What to do?

It must be serious.

Put down your phone.

Jiang Cheng's gaze shot straight at the poem on the opposite side.

A soft suspender nightdress that sticks to a woman's body.

The convex delicate body exudes a woman's mature and charming temperament.

The delicate and beautiful collarbone is a must.

When the poem whispers and does not laugh.

The whole face reveals a cold aura.

But the Danfeng eyes with slightly upturned corners of the eyes have their own charm skills.

People can't help but have a good impression of her.

Living with such a stunner in the world.

If Jiang Cheng's concentration wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't have dared to come over.

"Lust boy, have you seen enough?"

"Nope."

"Cook."

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng stood up and obediently went to cook.

When you come to live in someone else's house, you naturally can't lie down and wait for food like the old man.

He doesn't cook as much as a hotel chef.

But it's pretty good.

Don't ask why he is like this?

The question is to cook too much.

To the right of the living room is the dining room.

Further to the right is the kitchen.

It just happened to be a straight road.

Large two-metre-high refrigerator.

There are a lot of ingredients, drinks, and snacks stuffed inside.

It can be seen that my aunt will also get by.

When busy in the kitchen.

As long as you turn your head, you can see the big beautiful woman lying in the living room.

Jiang Cheng magically felt that it was a bit like two people.

In half an hour, three dishes and one soup are done.

Smell the scent of the poem whispering.

I've already touched it.

Sit opposite each other.

Poetry whispers and eats elegantly.

Holding a bowl in his left hand and picking up a chopstick in his right hand.

Sent to the ruddy little mouth.

The lips are tightly closed, and the cheeks are chewing slowly.

No annoying chirping sounds.

It looks very pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Cheng had a great appetite.

Brush brush brush is a big mouthful.

It is to chew like this, and the meal is fragrant.

"What's the hurry, and no one is robbing you."

"The main reason is that my aunt is too beautiful and delicious."

"Is that how you use it?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Peel a shrimp for me."

"I'm too lazy for you."

Seeing that Jiangcheng did not move.

The poem whispers and the mouth is slightly upturned.

"Half of you."

"No, I don't eat your saliva."

Jiang Cheng naturally knew how his aunt divided it in half.

It's nothing more than the head that she nibbles off the most flesh.

Then leave the meaty tail to him.

"Hmph, remember your words."

"Remember, remember."

The stubborn Jiang Cheng still doesn't know what sweetness is.

When you experience it later, you will know that you will regret it.

After eating, I played for a while.

The two went back to their rooms to rest.

On idle days, sleep is the most comfortable.

Sleep until dark.

Looking at the dark bedroom, a sense of loneliness hits.

Poetry whispering has become accustomed to it.

Knead your loose hair.

dragged his listless long legs to the kitchen.

Looking for a glass of water to drink.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Jiang Cheng busy in the kitchen.

Moment.

Poetry whispers that it is really good to have a man in the family.

There is a solace in my heart, and I can be lazy.

Girls don't always say:

Let your best friend have a son to play?

Seems interesting!

Had dinner.

It was less than half past seven.

Jiang Cheng stayed in front of the computer, ready to broadcast live.

The bedrooms are huge.

At the end of the bed, by the window, set up a table for live broadcasting.

Not crowded at all.

The poem whispers as soon as it comes in.

Smack.

threw himself into Jiang Cheng's bed.

A little hand.

Pull the quilt over to cover your tummy.

A girl's tummy can't catch a cold.

Despite being a two-meter bed.

But the poem whispers that the height of 1.75 meters is also very tall.

The little feet reached directly to the end of the bed.

Jiang Cheng can be seen with a slight tilt of his head.

Estimated.

It seemed to be about the length of his palm.

Can you hold it with one hand?

Uh-huh?

Tamako who released the poisonous chicken soup.

has promised to connect with Jiang Cheng tonight.

When the time came, Jiang Cheng turned on the live broadcast.

"The sound is ready, open and open."

"What is a sound? I sat directly in my little brother's arms. ”

"Are you stealing my place upstairs?"

"Pick up soap for me."

“......”

Jiang Cheng cleared his throat.

"At 40 minutes, we started to connect the microphones."

"Everyone, don't be impatient."

"Let me brew my emotions first."

Say 40 minutes with a microphone.

But Jiang Cheng waited until 8 o'clock.

It dragged on for 20 minutes.

It's enough for Lao Wang to go back and forth.

The 8 o'clock microphone connection was successful.

The screen in the live broadcast room is divided into two halves.

On the left is Jiangcheng.

The girl on the right is dressed up in a bewitching way.

This makeup is so thick that even a hole has been filled.

Tamako lowered her head and applied nail polish carelessly.

He didn't lift his eyelids.

Opening the mouth is a duck's voice.

"If the kid wants to rub the heat, think of a good way."

"Don't be red for the sake of black and red."

"It's not a long-term solution, you can't grasp it."

Hear this.

Jiang Cheng wanted to laugh.

Although she has hundreds of thousands more fans than him.

But will this teach him a lesson?

No way.

Jiang Cheng tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It's a bit of a drag!

It's funny to watch the poems whispering on the live broadcast.

"I'll show you a video first, and then I'll watch it."

Jiang Cheng, who had been prepared for a long time, clicked on the video with the highest number of views in Yuzi.

With that face that has been dressed for a long time and can barely be seen.

Tamako made a lot of nonsense in the video.

"Sisters, I tell you what true love is."

"The first kind of boy, he can give you a mountain of gold, you can squander it, and he is willing to spoil you."

"The second type of boy treats you as the most important person and is willing to give you his life."

"The third type of boy, even if you are empathetic and don't fall in love, can sincerely bless you and hope you have a better life."

"If you can't find a boy like that."

"Then you are single, don't spoil yourself."

"Feelings without a monetary basis are stupid."

"Not only is it a waste of time, it's a waste of money, it's a waste of your flesh."

Watching the live broadcast of poetry in bed whispered, my eyes widened when I listened to it.

Boy.

She's also a girl.

Why has there never been such an awesome idea?

The sharp-eyed Jiang Cheng glanced at the small expression of the poem's whispering.

It seems that the aunt also disagrees with what Yu'er said.

There is a support from an aunt's expression.

Jiang Cheng became more confident.

He immediately opened his mouth and was angry.

"It's all money when you open your mouth and close your mouth."

"All you have in your eyes is money."

"Feelings that don't have a monetary basis are a waste of flesh?"

"I'm afraid you didn't come out to sell."

"Don't talk, you're dirty with my ears."

Seeing Yu'er, she wanted to speak.

Jiang Cheng immediately interrupted.

Continue to export.

Don't give her a chance to interject at all.

"Give you Jinshan, give you life, and bless you to empathize and don't fall in love."

"The overbearing president doesn't dare to write like this, I'm afraid you're not living in a dream, you really think you're a princess?"

"Call you a little fairy, do you really think that you are from heaven and earth?"

"I'll just ask you if you have a work ethic?"

"And wasted your flesh?"

"Don't people give money?"

As he spoke, Jiang Cheng suddenly realized.

The dog food class has started: you can't rush emotional matters, take your time, get to know each other well, and don't pay too much attention to money!