"Woo-" Qiao Yunxue couldn't say a word.

He must have arrived at the spring festival today, and he actually spoke like this. He must have been withered by a swallow or a woman, so he would have hair on his mouth.

Back in the living room, the high-level body art picture was still dangling in her mind, and Qiao Yunxue had forgotten what she was going to do. Well, who called her grew up in Oil Painting Street, and was artistically rendered from childhood to adulthood. Since birth, he has an extraordinary understanding of art, and he will taste many beautiful things when he sees them......

In the morning, the living room did not turn on the air conditioner, and she felt bored, so she opened all the sliding doors in the living room and enjoyed the baptism of the morning breeze. Unconsciously learned from Rong Qian to turn on the TV, and did not change the channel, just stupidly watching Rong Qian's fixed central economic channel every day.

Rong Qian changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, listening to the sound from the kitchen. He rubbed his face vigorously, combed his hair, sprayed some cologne, and walked gracefully to the living room.

Rong Qian stopped. The blushing woman in front of her watched TV thoughtfully. Sitting up straight, his eyes unblinking, obviously absent-minded.

The corners of her lips are slightly hooked - she is reminiscing about high-end body art? Or are you still mad at him?

However, it's time for them to get acquainted with each other's bodies......

Rong Qian walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, there were noodles for three people. It's just thickened.

Carefully pinching the bowl, Rong Qian tried not to let the bowl slip out of his palm again. However, it was still not as he wished, his hand shook, the noodles were sprinkled with his fingers, and the bowl slipped again.

With a "bang", it shattered into pieces.

In less than a minute, a notebook appeared in front of him, and Qiao Yunxue's bright eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Mr. Rong, this is the fifth bowl you broke this month." This month, you have been deducted 18 dollars. Mr. Yung, in order to reduce the cost of the loser, please be careful next time-"

Rong Qian was slightly surprised: "I'll buy a stainless steel bowl next time." It won't break again. ”

"Gah-" Qiao Yunxue choked on her saliva. It turns out that there are policies and countermeasures everywhere. A thirty-two-year-old man buys a stainless steel bowl to prevent falls, it's really good!

With a slight twitch in her face, Qiao Yunxue suggested pertinently: "Mr. Rong should buy it now." This will save you two more bowls and save them for me. ”

"Reasonable." Rong Qian remained silent.

Qiao Yunxue seems to have to train him to be a man who can go down to the kitchen. Although, now this kitchen is limited to washing dishes and serving rice.

Pack up. The noodles were on the table, Rong Qian sat down, and looked at the TV: "The central government has begun to regulate the property market?" Yun Xue is interested in this? ”

Qiao Yunxue's hand shook and calmly changed the channel: "Am I not changing the channel?" ”

According to the controller, it was so coincidental when he changed the channel, and once again saw Luo Shaofan appear on the city channel, and Su Qinglan was beside him, standing on tiptoe, holding Luo Shaofan's arm with both hands.

Su Qinglan smiled so happily! But Su Qinglan's happiness is strange!

Because Luo Shaofan didn't have any joy on his face. Where can a happy wife come without a happy husband?

Pouting, Qiao Yunxue was infinitely touched: "In this era, married life is all kinds of bizarre!" ”

"Is Yun Xue talking about the two of us?" Rong Qian was almost halfway through his noodles, and he stopped idly at this moment, staring at her.

"Ga-" Qiao Yunxue returned to the world from the art world and glared at him - he actually ate noodles alone. This noodle is obviously ordered by her, is it?

Qiao Yunxue lowered her head and ate the noodles violently: "Mr. Rong, I'll help my mother look at the store for two days." Come back tomorrow night. ”

Want to escape?

Rong Qian's long eyes flashed - this is a good phenomenon.

"You can go on a date with the swallows." She said.

Rong Qian was stunned.

Qiao Yunxue had already hurried back to the room to get her handbag and rushed out the door. "My nose—" Her cries of pain came from the doorway.

Qiao Yunxue stared at a large pile in front of her - when did so many young people come to the door, still holding a camera?

The little brother standing at the front smiled flatteringly: "Miss Qiao, you are a sunny person with Rong Qian, right?" We made a special visit. We especially want to know Lu Dao, is Miss Qiao obsessed with Mr. Yung's silver, or body? ”