Song Ci turned on the microwave and took the waffle out of it.

When I opened the fridge to get water, I hesitated in milk and Pepsi.

He first reached out and picked up Pepsi, but before he could pick it up, he heard Tang Sinian's voice coming from the living room.

"Can you drink milk or drink milk, drink less cola."

Song Ci pursed his lips and muttered in his heart: I just said that it was not too early and I could drink Coke. Now I'm talking about drinking less, who is this?

He let go of his hand on top of Pepsi and took the milk out of the freezer.

But when I closed the refrigerator door, my eyes glanced at Pepsi in the corner of the refrigerator.

Just because of that glance, after all, the milk was paid by mistake.

He resolutely put down the milk and picked up Pepsi.

The fresh milk was left alone in the refrigerator, and the moment the refrigerator door closed, Song Ci sighed: "Kill sperm, kill sperm." ”

Song Ci ate the cake, drank the coke, and walked out of the kitchen satisfied.

Tang Sinian basically finished processing all the vegetables in the pot, he leaned on the sofa and was watching TV, watching Song Ci come out of the kitchen.

"Full?"

Song Ci wiped his mouth with paper and responded: "Hmm." ”

"Then you don't eat curry rice at noon." Tang Sinian looked at him with a satisfied look and asked, "You have been eating this meal for more than twenty minutes, and it is almost eleven o'clock." ”

"Then you don't have to do it." Song Ci threw the tissue into the trash, felt that something was missing in his hand, and turned back to the kitchen.

When I came out again, I had more Pepsi in my hand that I hadn't finished drinking.

Tang Sinian sighed and said nothing.

He picked up the TV remote, paused the movie, stood up, picked up the pot of processed greens, and walked into the kitchen.

"Then I won't cook at noon." He said as he passed by Song Ci's side.

"Wait." Song Ci said: "You better do it." ”

Tang Sinian looked at him and frowned: "Can you still eat?" Isn't it almost impossible to drink Pepsi? ”

He looked at Song Ci who had been holding the Pepsi that he had not drunk in his hand, and had a trace of doubt about his words.

"You don't have to worry about it so much." Song Ci said angrily: "I mean, you don't have to be mine for lunch, you can just eat it yourself." ”

"I want to do the same for you." Tang Sinian rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen with a cut.

Song Ci drank the last sip of the bottle, put the bottle on the table, and went upstairs.

He pushed open the door to his room, threw himself on the bed, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Still no news.

Song Ci buried his face in the quilt for a while, and propped himself up with his arms: "Damn!" ”

He got up and took out a pair of white socks from the closet and put them on, and picked out a pair of white casual shoes from the shoe rack to change into.

Standing in front of the dressing mirror, he grabbed his hair casually with his hand, and the iconic handful of dull hair stood on the back of his head.

Song Ci was stinky and beautiful in front of the mirror for at least ten minutes, looking at the white face as white as jade in the mirror, he couldn't help but admire himself.

The young man's casual clothes give people a lazy feeling, his eyes are cold, his face is slightly raised, and his hair is messy and stylish, which is indescribably good-looking.

There is a gentleness of a southern man, but between his eyebrows and eyes, he can see the rashness of the youth.

To be precise, he looks like a pretty spirited lad.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.