Fu Chengque was a little more flustered when he came out of the bathroom, half believing Wen Yu's words, half not believing.

According to Wen Yu's temperament, he must have teased her, even if he didn't have it today, he would say that there was, otherwise, he couldn't make a sudden attack, and the daily life of the faint king suddenly began.

She didn't want to manipulate her plan in a panic and ruin her many days of trouble.

I have to guard against it, I have to guard against it.

Wen Yu had already returned to her house, and the smell of food slipped through the door, and she was hungry.

From her own house to the Wen family, the former empress had already adjusted her mentality, with a natural and casual expression on her face. When he entered the Wen family, he sat down at the dinner table and knocked the dishes and chopsticks with a clang.

"Hungry, hungry, hungry......"

She shouted.

Wen Yu walked out of the kitchen, holding two plates of dishes, with a fake fierce look in his eyes: "What are you knocking, your father didn't teach you not to knock on the dishes and chopsticks, right?" ”

"O'...... I was wrong. ”

"Yes, you can bend and stretch."

Wen Yu put on a warm smile, put the dishes on the table, and said, "It is worthy of being a Qiao'er who can be both an empress and a maid." ”

As soon as these words came out, Fu Chengque's face turned red as soon as she "poofed", and the strength she was holding back broke on the spot, Wen Yu's words of just a dozen words, she didn't even know which word to start complaining and refuting. I had to take advantage of Wen Yu's busy work in the kitchen, and hummed at the dinner table, "The empress is right", "I'm not a maid", "Don't call me Qiao'er", the momentum is gone, and the face is still stubborn.

When Wen Yu was also on the table to eat, she peeked at the young man in front of her while playing a drum in her heart.

Wen Yu didn't know what she was thinking. Fu Chengque looks big on weekdays, but his face is not thick, this kind of thing should be on the lips, and the body may not be able to accept it.

Now sitting firmly here, under the buttocks has long been like sitting on pins and needles and trying to run.

He took a look, laughed at her twisted appearance, and said to her leniently: "Don't look at it, let's eat, and then consider whether to be a faint gentleman after buying fruit." ”

Anyway, I can't run away from serving in one day, and if I come back late in the afternoon, then I will postpone it until tomorrow morning—

How about the service of waking up the orange finch of the green plum?

When the thought suddenly came to him, his heart suddenly surged-

Can!

A must!

……

Fu Orange Sparrow didn't relax at all.

She only felt that this would lengthen her sentence again, and it was better to give her a stab!

But Wen Yu said this, and she couldn't support anything - that's it today, whatever he said was what it was.

Miserable!

On the hard rest day, I always feel more flustered and thrilling than the second-model exam......

She ate the rice slowly, feeding the rice grains into her mouth one by one, and wondered in her heart:

Delay a little longer, so that when you come back after buying fruit, your parents will also come back, and the day of serving the faint king will definitely not be today.

What a plan.

However, with such a look, Wen Yu could see at once that she was dragging her time.

He reached out his chopsticks and tapped on the edge of the bowl of Fu Orange Sparrow, and teased: "How long does it take you to peck rice, I will be a faint king for as long as you want." ”

The former empress was shocked, and hurriedly pulled the rice, feeling miserable.

Looking at Wen Yu's posture, he didn't run today.

After eating, Wen Yu washed the dishes and came out, and went to the balcony to dry his clothes. ”

Wen Yu smiled: "Of course not!" This is the preparation in the early stage. ”

"Then I'm not at a loss!"

"Where is the loss, you don't eat the fruit?"

"I don't eat it!"

"Nonsense, when the time comes, I will be a faint king, and I will definitely want you to eat fruit, so do you have to eat it?"

“…… Yes? ”

Wen Yu continued: "Then since you have eaten it, do you have to buy it together today?" Did you buy me food? No, you buy it for yourself! Your own business, you don't do it yourself? ”

“……”

Yikes.

It seems to be the truth!

Fu Chengque pondered for a while, and bowed his head slightly: "Okay...... Then go for it. ”

What do you always think is weird?

There was a slight weirdness in my heart that quickly disappeared under the rippling spring breeze, and the wind outside was cool, and the spring cold was still in full bloom. But the wind was also mixed with a few layers of grass and the smell of leaves, and the sound of rolling was in the ears, and there was a faint sound of insects.

On the way to the fruit store, she walked neither fast nor slow, her eyes looked back, and Wen Yu followed slowly, not in a hurry.

The pattern of the road ahead suddenly turned into a large stone slab, and the boxy grid provoked an impulse on her.

With her hands behind her back, she began to jump on the grid, saying as she went, "Do you like spring?" ”

"Okay."

"And you like summer?"

"It's okay."

"Huh? Do you like autumn the most? ”

"So-so."

"No, winter ......"

"It's okay."

"Which one do you like best?"

"Spring."

"I just asked you, and you said, 'It's okay'!"

"Because I suddenly liked today."

Fu Orange Finch jumped into a slate lattice and said, "I like it too!" Then he stood still in it for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to look for the next grid.

When he didn't find it, he shouted, "Oh, there's no grid!" I won! ”

She took a soft breath and walked to keep up with Wen Yu's steps.

"You're waiting for me!"

There are a few customers outside the fruit shop on weekends, not much. The fruits on the market now are either greenhouses or leftovers from the Spring Festival, and there are not many types.

As soon as Fu Chengque arrived, his eyes began to roll, and the opposite of other customers was: people came to find what they liked, and they liked it when they found it; She also came to find what she wanted, but when she found it, she would be sad.

Bananas, grapes, ...... That's a lot!

Domestic, imported, varied, faint Jun Wen Yu gave birth to a good era, feeding a banana and eating grapes have tricks.

And what oranges, mangoes, pineapples......

It's over, I can't run away!

Now I hope Wen Yu can choose the same normal one, the banana is better, and the peel is at least a little apart......

Wen Yu didn't look at the fruit, his expression in Fu Orange Sparrow, the expression that changed in that short period of time was really interesting. She must have been thinking about which fruit was her torture instrument today.

How interesting.

Just looking at her panicked look is very funny.

After a while, Fu Chengque finally looked over, and when she made eye contact with him, she was surprised that someone had been looking at her for a long time.

"Y-what do you see me doing......" she asked, taking a half-step back.

"I'm wondering what I'm going to eat." Wen Yu said with a smile.

"Oh! I think...... Banana nice! ”

He bowed his head, "Indeed! Peeled the skin and handed it over, there was a very peculiar feeling, not bad, good, chosen! ”

"Okay! It's bananas! ”

Fu orange finch is overjoyed.

But seeing that Wen Yu still had a smile on his face, he chuckled violently in his heart!

I heard the young man say slowly, "Let me think about it, what should I eat again......"

The girl's eyes widened.

Wen Yu looked at it and read in an extremely teasing tone: "I didn't say it, only eat one......"

……

The two people who came back from the fruit shop carried two packets of fruits, which were quite varied.

Fruity and sweet.

After returning home and putting things in the refrigerator, Wen Yu clapped his hands and turned around to sit on the sofa in the living room. Fu Chengque stood aside, like a little maid who made a mistake in the ancient landlord's house, timid.

And the evil landlord Wen Yu not only did not have the slightest mercy, but raised his smile even more, he put his arms on the back of the sofa, Erlang's legs were cocked, and he became arrogant:

"Maid! What about my maid! My slaves! ”

(End of chapter)