My little friend

Her words were very quiet, but Zhou Yang also heard it, "Lele, you wronged me, I also said, my Lele is the most beautiful." Of course, if only I had a little more weight. You're too thin, come, my little friend, eat more. ”

His words were naturally to please Le Yan, and she didn't say anything.

However, I haven't played the topic just now.

Oh, she is easy to be led astray by Zhou Yang.

Forehead......

She may have misunderstood, it was she who led Zhou Yang, not Zhou Yang who led her at all......

"Where did I come from?" Le Yan asked stupidly.

"When it comes to me, I know that my aunt is good-looking, I don't know that you are good-looking, and then, I will say that you are good-looking." Zhou Yang still has a great desire to survive.

However, what he didn't know was that there was ambiguity in his words......

If Le Yan listens carefully, he will definitely be able to hear the problem.

That is, I don't know how to say you're good-looking, and then, I'll say you're good-looking.

This will make people feel that there is a causal relationship between these two sentences.

However, Le Yan didn't notice.

"No, by the way, I mean you're a lot like my mom." Thinking of this, Le Yan couldn't control his desire to complain, "You don't know how terrifying you two are." ”

"You know what?" Le Yan asked.

"I don't know." Zhou Yang said deliberately innocently.

He knew it was her mantra.

However, I just couldn't help but want to tease her.

Sure enough, Le Yan exploded, "Mr. Zhou! ”

"Okay, I know, I know, it's just your mantra." Zhou Yang hurriedly smoothed the hair.

"Hmph, don't disturb my interest in storytelling next time." Le Yan warned.

"Yes, yes, I see." Zhou Yang is very humble.

His posture was so low, Le Yan was naturally reluctant to embarrass him.

Besides, Le Yan's work is just a work that means something on the surface.

She was reluctant to let Zhou Yang be bad at all, so how could she really embarrass him?

"That's pretty much it." Le Yan smiled, "You know what? Last week, you made a stewed shrimp for a week, and you looked like my mother was really a thief. ”

Le Yan is excited, and the Northeast dialect has soared out.

"Is there one?" Zhou Yang didn't understand, "Where is it like?" ”

"The same world, the same mother, let me tell you, mothers have one thing in common, that is, you say what you like, she can always do it for you, know that you can't help it, say you don't like to eat, and let you go." Le Yan complained.

"Last time you braised shrimp in oil, I really couldn't help it." Le Yan sighed.

"Really?" Zhou Yang realized it later, a little nervous, "I, I just thought you liked it very much." ”

"Mr. Zhou, no matter how delicious things are, if you eat them every day, you will get tired of it." Le Yan was helpless, "However, I don't blame you for this, I don't blame it." ”

They all said it, if there is anything, just say it.

However, Le Yan didn't know what was wrong, he just didn't want more.

That is, looking at Zhou Yang's expectant eyes, and the way she asked her with a smile if it was delicious, she really couldn't bear to say that it was not delicious.

Of course, I can't bear to say that I don't really want to eat it.

Sure enough, they are all pots that are easy to get distressed about.

Thinking of this, Le Yan suddenly sighed faintly.