Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Red Heart
Zhou Moruo coughed, "I haven't ...... yet Confession,"
Tang Qiao was even more stunned now, "What do you mean, you left him at home for the night without confessing,...... Brother Jin, you've learned badly,"
Zhou Moruo picked up a pillow and threw it over, "What's in your head!" ”
She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "I'm going to cook, you get out of here,"
Tang Qiao followed her, "Aunt Lu said that you are going to come back to cook, should you be going to give Jiang Yanyan?" And what happened yesterday, tell me, Brother Jin, I really want to know! ”
Zhou Moruo was taken aback by her "ahhhhhhhhh
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After listening to the whole thing, Tang Qiao stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth, "You guys are really fateful,"
Zhou Moruo smashed the cherry tomatoes with the back of a knife and threw them into the pot neatly, "Have you finished listening?" Let's get out when you're done,"
"What are you doing?" Tang Qiao stepped on his feet and glanced at it, "Egg fried rice?" ”
"Wrong," Zhou Moruo smashed another cherry tomato, "It's cherry tomato fried rice,"
Tang Qiao stared at the red cherry tomatoes for a few seconds, and suddenly clapped his hands, "Brother Jin, I thought of a good idea to confess!" ”
Zhou Moruo glanced at her, "What?" ”
Tang Qiao pointed to the pot, "Can you put a heart shape with cherry tomatoes here?" ”
Zhou Moruo touched his chin, "It can be, but will it ...... Too obvious? ”
Tang Qiao said, "I think with the intelligence of a bully, oh no, emotional intelligence, if you don't see it obviously,"
Zhou Moruo thought for a while, "What you said makes sense,"
She washed some cherry tomatoes again, carefully cut them from the middle with a knife, put them into the pot with a knife fork, and then carefully turned them over with a spatula, turned off the heat and removed from the pot.
Tang Qiao washed her hands and leaned over, "Brother Jin, will you pose a heart?" ”
Zhou Moruo glanced at her, "Don't say that I'm mentally retarded," she picked up the cherry tomatoes one by one with chopsticks, slowly adjusted the position, and after a while, it was placed in the shape of a red heart,
The red heart looks more and more vivid against the yellow and clear rice, and anyone who looks at it knows what it means.
Tang Qiao covered her, "Okay, as long as Jiang Lianyan is not mentally retarded, he must know what you mean, go Brother Jin!" ”
Zhou Moruo lifted the insulated box, "Then I'...... Go? ”
Tang Qiao suddenly shouted, "Hey, wait a minute,"
She walked over and circled around Zhou Moruo, "Brother Jin, I think you should change your clothes, you always wear such loose clothes, fat and big, you can't highlight the charm of women at all,"
Although her brother seems to be ...... There's really no such thing,
Tang Qiao pulled Zhou Moruo to the bedroom, "Let me, who is at the forefront of fashion, match your clothes," After speaking, she opened the wardrobe,
Zhou Moruo's wardrobe is very neat, divided into ...... according to different types and colors Two parts,
That's right, one is a black coat and shorts, the other is a gray coat and trousers, put together Tang Qiao can't tell which set of Hengyi's school uniform is,
Tang Qiao scratched her head, "Brother Jin, you don't have ...... Skirts or something? ”
"Skirts?" Zhou Moruo thought about it, lowered her head and took out a set of clothes from the bottom layer and handed it to her, "Does this count?" ”
Tang Qiao spread out the dress, it was a dress, the upper body was an off-the-shoulder black half-sleeve, and the lower body was a knee-length leather skirt.
She was stunned, "This is not ...... Did you wear one before? ”
Zhou Moruo nodded, "It's the previous clothes, most of them were thrown away by me, only this one is the first dress I bought at that time, I think, keep it as a souvenir,"
Remembering myself at that time, remembering those intense, paranoid, and indifferent times,