Hearing Lin Miao's reply, Shang Qian's eyes flashed slightly, he held the mouse in his right hand and shook it, exited the game logo on the screen, raised his eyebrows and raised his voice and turned his head to look at Wu Xiang, "Coach." Do you want to ask Su what writer likes to eat first? ”

Wu Xiang raised his head when he heard the voice, put his left hand on the table and was about to make a sound, when he saw Lin Miao stand up suddenly.

"I'll go." I only heard him look at him indifferently, and spit out two words from his mouth.

"You're done with the ranking?" Shang Qian, who succeeded in the experiment, unexpectedly turned his head back when he heard this voice, looked up at Lin Miao, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"It's over." Lin Miao pulled the chair away, put the mobile phone into his trouser pocket with his left hand and put it in his trouser pocket with his right hand.

Seeing this, Gu Feng on the side turned his head to look at his teammates who were parking on the opposite side of the highland Crazy Point Tower, and his eyes widened as he hung up.

Sure enough, don't the masters even care so much about the final honor critical moment?

Touching his chin, Gu Feng shook his head, until he saw the sign of victory lit up on the screen and breathed a sigh of relief for Lin Miao.

At this time, when he looked up again, Lin Miao had already arrived at the door.

"That's not right.... Doesn't Brother Miao have the WeChat of Su writers? Why did you go there in person? And... Isn't it time for dinner? Suddenly, Liu Qian seemed to think of something, raised his head and asked in a puzzled whisper.

Hearing this, Qi Shen on the side glanced at Liu Qian, and the corners of his mouth made a sound.

**

At this time, Su Miao was silently signing in the living room of the lobby.

She looked at her intricate signature design, and she had complained about it almost a thousand times in her heart.

Why did you find someone to design such a difficult signature in the first place?

On the left hand side of the desktop is a signed book, while on the right hand side is a brand new book that has not yet been opened and turned pages.

Su Miao, who had already signed fifty books, was already a little tired from writing in her right hand, and was continuing to pick up the remaining books and put them on the table, when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Su Miao frowned, held the table with her left hand and stood up.

"Me." Lin Miao's cold voice came.

Hearing that it was Lin Miao, Su Miao quickly came to her senses, put down the pen and combed her messy hair with both hands.

Throwing slippers to the door and slowly opening the door, I saw Lin Miao slowly look at her, and then opened the memo on the mobile phone and put it in front of her eyes.

Su Miao was stunned by this move, and her brows furrowed in confusion. After his eyes focused on the mobile phone screen in front of him, Su Miao looked at the names of various vegetables and meats on it for a few seconds, a little overwhelmed.

A few seconds later, Lin Miao's voice came slowly, with a tone that was a bit of the analysis of the required questions that the high school teacher had asked him to do the papers, "Pick the ingredients inside, keep what you like, and delete what you don't like." ”

Su Miao took the phone and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Ingredients prepared in the evening. They asked me to come over and ask. I'm afraid you won't be able to turn your head, so I wrote a few random ingredients when I first walked over. If you see something missing, add it yourself. Lin Miao raised his chin, his eyes drooped, his long eyelashes turned up, and his tone was indifferent.

I have to say that this looks very much like the male protagonist in an idol drama who looks like he is dragging his nostrils to look at people.

However, how could Su Miao mind???

After all, she touched the child's abs last night!

The brain is spinning fast, and the tiredness of signing just now is wiped out with last night's "memory image".

Between the gradual obscene expressions, Su Miao maintained the restraint she should have in a beautiful woman - trying not to let her lips rise.

Lowering his head, he fiddled with Lin Miao's memo very seriously, and raised his head in just a minute after deleting it.

"Alright." Su Miao's face was extremely calm, with a ladylike smile on the corner of her mouth, and then handed over the phone.

Lin Miao took the phone, and then looked Su Miao's face up and down, squinting slightly and tilting his head as if he was observing something.

In an instant, Su Miao's heart jumped up and down, and her heart had already begun to simulate the classic clips of a mosaic movie mixed with domestic Korean idol dramas that Luo Xiao was watching.

"Lin Miao.... Last night's incident.." Su Miao took a deep breath and was about to say the classic line - I will definitely be responsible.

But I only heard that the man in front of him had a pale face, vaguely serious, "Do you have eye in the corners of your eyes?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Su Miao's body stiffened.

"There is.... Yes... Is it? With an embarrassed smile, Su Miao slowly raised her left hand and touched her eyes. As soon as I got my hands on it, I touched something that was slightly hard...

"Yes. There are also on the right. Lin Miao nodded expressionlessly, raised his left hand and pointed at Su Miao's left eye.

If you talk about grading embarrassment, then Su Miao must be scratching the floor with ten toes at the moment to the extent of embarrassingly picking out a Disney castle.

"Hah...."Su Miao didn't know what to say, she just raised her hands and rubbed her eyes, rubbed the thing off and bounced it in an unknown direction.

Breathing was disordered, Su Miao's back began to sweat, and her face began to blush slightly.

At this moment, Su Miao was obediently standing in front of Lin Miao like a quail, which made Lin Miao feel inexplicable again.... Satisfy.

At the same time as this wonderful feeling soared, Lin Miao's face gradually turned red.

In the sun, the two stood opposite each other with big eyes and stared at each other, and their faces were as red as two boiled shrimp.

"Lin Miao! Eat——! At this moment, the door on one side was opened, and Shang Qian poked his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

In an instant, Lin Miao subconsciously raised his head and looked away, while Su Miao also blinked and looked back and forth.

"It's time to eat. Let's go. Immediately, Su Miao was about to retreat, when he heard Lin Miao's voice.

"I won't eat it. I still have work to do. Su Miao glanced back at the remaining books on the ground and refused.

Hearing this, Lin Miao paused slightly, leaned his neck and glanced in, and quickly turned around and left with a hum.

When the confrontation ended, Su Miao immediately closed the door.

Licking his lower lip, his face flushed and his slippers were scattered, "This is too embarrassing...."

**

Back at base, just sat down.

Shang Qian took the chopsticks and put the meat in the bowl, then looked at Lin Miao and asked, "Why didn't Writer Su come over to eat together?" ”

"Something at work. I looked at the books in the living room, probably signing. Lin Miao pursed the corners of her lips, brought the food to her lips, raised her eyes and replied lightly.

"Tsk. He deserves to be a great writer. Shang Qian nodded when he heard this, his tone was envious, and then he asked, "Then you asked what Writer Su likes to eat?" ”

“.... Asked. She wrote a memo and sent it to me. Lin Miao paused slightly when he heard this, and picked up the soup spoon on his right hand.

"Oh~ so. Su is really careful, so I won't trouble you to remember to repeat it again. Shang Qian nodded and praised.

Hearing this, Lin Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly, put the bowl to his mouth, and let out a soft snort.