Hearing this, Su Miao turned her head to look at Gu Feng, and continued to walk towards the dining table to put down the things, and said a little absentmindedly: "Hmm." As long as you like to drink. ”

"Hey, Writer Su, do you usually watch live broadcasts?" Suddenly, Gu Feng remembered something and looked at Su Miao, and his eyes glowed.

As soon as these words came out, Su Miao's eyelids jumped, and he hesitated, "I don't look at it." But my friend looks. What's wrong? ”

"It's fine. I just recently watched a lot of female tyrants in Lin Miao's live broadcast room brush gifts, and I was so hungry. I just want to ask what kind of live broadcast room girls like you usually go to, and under what circumstances will they give gifts to male anchors. It's not that life is not easy, and it is versatile. You know. Gu Feng smiled, and his two thick eyebrows were bent.

Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and after placing the jar on the table with her left hand, she blinked her eyes and said, "I think my best friend likes to watch handsome guys, and if you are talented, you can sing." And funny. ”

"yes. Handsome guy. Hiss - the handsome guy Lin Miao can do it, but I can't. It's funny, I can still do it. I've got to figure it out. When Gu Feng heard this, he immediately touched his chin and looked serious and thoughtful.

Su Miao nodded, then turned her head to look at the sofa again.

At this time, Lin Miao was already cross-legged, leaning on the sofa cushion, wearing headphones and lowering his head, as if he was very serious and continued to look at the tablet.

Looks like they're dealing with something.

Never mind.... It's better to wait for him to be angry, and say so on WeChat later

y bar.

**

Shang Qian was flipping through the beauties that appeared in the magazine, and when he saw Lin Miao next to him, he frowned and stared at the screen and poked his neck curiously.

I saw that the screen was lit up on the desktop, and there was no program running.

Staring at the desktop for a long time? Shang Qian's brows also locked, and he shook his head in discomprehension.

Is this a trendy way of leisure? Meditation?

Just thinking about it, I heard Wu Xiang shouting to start the meal.

In an uproar, a group of people quickly stood up from the sofa, but Lin Miao still did not move Mount Tai.

Seeing that Lin Miao didn't react, Shang Qian gently patted Lin Miao's shoulder, "Hey, Lin Miao has eaten." ”

Lin Miao raised his head when he heard the sound, glanced at Shang Qian, ripped off the earphone cable, put the tablet aside and stood up.

The seat is still the same seat, but the difference is that this time Lin Miao sat next to Shang Qian, and Liu Qian took the opportunity to sit next to Su Miao.

"Writer Su, come and eat this." Liu Qian brought the braised pork to Su Miao, and then said, "Let's pick up the soup in front of us and give Su Yi a salute, okay?" This has been boiling soup for us for many days, and we still change patterns every day. ”

When the words fell, Gu Feng wiped his mouth in an instant, and grinned: "That's for sure." That's for sure. I haven't had any gastrointestinal problems recently, and it's all due to the pre-meal soup to warm the stomach and appetize, and I love it. ”

"Let's go then." Wu Xiang also joined in, glanced at Zheng Xiayang and gestured.

Everyone was in harmony, and Su Miao subconsciously glanced at Lin Miao, who was alone with a cold face.

I saw him put down his chopsticks, the corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line, and he picked up the jar in front of him with one hand, like a puppet who was forced to go.

Sure enough, are all the big guys cold-faced supermen?

Su Miao muttered silently in her heart while drinking the soup.

"Then this soup is also respected, and I will wish Writer Su a great sale of his new book for everyone." Liu Qian glanced at everyone, as if he appeared in the workplace, playing officially.

Su Miao laughed awkwardly and nodded. Immediately afterwards, I heard Lin Miao's voice, "I'm full." ”

As soon as this cold voice came out, Su Miao's heart was excited, and she raised her eyes to look at him.

I saw that Lin Miao was also sweeping his eyes towards her, without any emotion in his eyes.

Seeing this look, Su Miao shouted in her heart.

This man is really angry.

Wu Xiang, Zheng Xiayang, and Shang Qian raised their heads and put down their chopsticks at the same time to look at Lin Miao, with a little surprise in their eyes.

"There are so many delicious things today, don't eat any more?" Shang Qian held the bowl in his left hand, tilted his head to look at Lin Miao, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his eyes showed a smile arc.

"Nope. I'm going to play the rankings. Lin Miao gave a look, and walked in the direction of training as he spoke.

Su Miao bit the flesh and looked at Lin Miao's back with some weakness.

"Okay. Then we continue to eat. Seeing that Lin Miao was like this, Shang Qian didn't persuade him anymore, turned his head and glanced at everyone, and continued to eat happily.

Soon, a meal was eaten. Lin Miao was playing a game, so naturally the work of washing dishes fell on someone else's head.

Carrying the jars to the kitchen, Su Miao silently put the jars into the sink one by one, squeezed the detergent and soon bubbles bubbled out in the sink.

Standing next to him was Zheng Xiayang, Su Miao was not very familiar with him, so naturally he did not speak.

Turning off the water valve, Su Miao mixed the bubbles with the muddy water and released them, and as soon as he turned his head sideways, he heard Zheng Xiayang's voice, "How long is Writer Su going to stay here?" ”

Su Miao was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then shook her hand, looked at the things in the pool and turned on the water valve again, and replied, "I still have an activity that hasn't started." After the event is over, make a plan. ”

"That's it." Zheng Xiayang nodded, and skillfully shook the jar in the pool that had been cleaned with clean water.

At the end of the simple two-sentence conversation, Su Miao snorted.

When she went out again, Su Miao subconsciously glanced at Lin Miao, who was still playing games with headphones on her headset.

The distance is a little farther, and when you look at it from this angle, you can only see half of Lin Miao's side face.

**

After packing up the things in the kitchen one by one, Zheng Xiayang also left quickly.

Su Miao looked at the huge living room, leaned against the kitchen door and sighed.

Lowering her head, Su Miao looked at the interface of the WeChat chat box on her phone that the other party had not replied for a long time, and pouted and frowned.

"No, it's not so stingy." Su Miao tilted her neck, a little helpless.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly there was a long-lost doorbell at the door.

The doorbell was connected to the iron gate of the yard, and no one had been ringing it since she moved in.

Su Miao slowly walked over and opened the door with her slippers, only to see that it was the kind courier uncle who was standing outside the yard that day.

However, unlike that day, today he is wearing a plaid T-shirt and a pair of suit pants, holding a thermos glass in his left hand and a bottle of red wine in his right hand.

Su Miao was a little surprised, changed into another pair of slippers to go out, and came to the iron gate, and said with a smile: "Uncle, why are you here?" ”

"When I went back that day, I told my wife that we had moved a little girl down the street, and she said let me bring you a present. We don't have anything at home, so it's better to drink. This wine was picked by my wife, saying that little girls love to drink it. The uncle looked at Su Miao, and then handed over the wine, smiling at the corners of his eyes, and the sockets of his eyes were a little sunken.

"Thank you. Thank you. Su Miao was a little flattered, and took the wine bottle with both hands.

"Alright. The mission is complete, and I have to go back to have a barbecue with my wife. The next time we have a chance, we can go over and eat barbecue together, and the neighbors in the neighborhood often gather with us. My name is Wang Pengzhi, just call me Lao Wang. The uncle touched his hair, smiled kindly, and after speaking, pointed in the direction of his house, and said, "Follow this road, No. 507." ”

"Okay, okay. Thank you, Uncle Wang. Thank you Auntie for me. Su Miao glanced in that direction, her eyes curled.

After speaking, the uncle immediately turned sideways and walked slowly in the direction of his house, humming a song.