Chapter 68: Is It Delicious?

But then again, Qin Chenchen actually knew that Liu Yuan would actually make bento for Leng Mo, but he didn't seem to appreciate it.

She asked curiously, "Leng Mo, ...... you?"

Leng Mo directly cut off her words, "Call me brother." ”

Qin Chenchen pursed his lips, "Oh, brother, Liu Yuan, she also made you a bento before, right?" How's her cooking? ”

Leng Mo said lightly: "I don't know, I haven't eaten it." ”

"I've eaten it." Cold pudding suddenly said, "My brother doesn't eat it, so I eat it." Honestly, it tastes really good. ”

Qin Chenchen raised his eyebrows, "Did you hear that?" It tastes good, but it's a pity, right? ”

"But ......," a look of disgust crossed Leng Pudding's face, "the bento wasn't made by herself. ”

Qin Chenchen was surprised, "How do you know that she didn't do it herself?" ”

"Hehe, if she did it herself, wouldn't she even know what she did? That day, she clearly had sushi in her lunch box. But she said it was a steak. ”

Qin Chenchen sighed: "No wonder ......"

No wonder Leng Mo didn't treat Liu Yuan much when he was a teenager. The co-authorship is all written by herself.

I clearly said I liked it, but I didn't have to worry about it.

If she had a little awareness, she probably wouldn't have chased so hard.

But......

Qin Chenchen bit the Coke straw and looked melancholy: Still complaining about others! No matter how hard others chase them, they will be able to see the moon in the end. What about yourself? One cannon fodder!

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Qin Chenchen put the Coke can on the table heavily, and got up with a bad face.

The crowd looked at her strangely.

She said sullenly: "I'm full, you guys eat, I'll go first, bye!" ”

There will be half a month before the final exam. Lai Bao'er was very worried that Qin Chenchen would have trouble reviewing, so she offered to lend her notes.

Qin Chenchen smiled proudly, "Okay, no, no." I can handle it! ”

Lai Bao'er looked worried, "But the last time you took the monthly exam... Yang said madly, if you are still at the bottom this time, the seat will be moved to the last row. ”

Qin Chenchen smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, I won't take the last place." ”

How could she not be a college student in her studies as a junior high school student?

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qin Chenchen was eating ice cream while passing by the door of Leng Mo's room.

The door was wide open, and he could be seen sitting in front of the computer, his fingers working on the keyboard as swift as he could.

"It's the end of the day, and he's still playing games!"

Leng Mo is different from Qin Chenchen, Qin Chenchen was reborn, and time came again.

But Leng Mo is different, he is a sophomore in high school this year, and he will be a junior in the next semester. The level of academic tension can be imagined.

But, strangely, she had never seen this thing do its homework more than eight o'clock. After eight o'clock, he was either playing games or working on his lofty business.

It stands to reason that with such a level of learning, the grades will not be much better. But the fact is that he will always be the first in his grade.

"This can't be an alien, right?" Qin Chenchen sighed depressedly.

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Leng Mo turned around.

Very precisely, the two eyes collided.

There was a kind of absorbing magic in those deep eyes, which sucked Qin Chenchen into hiding all of a sudden. She even felt that her body couldn't move, and she could only look at him stupidly.

He may have just taken a shower and was wearing a sky-blue casual pajamas made from Milan. The long figure, straight and slender legs, is clearly visible.

In her pupils, the handsome reflection suddenly curled her lips and hooked her hand.

Qin Chenchen was fascinated by it, and he actually walked in by a ghost. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already in front of the teenager.

The boy's hair was slightly damp and soft against his scalp, revealing a smooth and full forehead. The feather crystal light danced lightly on his tall, white nose and long jet-black eyelashes. He just stared at her so narrowly... Ice cream in your hand.

"Is it delicious?" He asked in a low voice.