbrella!" ”

Behind him, there was no sound.

"Umbrella!" She said it again.

Still no one reacted.

Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, and Leng Zimo didn't know when she had left.

I remember that I seemed to see it in the cloakroom just now, Luo Xiaoqian got up and walked in, found an umbrella on the shelf, and immediately took it and put it in his box.

Grunt!

The empty stomach screamed uncontrollably.

"Three million, find a servant like me plus a chef and a punching bag, Leng Zimo, you earned it!"

Holding her stomach, she stepped out of the room and went downstairs.

But he saw that he was coming from the direction of the door, and he was carrying a bag with a drum tent in his hand.

In the air, there was a hidden fragrance - it was the smell of rice.

Stimulated by the fragrance, Luo Xiaoqian's stomach protested again.

Leng Zimo glanced at her.

"Let's eat!"

I also know how to help her buy food, well, I have a little conscience.

Luo Xiaoqian came with him, washed his hands, helped him take out the breakfast inside, set it up, and immediately sat down unceremoniously and feasted.

Every time there is a special period, she is always able to eat and loves to be hungry!

"There are two theories about the origin of dance, one is that dance is the way and means of courtship, and that dance originated from the affairs of men and women......"

The porridge in Luo Xiaoqian's mouth almost squirted out.

Please, can he not think about that little thing while eating?

Leng Zimo ignored her expression and continued, "There is another kind that thinks that dance comes from labor, and I agree more with the former, when you dance, it is more like labor, and you look tired and clumsy, that's not right!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.

According to his words, when he dances, it is not like going to bed?

"That's right!" Leng Zimo saw through her thoughts at a glance, "Dancing should be about the body enjoying the music, not being restricted by the music, dancing is the same as music, it is a way to confide, just like if we like someone, we will want to hug her, hate someone, we will want to stay away, the body itself is also a part of the mind......"

Luo Xiaoqian's action of biting the bun stiffened.

He, he's instructing her to dance?

Raising her face, she looked at him suspiciously.

Leng Zimo on the other side had a very serious expression on his face, as if he was discussing academic issues with her.

He's always serious about music!

On the table, the phone rings.

Glancing at the numbers on the screen, Leng Zimo stood up.

"I'm leaving!"

"Don't send it!"

Luo Xiaoqian bit the bun and said.

After saying that, she realized that she had lost her words and hurriedly stood up, "Ahem, I mean you...... Have a nice trip......"

"I'm flying!" Leng Zimo said.

Ah, how did she forget, when you are on a plane, you can't say that you have a smooth journey.

"I'm sorry, but I actually want to say, all the way, all the way...... You wait, I'll help you with your luggage......"

The other party's aura was too strong, she didn't dare to stay, so she found an excuse to go upstairs, carried the suitcase for him, and sent it over with a smiling face.

Lord Yama is finally leaving, and she, a little ghost, can be called the king!

Thinking of this, she only hated to daxiao three times.

Delivering the suitcase to him, she saluted doggedly.

"Walk slowly, Zaijian!"

This dead girl, this is wishing he would disappear immediately, right?

Leng Zimo gritted his teeth secretly, "I changed my mind!"

Luo Xiaoqian's body instantly stiffened.

What does he mean, it can't be that he won't go?!

……

(^_?)? ☆ Throw flattering eyes, classmates with tickets, throw a few tickets to the son, how can you play and leave, ha............