"Do you want to let Ash Ash get one for you?"

Lin Qingyao walked to the balcony and was just about to wake up Xiao Ash again, but Lu Zhixing said in a sullen voice behind him: "I have a passport." ”

"When did you have your passport?"

She asked, turning, confused.

"When I got my ID card a while ago, I did it all together."

Lu Zhixing didn't give up, and wanted to hug the soft and petite person for a while, so he specially leaned forward.

"But you don't even have a household registration book, how did you get down?"

Women in love always like to ask why.

Lu Zhixing is a little more patient than a considerable number of men.

"Isn't it?"

Following his gaze, there was a small gray ash not far from him.

"I think the little gray and the blue fat paper are quite similar." Lin Qingyao smiled, "Although it doesn't have a universal pocket, its data processing system is quite impressive." I feel like I've had Ash by my side, it's been a lot easier to do anything. ”

"Xiaoyu."

Lu Zhixing's gaze sank, "We create technologies to make them available to us. Instead of saying, let tech products enslave us. ”

He will correct her erroneous views; Like she wouldn't, he could teach her by hand.

Lin Qingyao suddenly felt a tightness in his waist, and during the conversation, Lu Zhixing didn't know when he walked around behind her, and his neck came from his hot breath: "Xiaoyou." You're so fragrant. ”

"Ah Xing."

Lin Qingyao didn't annoy him anymore, and changed his smiling face, "How about we eat mango pie this morning?" ”

Lu Zhixing's whole body instantly felt a chill, although he loved to eat all the food cooked by Xiaoyou. However, the existence of a creature like mango is enough to make Lu Zhixing collapse.

Before the little woman was completely mad, Lu Zhixing fled into the bathroom in a hurry, "After I take a shower, let's go home directly to pack our luggage, isn't it the afternoon plane?" ”

Through the door, Lin Qingyao secretly laughed.

You can't always be eaten by that bad man, and the rabbit will bite when he's in a hurry.

Taking advantage of the time when Lu Zhixing was bathing, Lin Qingyao began to prepare breakfast.

She opened the fridge and saw tomatoes, onions, frozen shrimp and pâté, among other things.

The ingredients that come with the Heiston Hotel are simply a blessing for seafood pasta.

Lin Qingyao connected the pasta and took them out of the refrigerator in turn.

The frozen shrimp were placed next to the pool, and while waiting for the thaw, she turned on the gas stove and stir-fried the meat sauce in the oil pan until it showed a medium-rare color, and then put the freshly washed and chopped onions into the pot, then added tomatoes and slowly boiled.

Then, Lin Qingyao put the pot of tap water he had just picked up on another stove, and waited for another two or three minutes for the water to start boiling, and then put the pasta in.

At this time, the tomato material in the oil pot was almost boiled, and Lin Qingyao put the thawed shrimp meat into the pot and continued to stir-fry.

When the pasta is cooked, remove the water and add the soup to taste.

Lin Qingyao put the seafood pasta on a plate, took out the black pepper and salt from the refrigerator, and sprinkled it on top.

Last night, there was still some leftover rice in the fridge.

Considering that Lu Zhixing said that he couldn't eat enough, he decided to make another plate of egg fried rice.

A man wrapped in a bathrobe, as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he smelled the smell of food.

Regardless of the fact that his hair was still wet, Lu Zhixing slipped into the kitchen.

"Xiaoyu."

Lin Qingyao, who was beating eggs, was startled, the dishes and chopsticks in his hands were not held steady, and they shattered on the ground with a clatter, and the egg liquid slowly flowed down the white tiles to the soles of Lu Zhixing's feet.

The culprit, a certain man, fled directly into the living room with the pasta on the board.

"Lu Zhixing!"

Lin Qingyao's hysterical roar came from behind him.

Now, I'm not even in the mood to make egg fried rice.

Lin Qingyao was holding a pair of chopsticks, and when he saw Lu Zhixing eating happily in the living room, he walked up to him and stepped on his instep hard.

"It hurts."

Lu Zhixing frowned, and complained in his mouth, "Xiaoyou, you are murdering your husband!" ”

"Go to the kitchen and clean up the garbage you made."

Lu Zhixing saw Lin Qingyao's fierce appearance, and he had a strong desire to win, so he immediately ran to the kitchen to quickly clean up the debris on the ground, and then wiped the egg liquid clean, washed his hands, and then returned to Lin Qingyao's side.

"Xiaoyu."

He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the Sichuan character on the tip of her eyebrows, "It's easy to get wrinkles when you're angry, it's not worth it for a habitual offender like me." ”

"You've lost your egg fried rice."

Lu Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's not good to eat that greasy one in the morning." Lost, we have better pasta, don't we? ”

Lin Qingyao had a cold face, not planning to ignore Lu Zhixing.

The mobile phone on the bed broke a man's predicament, and Lin Qingyao slid over the answer button, "Boss." Do you have a passport? Yiwei informed me and Huan'er that they would go to country N in the afternoon. ”

It turned out that Lu Zhixing forgot to tell Li Han his new number that day, so he called Lin Qingyao.

"Li Tezhu."

Lin Qingyao's voice came from the earpiece, "You and Qinghuan came to Heiston Hotel 205, right?" We'll talk about passports when we meet. ”

Lu Zhixing saw Lin Qingyao hang up the phone, and in order to show his determination, he pushed the rest of the pasta in front of the little woman: "Xiaoyou." You've been busy all morning, come and eat. ”

Taking the food she cooked to offer hospitality, it is estimated that only Lu Zhixing himself can do it.

"There's one more plate."

Lin Qingyao sucked the noodles, "You go to the pot and serve it yourself." ”

Lu Zhixing walked into the kitchen with a worried heart, there was still a lot of pot left, and when he turned back to the bedroom, the doorbell behind him suddenly went up.

Seeing Lin Qingyao get up from his seat, Lu Zhixing stepped forward in a panic and put the pasta in front of her, "I'll go and open, you continue to eat." ”

Then he turned around and saw Li Han and Lu Qinghuan through the cat's eyes.

"Yao." Lu Qinghuan tapped the door, "It's me." ”

Lin Qingyao hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of noodles, and soon choked on the black pepper powder, and when Lu Zhixing unscrewed the door and let the two people in, Lin Qingyao was coughing with a red face.

Lu Qinghuan was not restrained, and sat on the sofa when he came in, "Senior brother." You're in a good place. ”

Lu Zhixing filled the glass with water, walked next to Li Han, and the man waved his hand in a panic, "Boss, don't be so polite." ”

"Is it for you?"

Really.

I saw Lu Zhixing's long arm bypassing Li Han and delivering water to Lin Qingyao, "Xiaoyou." Drink saliva and go smoothly. ”

Looking at the uneaten seafood pasta on the table, Lu Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Ah Yao." It's been a long time since you've cooked, and the last time I heard Han say that you make a big plate of chicken, I still don't believe it. ”

Lu Zhixing was very interested in this topic: "What do you mean? ”

"It's-" Lu Qinghuan unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the satisfied noodles in his mouth, "Ah Yao, who can cook since he was a child, hasn't cooked for about seven years." ”

Lu Zhixing's heart bred indescribable warmth.

In this way, that scumbag Zhou Hai has no mouth to eat?

Awkwardness is awkwardness, Lin Qingyao's heart is still towards landing.

"Qinghuan." Lin Qingyao paused, "You eat less." Ah Xing, I haven't finished eating yet. ”