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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

The smell of burning in his nostrils made Wang Yue quicken his pace, and hurriedly walked into the white, elegantly decorated hall, which was so imposing and spotless that there was an inappropriate smell of burning.

Wang Yue wanted to shout a few words, but he didn't know what to shout, it was a little impolite to shout Murong for affection, and it was a little awkward to shout for Murong, and it was a little inappropriate to shout affection because he was younger than her.

In the end, it was the sudden appearance of Murong who made Wang Yue come over from the state of being entangled in what to shout.

Wang Yue looked at the style and walked over, and the graceful Murong fell in love, she changed out of the fashionable and sexy outfit and put on a comfortable white home dress.

Murong is a natural clothes rack, which allows her to control any type of clothes, and her varied temperament allows her to wear any clothes with extra charm.

The enchanting and cold in the morning, and now the gentleness is like water, Murong is always able to refresh the worldview of the eyeballs.

Wang Yue frowned fiercely, and as Murong walked in more and more, the burnt smell became more and more intense, and he directly caught a glimpse of the black thing in Murong Dumping's hand, and he knew the source of the burnt smell.

Murong affectionately put the plate of black food on the white table, and some girls said to Wang Yue proudly: "Taste it!" ”

Wang Yue nodded stiffly, approaching the plate of black things, the burnt taste was a little pungent, and the chopsticks between his fingers were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't put down the chopsticks for a long time.

"Taste it!" Wearing a floral apron, Murong was like a virtuous young woman and said to Wang Yue affectionately.

Murong remembered with affection that the last time Wang Yue went to Han Jinhe's house as a guest, Han Jinhe personally cooked to entertain Wang Yue, and on a whim, she cooked a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Wang Yue tugged at the corners of his stiff mouth, he had been staring at the black food in front of him for five minutes, but she didn't recognize what it was, the black appearance, the pungent burnt smell, you won't die if you eat this thing, right?

Looking at the sparkling starlight in Murong's beautiful eyes, Wang Yue couldn't brush her heart, stiffened his head, took a chopstick into his mouth, and chewed tentatively slightly.

Murong dragged the delicate and playful with his two beautiful hands, and asked expectantly, "How is it?" ”

Wang Yue frowned, and with a lot of force, he swallowed it directly, forcibly endured the strange taste in his mouth, and said curtly: "It's okay, it's not bad." ”

As if greatly encouraged, Murong poured affection and asked, "How is it better than Han Jinhe?" ”

Because Murong remembered with affection that the last time Wang Yue went to Han Jinhe's house as a guest, Han Jinhe had personally cooked to entertain Wang Yue, and on a whim, she cooked a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs.

From childhood to adulthood, she has to compare with Han Jinhe in everything, and naturally she is also a medicine competition in cooking, and Wang Yue, who has eaten the food of the two, is the best evaluator.

Wang Yue has the urge to cry, isn't this bullying, there is no comparison at all, right?

In terms of appearance, Han Jinhe and Murong have their own merits, and they are both great beauties who are one in ten thousand, and it is difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

In terms of cooking skills, it is a great comforting word to say that Han Jinhe dumped Murong and poured out 108,000 miles.

"Poor, almost, it's all good."

Wang Yue always praised Han Jinhe in front of Murong affectionately, and he didn't wait to say that the food he cooked was too far behind, so he could only say it so vaguely, hoping to get through the confusion and end the topic as soon as possible.

Murong Tian, who has a changeable personality, thought that she was a little girl who was coquettish with her boyfriend at this moment, and said sweetly: "I thought it was a bad job, in this case, don't waste it, don't leave it at all." ”

Wang Yue's pupils couldn't be rounder, eating a piece is fighting for his life, and eating a plate will not directly kill him.

When Wang Yue gritted his teeth and put down the chopsticks, Murong sneered, and the momentary style made him intoxicated for a long time.

Murong dragged his cheeks with his beautiful hand, squinted at Wang Yue, and said: "I finally know why a man's sweet words are a fatal poison for women, although I know that it is a lie, but it is really comfortable to listen to, remember to continue to coax me like this next time." ”

Wang Yue handed Murong a big hygienic eye, the female devil, the absolute female devil, let him eat it knowing that it was not delicious, but he was angry and pretended to be very innocent and innocent, which made people can't bear to expose the truth that the food is unpalatable.

Murong asked softly, "How did you guess that my family lives here?" ”

Seeing Murong pouring out his love and making a curious baby's appearance, Wang Yue couldn't help but roll his eyes, and then said: "The British tie, the keychain with the plaid pattern, and the blue label on the back collar of the shirt, the three are in one, the streets of England." ”

Murong asked curiously, "These three seem to be unrelated?" ”

"The smile on your face when your fingers touch the blue tags on the back collar of your tie and shirt and when you throw me the keys is different."

For this demonic woman who knew the answer but had to learn the answer from his mouth, Wang Yue was really helpless, so he could only let her know all the guessing process.

Murong looked like he broke the casserole and asked to the end, and then asked, "Then how do you know that my home is in the east of the city?" ”

Wang Yue took a sip of water, diluted the strange taste in his mouth, and said: "When you threw me the key, it was different from the direction I stood when I left, you stood on my southeast side, east in front, south in the back, take the first, abandon the latter, the east of the city."

"Awesome, reward you." Murong couldn't help but stuff something into Wang Yue's mouth.

When Wang Yue subconsciously chewed, his face was dark, because Murong poured out his affection and stuffed him with a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs that were completely pasted, which is a reward, this is the most cruel punishment.

Wang Yue hurriedly spit it out and poured a mouthful of water, he was never picky about food from a poor family, but he really couldn't swallow the food that Murong poured out.

Murong's affectionate cold appearance and her cooking skills are simply inversely proportional to the world apart.

Murong looked at Wang Yuemeng's move of drinking water and rinsing his mouth, and couldn't help but say angrily: "It's really ungraceful, and the follow-up rewards will all be canceled." ”

If the follow-up rewards were all this black food, Wang Yue wished that Murong would cancel them all.

Murong affectionately played with a strand of hair with his Qianqian jade fingers, sometimes turning his fingers in circles, sometimes gently stroking them with his fingers, and asked softly: "How do you solve Jiang Zhishui's problem?" ”

Hearing that Murong finally got to the point, Wang Yue's face was slightly serious, and he said solemnly and affirmatively: "Either I die, or he dies, and he will not die!" ”