Sneeze –

He Yiting rubbed his nose, guessing that it must be a chubby girl scolding him.

I didn't wake up until after ten o'clock.

When Sun Simiao was sleeping with the quilt in her arms, there was a knock on the door.

Rolling on the bed like a big meat worm.

"Who?"

Rubbing his eyes, he opened the door and saw a face he didn't want to see.

slammed the door shut, but was held back by a military boot.

"Take you to breakfast!"

Almost lost his nose, He Yiting said helplessly.

For the sake of eating, Sun Simiao let go.

He turned around and climbed into bed again.

"Don't go, send it to me!"

Just slept for a few hours?

Going down to eat again?

Don't go!

Continue to sleep with the quilt in your arms.

He Yiting looked at Sun Simiao's obviously fat pajamas, and at first glance, it was not the current technology.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he flickered a few times without asking.

In fact, there was always a suspicion, but he never asked.

Watching the fluffy head pop out of the quilt, He Yiting knew that the little chubby girl wouldn't go if she didn't go.

The children and grandchildren of the older generation have the habit of insomnia, and they are very angry when they get up.

If she hadn't been a Red Cross aid doctor, she might have had an even more eccentric temper.

"The food is rationed, how can you eat it if you don't get up?"

He Yiting persuaded him.

The main thing is to make Sun Simiao sober up, and he has to be busy with business after eating.

Sun Simiao didn't believe it at all

"He Yiting, don't bluff me, how many years has it been? Quantitative things don't work here! ”

Really think she's stupid?

Even if you don't have a deep memory of the events of this period, you still know that many hotels in Kyoto have special hospitality quotas.

There may be a certain amount of food in other hotels, but this friendship hotel has absolutely none, who makes this a place to order Western food.

Knowing that Sun Simiao couldn't be bluffed, He Yiting had no choice but to call someone to bring the food over.

As for Sun Zhiwen, he could only go downstairs and follow Cheng Weimin to eat.

When the meal was delivered, He Yiting stubbornly dug Sun Simiao out of bed.

Brushing his teeth dissatisfied, grinning in the mirror.

Hum!

He Yiting, this guy is a bastard.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he stuffed the comb into He Yiting's hand.

"What do you mean?"

Looking at the comb and head rope, He Yiting was a little dumbfounded.

Sun Simiao met He Yiting's eyes from the mirror, and his eyes were very innocent

"That's what you see, comb my hair!"

Hum!

If you dare to toss yourself, then be aware of waiting.

He Yiting had never done such a thing in his life.

Looking at the comb, and then at the fluffy head, suddenly very weak.

Sun Simiao looked, if you don't serve, I won't cooperate.

Resignedly, he took the comb and combed it down to the fluffy head.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Can't comb your hair? ”

"You hold it with one hand and force it with the other!"

"I'm stupid, I can't even comb my hair!"

"He Yiting, is your brain not going to turn?"

"Sure enough, it's a straight man, and he doesn't have a wife if he can't get it!!"

He Yiting

He wanted to hit someone.

The comb slammed into Sun Simiao's head.

"Oops!!"

Covering his head, he looked at He Yiting with tears in his eyes.

He Yiting

"Either shut up, or comb yourself!"

Sun Simiao pursed her lips and chose to shut up.

It's really nice to look at this all-powerful man, stumped by his hair.

Poof—

After five minutes, Sun Simiao couldn't hold back.

Holding his stomach and laughing.

finally discovered a shortcoming of He Yiting.

The man's fingers were out of coordination.

A black line looked at Sun Simiao's fluffy head, and he was lucky.

"He Yiting, if you call your aunt and grandmother, I'll comb it myself!"

Oops, it's so much fun.

Sure enough, He Yiting, who looks like a child, is relatively lethal.

Pursing his lips, He Yiting will definitely not scream.

"Stand honestly, or I'll cut it all!"

I used to see that the little chubby girl's hair was very smooth, why is it so difficult to comb today?

Sun Simiao couldn't help it, snatched the comb back, and tied a ponytail in two of three strokes.

"He Yiting, look, how easy, you just can't! Straight man! ”

glanced at He Yiting with disdain, and then went to the table to eat.

He Yiting looked at the ponytail and gritted his teeth.

I know that this little chubby girl is Laike's own.

Wash your hands and sit down at the table.

Tear off the fritters little by little and throw them into the bean juice.

Sun Simiao eats very fragrantly, and she hasn't drunk this flavor of bean juice for a long time.

The bean juice in the mountain province is not this taste, and Sun Simiao likes the special taste of Kyoto's bean juice.

It's very similar to the taste in memory.

Glancing at the little man who stuffed the small pickles into the fritters, Sun Simiao pursed her lips.

This man is as speechless as ever.

It's so troublesome to eat a fritter.

After drinking a large mouthful of bean juice, the corners of Sun Simiao's mouth were dipped and foamed

"He Yiting, now let's talk about it, what's going on? If you don't go to school well, what kind of moth are you making trouble? ”

He Yiting drank the bean juice and saw the circle of white foam on Sun Simiao's mouth, which was really an eyesore.

But he didn't say much, and said with a light cough

"Going to school? My brain didn't pump! ”

What do you mean?

The bean juice was no longer drunk, and his eyes were not very good at him.

"Since you can't walk the path of your previous life, you naturally choose a different and practical path from your previous life!"

The ears are not very good, and Sun Simiao is a little confused.

"I've improved on the weapons I use today! He was specially recruited into the Military Firearms Research Institute. ”

Nani?

Sun Simiao's mouth opened in shock.

This man really is.

"Those people are all right? You're only thirteen years old now! ”

Sun Simiao's words made He Yiting have a black line.

How dislike does this little chubby girl really like herself?

Inexplicably, the dream words that the little chubby girl said before sounded in my mind.

Her face was a little red, but she quickly calmed down, and Sun Simiao didn't notice anything wrong.

"Speak well, there is a kind of person in this world called - genius!"

Hell genius.

This man really dared to do it.

Don't go to be a soldier and engage in scientific research?

The brain is not generally diseased.

That's a bit too big!

"That's why you got me?"

He was a genius and made himself a genius?

It doesn't feel that simple.

"Do you think you're a genius?"

He Yiting said unceremoniously.

He understood that he would definitely not be able to have any good looks with Sun Simiao.

Otherwise she would have been able to go to heaven.

The little bastard is getting six.

Teether!

Ouch –

accidentally bit her loose teeth, and tears came out of her eyes.

Covering her cheeks, Sun Simiao looked at He Yiting accusatory.

"Not really, right? It's the truth, aren't you going to be a little bastard? What kind of fierce man do you want to marry! Where do I dare you to be talented?

I don't know that people who enter the scientific research institute have no personal freedom? ”

He's really for the good of Chubby.

"He Yiting, you die!"