As a peerless pair of handsomes who have been in Suzhou for many years, if Di Jianbai and Wang Zhiming have any common hobbies, in addition to swordsmanship, what they can do is to cook instant noodles. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It is not surprising that in the cruel living environment, the two secondary two teenagers have been focusing on cooking instant noodles for many years, and finally survived like weeds on the side of the road with all kinds of instant fabrics.

What do you say isn't strange about this.,It's just that the hobby should be Lori? Ahem, everyone who knew the secret later died.

Wang Zhiming got up early in the morning as usual, cooked instant noodles for the two, and added junk food such as ham, barbecue, and mushrooms, until he came out of the pot with great interest, only to find that Shi Yue had not moved at all.

If Di Jianbai had pounced on him like a hungry wolf, Wang Zhiming was a little angry, this bastard junior sister didn't know the deliciousness of the instant noodles he cooked.

"What is Shi Yue doing? Come out and eat for me. Wang Zhiming went upstairs violently, went straight to Shi Yue's room, and pushed his palm towards the door.

However, his hand was still more than ten centimeters away from the door, so Wang Zhiming was instigated and didn't dare to push it.

Because you can't imagine what you will see when you open the door of the little sister's room.

Wang Zhiming was in a dilemma at the door, in case he happened to run into the little junior sister changing clothes as soon as he pushed in, and the small hood covered the pants and pants were flying all over the sky, my God! Seeing such benefits, you will definitely be beaten to death.

Forget it, Wang Zhiming thinks it's better to retreat, in case this happens, the boat of friendship will really capsize.

After taking two steps back, Wang Zhiming suddenly thought that it seemed that the room was not soundproof, and he shouted two more times, and this situation probably would not happen. Presumably, no matter how mad the little sister is, she still has the shyness of a girl, right?

Well, that's it, Wang Zhiming shouted through the door: "What is Shi Yue doing, haven't you gotten up yet?" I'm going in! ”

No one answered.

Wang Zhiming was helpless and shouted two more sentences.

Silently.

Wang Zhiming was depressed, and reached out to grab the doorknob.

Wrong!

Dangerous!

Wang Zhiming's hair suddenly stood on end, there must be fraud in it!

Wang Zhiming couldn't help but think secretly, nine times out of ten, the little junior sister has laid out the game, just waiting for me to throw myself into the net!

What kind of routine will it be this time, splashing water? Spitfire? Or slab bricks? It can't be a seduction, right? Quite possibly, what if the little sister likes me?

Once inside, the little devil hooked his fingers and licked his lips on the bed, or simply deliberately leaked white and tender legs from the quilt, cocking his seductive little feet or something......

can't think about it, Wang Zhiming covered his face.

If you can't help it, nosebleeds or animal hair, how can you get along with your brothers and sisters in the future, the consequences are unimaginable.

Forget it, your senior brother already has someone he likes, and this sugar-coated cannonball is not afraid of 10,000, just in case, so I still don't try it.

Back at the restaurant, Wang Zhiming wiped out his instant noodles. But waiting left and right, I didn't see the eccentric little sister running down.

Nothing will happen, right?

Wang Zhiming was a little restless, could it be that the little junior sister was in trouble with her cultivation last night? You won't be evil, and you'll be completely mad.

How is it possible, Wang Zhiming himself despised his own cranky thoughts.

Is it a few days a month that girls have? I couldn't get out of bed in pain, so I rolled myself into the quilt, my head was sweating, and I let out a painful and weak moan......

The more Wang Zhiming thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

Girls are so pitiful.

Alas, there is no way, who called me a senior brother, Wang Zhiming stood up weakly, and went to make a glass of sugar water.

Coming to the door like a walking corpse, Wang Zhiming held a small bowl in one hand and shouted in: "Shi Yue, I'm going in!"

Still no response.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Zhiming pressed the doorknob and pushed the door in.

The newborn morning sun shines in a warm light, the neat mattresses shine brightly, and the various furnishings remain unchanged.

Eh, what about people?

Wang Zhiming walked in quickly, put the bowl in his hand on the small cabinet by the door, and immediately looked around.

There were no audio tapes and no small notes.

Bang! Wang Zhiming opened the wardrobe on the side, but there was still no one.

The little junior sister is gone!

This little bastard won't run away from home without saying a word!

Wang Zhiming felt that his legs were about to be weak, this little girl's eccentric anti-reconnaissance awareness was so strong that it was outrageous, and the great elder was worried about his black hair before he found it, can his little tracking method catch her back?

I lost my little sister, what face do I have to see countless ancestors and ancestors.

Although the ancestors and ancestors may be more happy, how to explain to the uncles and aunts.

Shi Yue, come back soon!

Wang Zhiming was sad in his heart, and sure enough, he had to wait until he lost it to know how to cherish it.