Shen Lang's left hand was on Song Yuan's shoulder, and his right hand was on Shen Yuan's shoulder, and he had a feeling of ascending the throne.

It's just that this is a pain for classmate Song, Shen Lang is like a behemoth in front of her, especially since he deliberately tilted his weight towards Song.

Finally helped Shen Lang sit down, and Song only let out a long breath.

Shen Lang had a pale face on his head, and he looked like a king on top.

For a while, let Song only take slippers, and then let Song only pour warm water, and the poor, helpless Song only classmate, was so busy that it was impossible to get along.

She almost wanted to go crazy, but looking at Shen Lang's frightening pale face, she still endured it: "Huh! Black coffee is unsweetened. ”

The corners of Shen Lang's mouth were smiling, and when his long fingers just touched the coffee cup, his eyebrows frowned: "The temperature is not right." ”

Song only threw the coffee cup on the coffee table, and said resentfully: "This is coffee and not tea, why is there so much exquisiteness?!" ”

"Huh!" Shen Lang sneered and said with a little displeasure: "You made me like this, are you still reasonable?" ”

He pointed to the coffee cup, arrogant and rude: "Theoretically, during the whole brewing and extraction process, the temperature of the hot water in contact with the coffee powder should be kept at 80 to 90 degrees Celsius, which is called the optimal extraction water temperature, and when the water reaches the boiling point to brew the coffee, it will make the coffee have a bitter taste and destroy the taste of the coffee." ”

Song was only completely shocked, this thing is so particular about drinking coffee, and whether the length, width, and thickness of the toilet paper also need to be accurately measured.

She pouted at Shen Lang: "Do you like to drink or not?" ”

"You ......"

Song only turned around and walked into his room.

Shen Lang was full of anger, pointed to Song Zhi's room, and looked at Shen Yuan: "What kind of attitude do you think she has!?" ”

Shen Yuan couldn't help laughing: "Brother, now someone can cure you." ”

Shen Lang raised his hand to fight, but he jumped out of the way: "Brother, are you sure you want to stay tonight?" ”

"Of course!" Shen Lang hooked his lips, he had to take a good look at Song Zhuo tonight, and he definitely couldn't let her leave his sight, he snuggled his chin towards the door: "Okay, there's nothing for you here, you can go." ”

Shen Yuan patted his brother's shoulder heavily, shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Brother, you better do it lightly." ”

Shen Lang kicked him in the ass: "Hurry up and get out!" ”

Leaning on the sofa, Shen Lang stretched out with satisfaction, he turned on the TV and watched the financial news, if at this time, someone could beat his legs......

The corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a sly smile: "Song only." ”

Song only ran out in a gloomy manner: "What do you command?" ”

Shen Lang glanced at his long legs: "My legs are sore." ”

Song didn't understand what Shen Lang meant at all, looked at Shen Lang's legs, looked at his eyes, tilted his head and blinked, and looked cute like a white and chubby rabbit.

Shen Lang glanced at his legs again.

Song only repeated the above actions one more time.

"Give me a hammer leg." Shen Lang closed his eyes helplessly, how blind he is to see this goods, no wonder he is so bad in the workplace.

Song was only more surprised, she was not a masseuse, and she was not a servant of his family, why did she give him a massage: "Don't!" ”

Shen Lang couldn't help but be stunned when he heard her answer, this woman is too unreasonable, no matter what else, he is also her landlord, and he is the kind who doesn't need her to pay rent, and it is good for her to please herself.

He gently kicked Song Zhi's leg with the instep of his foot, raised his neck and ordered: "Hurry up, if it weren't for your porridge, I wouldn't have fallen into this fate." ”

Song was speechless, this guy really took the handle and used it vigorously.

She sat down and punched Shen Lang on the thigh.

Her little energy is really not enough for Mr. Shen to see, otherwise, so many years of fitness will not be in vain.

Shen Lang's eyes were bent into the shape of a string moon, and he looked at Song Zhizhi with a satisfied smile.

The poor and sad Song is only, and his little face is so angry that he looks like a bun that has just come out of the cage.

"Hmm." Shen Lang closed his eyes and groaned comfortably: "The other leg." ”

Song only became even more angry, gritting his teeth and hating to bite the man's Jinhua ham.

Beat you to death! Beat you to death! Beat you to death......

She dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, who let herself make that pot of "porridge".

Compared with Song Zhi's sad urging, Uncle Shen was so happy that he didn't want it, and he thought carefully about whether he should continue this kind of life.

"Alright."

Hearing these two words, Song only breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been amnestied.

But before she could breathe out, she heard Shen Lang's words again: "My shoulder is a little uncomfortable, I don't need you to beat my legs, pinch my shoulder." ”

Song only felt that she was not far from going violently, she clenched her hands into fists, gestured twice at Mr. Shen who was recuperating with her eyes closed, and then did as he said.

I pinch! I pinch! I'll pinch you to death!

Her hand moved inch by inch towards Shen Lang's neck, wishing she could strangle him at once.

Shen Lang seemed to be aware of Song Zhizhi's "attempt", grabbed her and just moved the hand on his neck and put it back on his shoulder: "Pinch it well, don't play tricks." ”

Song only drooped his head and pinched it for half an hour.

"Comfortable."

Shen Lang gave a very high evaluation to Song masseur.

Song Zhi's face turned blue and purple, and he glanced at him viciously: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

Walk?! Hum! You want to be beautiful.

Shen Lang hooked the corners of his mouth, and there was a little more cunning between his eyebrows.

How could the poor white chubby rabbit escape the clutches of the cunning fox.

"I'm hungry."

Enough was enough, she really was enough.

Song only put her puffing little face in front of Shen Lang: "I warn you, don't go too far!" ”

Mr. Shen looked indifferent, looking into her eyes with a smile.

Her eyes were so beautiful, big and round, and her eyelashes were long and curled.

Shen Lang couldn't help but see his god, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned into an idiot......

Suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest in the next second.

It felt exactly the same as when he transformed.

Shen Lang's eyes widened suddenly, and he pushed Song Ji away, and hurriedly rushed into the room and locked the door.

His face was slightly red, his eyebrows were deep, his hands folded and pressed his heart, and he gasped for air.

After a long time, this feeling still did not ease, he raised his eyes and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, it was only a quarter past four now, could it be that the transformation was going to be advanced!?

Bumper ...... Bumper ......

His heart was beating faster and faster, his face was getting redder and redder, Shen Lang rushed to the window, pulled the curtains hard, he felt that he was about to lose his breath, his hands covered his chest, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Shen Lang, what's wrong with you?" Song only knocked on the door and asked with concern, "Are you not feeling well?" ”

"You go away, I'll ......"

He was weak, his breath was short, his heart was beating fast, and he was about to transform......

"I ......"

It's okay?!

Shen Lang looked at his hands, clenched his fists back and forth, shook his neck from side to side a few times, and kicked his legs repeatedly.

Well?! What's going on?

He didn't wait for the painful transformation, but froze in place unharmed.

It was the first time he had felt this way, and he couldn't figure out why it was happening.

He scratched his head, looked at his watch, and muttered for a long time before saying, "I...... It's okay. ”

"Oh." Song only answered, walked to the bar and began to prepare dinner.

Shen Lang stood in place for a long time before he eased up and opened the door.

Looking at Song Jie again, Shen Lang frowned slightly, he tried to get close to Song Zhuang, his heartbeat was normal, his breathing was normal, and his face was normal.

Song only glanced at him: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Whatever."

Song only made two simple dishes and put them on the bar: "Let's eat." ”

"That's all you eat?"

He is the dignified president of Shen Da, and every meal he eats is configured by a special nutritionist and chef, looking at a plate of vinegared cabbage and a plate of fried green beans, Shen Lang pouted.

Song only glanced at him, snorted lightly, and said, "It's too bad to ask for food, so don't eat it." ”

As she spoke, she dragged back the plate and put it in front of her, picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the vegetables.

Shen Lang snatched the chopsticks in Song's hand, picked up a piece of vinegared cabbage and put it in his mouth, he chewed it slowly and methodically, only to feel that it was sweet and sour, spicy and fragrant, and the taste was very delicious.

He raised his eyebrows quietly, picked up the vacant rice bowl and handed it to Song Zhizhi: "Serve me rice." ”

Song only glared at him, wanting to slap him in the big mouth.

Don't they all say that women are fickle?

Why is he so fickle?

Song only served a bowl of rice, stuffed it directly into Shen Lang's hand, and watched him eat it.

She sat opposite Shen Lang, her eyelids slightly raised and looked at the man who was eating, he had a faint fragrance, a clean jaw was clear and beautiful, and her thin lips were slightly squirming.

It was the first time she had seen a man eat vinegared cabbage so elegantly.

Shen Lang gently tapped the bowl in Song's hand with chopsticks: "Eat, see that I am not full." ”

"Oh, oh." Song only added a bowl of rice to himself, and tried to make himself eat less tigerly.

Shen Lang watched Song only eat a bowl of rice, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Eat more, eat more, and then see how you go to eat with Gu Nanchen in the evening.

He thought of this, but Song only forgot about it.

After tossing for such a big day, she didn't eat anything at all, she was already so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and while eating, she forgot to eat and eat.

After picking up two bowls of rice in a row, Song only burped contentedly.

Song only wanted to give her vinegared cabbage a thumbs up, and smiled beautifully, her cooking skills had improved again.

At this time, Gu Nanchen, who was sitting in the restaurant, had been waiting for an hour, and the waiter had already asked twice if he wanted to order, but Song had not yet appeared.

He thought about several possibilities that Song only failed to come to the appointment, but he never thought that she would become Mr. Shen's little maid.

Gu Nanchen only made a phone call to Song Zhi, and after a long while, Song Zhizhi only connected the phone after brushing the dishes.

"Only, where are you?"