"Is it that if I don't come, you're going to pick up his purse?"

"Does he look as good as me? Do I know how to cook? Will I make money? ”

When it came to cooking, Su Qiaowei suddenly remembered something and slowly walked towards him.

"If you don't say it, I forgot something, but when you say it, I remember."

Xiao Ling, who was cold behind him, suddenly felt bad for some reason, and quietly stepped back: "What, what's the matter." ”

"What's the matter?" Su Qiaowei's voice suddenly rose.

"You said you could cook, so why did you lie to me before that you couldn't cook? Deliberately tricking me? ”

Xiao Ling's dead duck had a hard mouth, and resolutely refused to admit it: "Didn't I say it, as soon as I entered, I would be inexplicably gone." ”

"Somehow, it's going to be." Su Qiaowei laughed.

"Uh-huh, that's it." Xiao Ling nodded wildly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qiaowei knocked a chestnut on his head: "When I'm stupid, you obviously know how to cook, you cooked when you took me to see Xiaohu and them before, and you actually lied to me." ”

And the most annoying thing is that I actually believe it, my brain is really funny.

She would never admit that it was all because of Xiao Ling's cuteness, which made her brain short-circuit for a while.

Xiao Ling hurriedly admitted his mistake, folded his hands, and said that his attitude was sincere and serious: "I was wrong!" ”

Woo woo, obviously I was the one who asked the teacher before, why did I become the one who was asked in a blink of an eye?

Xiao Ling has two lasagna in his heart, the plot is obviously not like this!

"Later you cook." Su Qiaowei turned her head arrogantly and put her hands around her chest.

"Yes, I cook."

"Later, you wash the dishes."

"But ......"

Su Qiaowei shot a cold look: "Do you have an opinion?" ”

Xiao Ling pouted pitifully: "No, no opinion." ”

"It's really good, it's late today, go back and rest." Su Qiaowei stretched out her hand and patted his head, and when she turned around, the curvature of the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Xiao Ling, who was attacked on the head, stood there stupidly, he, was he slapped on the head?

What's wrong with the world?

Xiao Ling, who was struck, drooped his head and followed behind Su Qiaowei in frustration.

Su Ming, who was walking in front, looked at Xiao Ling's decadent appearance, and reflected in his heart, if he had gone too far?

But in the next second, he immediately retracted the sentence just now.

Xiao Ling, who was resurrected with full blood, stepped forward with a smile on his face, and shouted numbly: "Xiao Weiwei." ”

"Don't call me that."

"You don't count, little Weiwei."

"Little Zero." Su Qiaowei suddenly stopped and raised her eyebrows at Xiao Ling defiantly.

Xiao Ling choked, the title of Little Zero is really amazing.

"Do you like the nickname I give you?"

"Can you say you don't like it?"

"I can't."

"Oh, Xiaoweizi, hello, I am under the little zero, please take care of me."

The two photographer brothers who followed the photo glanced at each other, with tears of sympathy in their eyes.

I was stuffed with dog food by these two people again.

Although these two people are always bickering, the pink bubble really can't be stopped.

Dog food or something is sprinkled anytime and anywhere, and if you are not careful, it is a mouthful of dog food.

Maybe it was the bystander Qing, Su Ming didn't notice that when he faced Xiao Ling, his beautiful eyes would always unconsciously bring a smile that even he couldn't find.

Early the next morning, Xiao Ling got up early, and it was rare that he didn't lie in bed.

Then he went to toss Su Qiaowei up, and said that he was exercising and breathing fresh air.

Along the winding mountain road, a man and a woman ran slowly, and the villagers who got up early to work greeted them in a friendly manner.

"Xiao Weiwei, what do you want to eat for breakfast today?" Xiao Ling, who had a steady breath, exposed his foodie attributes with a single sentence.

"It's what you want to eat."

Xiao Ling, who was accidentally exposed, turned his head: "Why am I asking you, it's not what I cook, what you eat, dare to be picky and make you hungry." ”