Leng Mo's inquiring gaze turned on Qin Chenchen's flushed little face, "Girl, why don't I remember that you are so kind?" ”

Qin Chenchen pushed away the cold ink and straightened his back, looking arrogant. "Hmph, of course I'm kind! And I always have been. ”

Leng Mo: "......"

Qin Chenchen glanced at him. Said dissatisfiedly: "Kindness should be regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs." Hmph, I don't care about you anymore. Fend for yourselves. ”

Leng Mo: "......"

Da Da Da - Qin Chenchen stepped on his slippers and left angrily.

Cold ink is getting more and more... Confused. He picked up his cup and drank the milk as he pondered.

Da Da Da - Qin Chenchen stepped on his slippers again.

She glared at him and snatched the milk back from his hand. "Give it to me. I don't have to drink it! Hum! ”

Leng Mo: "......"

Da Da Da - the sound of departing footsteps again.

She paused as she walked to the door. Turning around, he asked meaningfully, "Brother, what kind of girl do you like?" ”

Leng Mo didn't react for a while, "What? ”

"It's just... What are your requirements for your mate? ”

"Forehead ......"

He was thinking about how to respond to this question, and Qin Chenchen showed a look of contempt.

"I know you've always liked to be pretty, to have a good figure. Other than that, there are no other requirements. Hmph, a man with no lower limits! No vision, no brain, superficial! ”

With that, she threw the door and walked away.

Cold ink, it's completely messy!

"What the hell?"

The next day was Saturday.

Qin Chenchen ran to the study with two magazines in his arms and snatched the computer that Leng Mo was using.

"Don't look at the computer, I'll show you something nice."

Indifferent and speechless: "What is it?" ”

Qin Chenchen smiled weirdly: "Beauty! ”

“......”

Qin Chenchen pulled out a chair with a back, sat down beside Leng Mo, and then spread out one of the magazines in his hand.

Leng Mo glanced at it. It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, the whole person is not good.

It's full of sexy beauties. Plump breasts and fat buttocks, a variety of seductive poses.

Qin Chenchen pointed to one of the sexy black models in a bikini and asked, "Do you think this is beautiful?" ”

Leng Mo: "... So so. ”

Qin Chenchen raised his eyebrows, "Yo ho, my vision is quite high." ”

“......”

"What about this?"

"Where's this?"

"General!"

Two minutes later, Qin Chenchen finished the entire magazine, and for every beautiful model on it, his answer was only two words: general!

Qin Chenchen touched his chin, deeply suspicious in his heart.

Could it be that he likes to be pure?

She flipped through another magazine. This magazine has a different style than the one just now.

The one just now is sexy. This one is a fresh breeze.

She flipped through the page and asked him to evaluate the female stars above.

This time it was rare, and his evaluation was much better.

"It's fine!"

Qin Chenchen asked seriously: "There is always one on it, it suits your appetite." Which one do you really like? ”

Liu Yuan, this beauty, is actually quite popular. There are many celebrities in magazines who have walked this style.

Leng Mo casually asked, "Which one do you think I will like?" ”

Qin Chenchen hurriedly flipped through and found the star who felt most similar to Liu Yuan, "This!" Do you like it? ”

Leng Mo frowned, "White Lotus? ”

"Uh... This is not the White Lotus! It's green tea! Fresh and refined, elegant and generous. ”

Leng Mo frowned, "What the hell." Take it, and Master Ben will tell you which one I like. ”

Qin Chenchen hurriedly handed it over.

Leng Mo turned directly to the last page, only the photo on it, hooked his lips, and smiled uncomfortably.

"This!"

Qin Chenchen looked at it and froze.

“m... m... Cat? ”

An orange cat, lazily lying on a balcony filled with sunlight, with its eyes closed.

Leng Mo's big hand rubbed her hairy little head, and said playfully: "Do you still say that Young Master Ben is superficial, has no vision and no lower limit?" ”

Qin Chenchen looked at Leng Mo steadily: "You mean, Liu Yuan is like a cat." ”

Cold ink, black face. "What does this have to do with her?"