Fu Xize rubbed Ala's furry head, thinking in his heart that he was only a thousand years old.

Xingmu Moxia walked over and sat aside unceremoniously: "What are you asking me to do?" ”

This time it won't be like a late-night supper.

Fu Xize pointed to a few books on the coffee table on the side, as well as exercise books and test papers. "These assignments helped me get it done. I'll pay it in a few days. ”

Xing Mu Moxia couldn't believe what her ears had just heard.

"You're asking me to help you with your homework?" She couldn't help but raise her voice.

How could he say such a thing as writing homework so easily. She hasn't written her homework yet, so it's a fool's dream to help him.

Fu Xize had already guessed that she would refuse, and he was not surprised by her reaction, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "You don't write?" His voice was faint, like an inquiry, but a closer look was a hidden threat.

Xing Mu Moxia held his head high and said uprightly: "If you don't write, I won't cheat for you." ”

Fu Xize was not angry at all because of her refusal, and his handsome face was teasing, "Really? ”

His soft voice fell. Before waiting for Xing Mu Moxia to think about what this meant.

Xing Mu Moxia felt that his body was immediately out of his control, "I...... Ah......h Feet sat involuntarily on the carpet again, and in front of her was the homework to be written.

"Fu Xize!" Xingmu Moxia gritted his teeth and held the pen, and the other hand was to open the book.

Fu Xize smiled slightly: "Finish writing obediently." After he finished speaking, as if he didn't see Xingmu Moxia's eyes that wanted to swallow him, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

When Allah saw that his master was gone, he also stood up and glanced sideways at Xingmu Moxia. With his head tilted, he looked arrogant, walked with noble feet, and followed Fu Xize into the kitchen with his feet on the ground.

Fu Xize bullied me, and now even his dog despises me.

Xingmu Moxia wanted to use his strength to compete with the spiritual power that controlled his hands at first, but it was useless. Fu Xize's spiritual power not only controlled her hands, but also made it impossible for the water spinning python to recover its prototype.

Xing Mu Moxia is not continuing to do powerless work, and has no choice but to write with his heart, as if he is consolidating his knowledge. She seems to have seen these types of questions, and she really wants to have never seen them.

"What does it smell like?" Just when she was writing most seriously, she suddenly smelled a strong smell of rice.

Fu Xize came out of the kitchen with a few meals and put the food on the table.

Allah skillfully sat down next to Fu Xize. In front of it was a small plate. The plate is printed with a picture of Allah.

Xingmu Moxia's hand holding the pen continued to write, but his eyes kept drifting in the direction of Fu Xize. It's not that she's inattentive, it's just that the smell of the meal is so fragrant that it's ticking her cravings now.

This guy looks human, I didn't expect the cooked food to be so fragrant. Xing Mu Moxia secretly complained in his heart.

She would never admit that she wanted to eat it too. She withdrew her gaze, trying not to look at Fu Xize. But she can control her eyes, but she can't control her nose.

The smell of rice seemed to be deliberately against her, wafting towards her nose, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"No, I'm not hungry, so I don't want to eat his cooking." Xingmu Moxia pressed his restless heart and persuaded himself with words.

Fu Xize had already noticed her small movements and didn't make a sound, wanting to see if she would come. I didn't expect her to be so determined, sitting motionless until now.