Nan Yukong raised his eyebrows, "Have an opinion?" ”

"No," Luan Xiaotian replied a little reluctantly.

She didn't eat lunch, she wasted food, and there was nothing wrong with continuing to eat it when it was hot, what opinion could there be.

"This time it was a lesson, and after that, I ate on time every day." Nan Yukong took Luan Xiaotian's hand out of the studio and walked downstairs.

What is he going to do, drag her away without saying a word, can't he wait for her to eat leftovers?

The hand is still so hard, I don't know if it will hurt.

Nan Yukong's two big palms grabbed Luan Xiaotian's jet-black and slender little palms from behind, and the whole person hugged the petite body, with a slight deep voice, and warned, "Be honest." ”

Luan Xiaotian's face flushed for a while, and he was even a little dizzy, and it took a long time to hold back a few words, "I, I'll just come by myself." ”

His skin feels really good, smooth and delicate enough to be blown off, and he can't help but want to take two bites.

"It's going to be fine right away," Nan Yukong pressed the hand sanitizer twice, lathered it all and wiped it all on Luan Xiaotian's hands, "Why can't you make people worry a little less?" ”

Worry-free?

obviously said that she could come by herself, and she didn't ask him to wash his hands.

And, "Why am I not at ease?" ”

Nan Yukong smiled, "Who fell asleep last night with their face stuck on the oil painting?" ”

"Who is wearing a wig today and pretending to be weak?"

"Who is it that rubs the pencil all over the body?"

The more he talked, the redder Luan Xiaotian's face became, as if he was on fire.

She, she, she! It's all her!

She is the one who is embarrassed......

"But, I fell asleep because I was so sleepy, and I wore a wig to save you, and I didn't pretend to be weak, and the pencil dust rubbed on my body is not a common thing?"

Nan Yukong was still washing Luan Xiaotian's hands, and automatically ignored her rebuttal.

Turn on the faucet to rinse the foam, take a paper towel and wipe the little hands, "It's time to eat leftovers." ”

Luan Xiaotian: "......"

She should have leftovers, she loves leftovers, and she just as much likes the nitrites from leftovers.

Sitting at the dinner table, Luan Xiaotian kept a standard international smile on his face.

"Dear Mr. Nan, look at it, I'm going to go." As he spoke, he pressed his chopsticks to the leftovers from noon.

She can be regarded as seeing Nan Yukong's face clearly, and if she continues to stay here, maybe something will happen that is perfect enough to explode.

Certain!

Resolute!

Have to!

To leave!

This is a place of right and wrong!

Not for a moment!

"That ......" Nan Yukong suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at Luan Xiaotian's full face seriously.

"Yesterday I said I would buy seeds and living animals today," he thought for a few seconds, and was a little unbearable, "Then go tomorrow, you go to see the classroom tomorrow first, get to know new classmates, and I'll be waiting for you at the school gate at noon." ”

Luan Xiaotian nodded like mud, it didn't matter when he bought something, he agreed vaguely.

She spent all her time eating and painting, and only then did she feel hungry.

These leftovers are really delicious.

Nan Yukong took a bite of food from the plate in front of her, "Don't patronize and eat meat, this dish tastes good." ”

Luan Xiaotian's hand holding the chopsticks stiffened, and he picked up the dish and put it in his mouth.

If she doesn't eat such a delicious meal, she will be called a fool.

"And this, it tastes good, try it."

Luan Xiaotian seemed to have been prepared, and it was not as strange as last time, so he unceremoniously put it in his mouth, chewed it three or two times and swallowed it into his stomach.

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