probably didn't expect that Su Qingluan thought for a long time, and suddenly held back the words "hand over to the family", Mu Xingzhi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

It is not the smile that is usually hung on the face, and the face does not change color when Mount Tai collapses in front of it, but a more vivid and bright smile that represents "emotional pleasure" and should really be interpreted by "smile".

Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with some surprise: "You smiled!" ”

Her expression was too surprised, as if she had seen something rare, which made Mu Xingzhi can't help but ask, "Am I smiling very little?" ”

Su Qingluan shook his head: "This smile is different from your usual smile. ”

Mu Xingzhi didn't ask rhetorically, but there was an inquiring meaning in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to explain, "What's the difference." ”

This kind of process of concretizing "feelings" into words still requires some effort, Su Qingluan lowered his head and thought for a while, before saying: "Maybe I don't feel accurate, but your usual smile gives me a feeling that is more like a 'social expression', that is, the kind of expression that hangs on the face for the sake of politeness." ”

After thinking about it, she shook her head again: "Maybe it's not just for politeness, but when you smile like you normally, it will make people wonder what you're thinking, like ...... It's like putting on a mask called 'Smile'. Su Qingluan tried to use specific words to describe the feeling she perceived.

"But this time is different," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi again, "I can feel that you are really amused and laughing happily, although it is ......" Her voice lowered again, pouting, "Maybe my thoughts are really a little strange, that's why you laugh." ”

In short, I was amused by her strange brain circuits, right?

But can she be blamed for that? No, I can't! She is separated from everyone in this era by a thousand 800 generations, so it's natural that her thoughts are inconsistent or something, right?

However, this kind of thing can't be said to be killed, so Su Qingluan can only silently make a strange thing, which is too aggrieved.

After all, the image that he may have in Mu Xingzhi's mind is most likely a guy with strange thinking, how can this impression not be considered "excellent", right?

However, Su Qingluan learned all kinds of spiritual victory methods after she fell ill in her previous life, such as now, although she feels that she is most likely not a tall image in the other party's mind, but on the other hand, this kind of character has a high safety index, so she doesn't have to be afraid of being suspicious anytime and anywhere!

Seeing that the thoughts of the person on the other side didn't know where to go, Mu Xingzhi slapped his palm lightly in front of Su Qingluan, and summoned Su Qingluan's lost soul back: "You can run away when you talk, Qingluan, what's wrong with you today?" ”

Su Qingluan endured it, and couldn't help yawning: "Actually, it's because I basically stayed up for most of the night because I cooked zongzi the night before yesterday, although I went to bed early yesterday, I also got up early today!" ”

What's more, he also received a large wave of "spiritual attacks" in the morning, and now sitting in Mu Xing's house, listening to the other party's gentle and comfortable voice, Su Qingluan felt drowsy.

But intellectually she knew that it was not a wise decision to go to bed at this time, so she tried to stay awake as much as possible.

However, regardless of how intellectually it is, mental and physical exhaustion exists objectively, and it is not what the mind wants, so although Su Qingluan barely managed to fall asleep without closing his eyes, it was difficult for his spirit to stay focused, and he began to think about it at every turn.

Hearing Su Qingluan mention zongzi, both of them remembered that Su Qingluan's zongzi hadn't been opened yet, so Mu Xingzhi asked, "I haven't had lunch yet, do you want Qingluan to use a little together?" ”

Su Qingluan's little bit of food in the morning had already been almost consumed by tossing back and forth in the morning, and when he heard Mu Xingzhi's invitation, he immediately nodded from the goodness, then looked at the man opposite, and asked with a somewhat cautious taste: "You...... I don't like to eat anything too sweet, right? ”

Mu Xingzhi felt that when the girl on the other side asked this question, the tone of his words was cautious and tentative that he thought he had hidden well, which made him can't help but habitually turn the words on the tip of his tongue a few more times, and then nodded after a while: "Well, that's the case, but if it's a delicious dessert, it won't be too repulsive." ”

Is this a probe of your own taste habits? The man thinks: But it seems to be subtly different from those who used to be flattering or suspicious.

Su Qingluan only knew that the man opposite had regained that "Cloud Light Breeze" brand smile, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

But if she had any superpowers similar to "mind-reading ability", she would definitely explain to Mu Xingzhi speechlessly: "Although I want to know your tastes, I don't want to speculate about your living habits, but ...... I want to pull a potentially not-so-determined sweet party into the camp of my own salty party! ”

The salty party, never admit defeat!

Mu Xingzhi called Songbo in, and everyone ate zongzi together - although the master and slave had already eaten zongzi in the morning, it was still the same sentence, Su Qingluan's product must be a high-quality product.

"I said......" Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi still sitting in a wheelchair, and glanced him up and down, "If you have already eaten zongzi in the morning, you should eat less, after all, this thing is not easy to digest." ”

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan: "I thought that compared to Songbo, I was still young and strong?" ”

"What's the use of being young!" Su Qingluan is now in a semi-wandering state, and her mouth is easy to not have too many doors—although she has fewer and fewer doors in front of Mu Xingzhi, "You are young, but you sit still every day!" ”

In the previous life, many young people in their twenties and even teenagers spread out on the sofa all day long, playing games and chasing dramas, and climbing the stairs were not even as good as some uncles and aunts in their fifties and sixties.

Su Qingluan looked at the person in front of him and was a little disgusted: Although he was pretending to be sick, he sat in a wheelchair like this every day, what was the difference between him and those "sofa potatoes" in later generations?

If you really get married in the future, do you want to give him a yoga or other exercise to enhance your physical strength?

I have to say that judging from the size alone, Mu Xingzhi really looks like a weak chicken and waste wood.

Su Qingluan's expression couldn't be said to be straightforward, it was simply clear, especially when she glanced at Mu Xingzhi and then at Song Bo, focusing on the arms and legs of the two for a long time.

At least from the point of view of appearance, Mu Xingzhi, who is slender and slender, is a complete failure!

Somber wants to turn himself into a quail: it's none of his business!