Jiang Yu looked at the chicken leg she handed over, didn't stretch out his hand, and was silently inhaled by her words.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zhong Shaoyu paused: "Oh, I know." ”

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up slightly.

"I almost forgot, you love to be clean," Zhong Shaoyu took off a piece of oiled paper to wrap the chicken leg and handed it to him again: "Okay, so that you won't get your hands dirty." ”

Jiang Yu thought of the hope that just came out of his heart, just like a joke, and his face instantly became gloomy: "Go out." ”

How do you say that changing your face is changing your face?

Zhong Shaoyu blinked, thinking that he didn't say the wrong thing and did the wrong thing.

She's so considerate and meticulous, what's he not satisfied with?

Zhong Shaoyu didn't go out, and put the chicken leg back into the lotus leaf on the table, "Then wait until you want to eat it." ”

She took the lotus leaf back untouched, quietly looked at Jiang Yu, and saw that his face was still not very good-looking, but he didn't continue to drive her away, so she looked around the room: "I'll help you make a bed." ”

Jiang Yu ignored her at all.

Zhong Shaoyu acquiesced to him, walked to the bed and helped him lay out the futon, and when she was busy, she turned back to observe him secretly, and found that the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes had dissipated a lot, although it was still the kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away, but it was a lot less angry.

The big devil is really uncertain enough.

The temper comes inexplicably, and the scattered ones are inexplicable.

Zhong Shaoyu muttered in his heart, dragged the sheets, and saw that there were no creases at all, so he clapped his hands as if he was done, turned around and said, "It's done." ”

Jiang Yu treated her as air, but still didn't speak.

Zhong Shaoyu sat opposite him, poured a cup of tea, took a breath, and looked up at Jiang Yu, "Eh, do you think I'm so good-looking?" ”

As her voice settled, Jiang Yu glanced at her coldly, and then couldn't take her eyes off.

The clothes on the girl's body turned into a bright red wedding dress, lining her already fair skin as if glowing.

Zhong Shaoyu had long been accustomed to Jiang Yu's silence, and she changed her clothes again, still wearing a bright red wedding dress: "What about this set?" ”

Between the words, she changed again.

In the end, she changed back into her original clothes, dragged her chin, and looked at Jiang Yu who was looking at her intently with a smile: "Which one do you like?" ”

Jiang Yu suddenly came to his senses, lowered his eyelashes, as if to hide something: "Bored." ”

Zhong Shaoyu frowned, and pouted dissatisfiedly: "You choose one." ”

Jiang Yu looked away, "Don't choose." ”

After a pause, he added, "It's all ugly." ”

“……”

Zhong Shaoyu was silent for a moment, ignoring his ridicule: "Forget it, don't worry about your old man, I'll choose by myself." ”

As he spoke, there was an extra tray on the table, on which was placed a neatly folded wedding dress.

Zhong Shaoyu stared at the wedding dress and thought for a while, then read a few words in his mouth, and then there was another set of jewelry on the table that matched the wedding dress: "Okay, it's all now." ”

Jiang Yu glanced at the things she tossed out, as if he really thought she was bored, and snorted lightly with a bit of mockery.

Zhong Shaoyu didn't bother with him, she checked it in a pile of festive and luxurious wedding dresses, and added a red hijab, then raised her head and looked at Jiang Yu opposite: "Jiang Yu." ”

Jiang Yu looked at her nonchalantly.

Facing his gaze, Zhong Shaoyu said again: "Let's get married." ”