"What, go to Cheng's house as a guest?"

In Picksie's apartment in London, Rosie cried out.

While picking out clothes, Pixie said casually: "Mrs. Cheng taught me how to cook before, and I promised her that I would take you over to visit." ”

"And she didn't say anything?" Rosie asked.

Pixie was trying on her jacket and looking in front of the mirror, frowning slightly, then took it off and turned to face Rossi.

"Mrs. Cheng is very good, I have learned cooking skills from her for so long, I can't help but express my gratitude. Don't you have an old saying, courtesy is still exchanged. ”

"Luo, what do you think I should wear tomorrow?"

Rosie, who had seen the infinite scenery, leaned against the door and said, "It's good to be simple and decent, that white windbreaker and boots are good, good-looking and warm." ”

Pixie was a little frustrated, standing in front of her boyfriend wearing only underwear, and he was actually discussing with himself what to wear tomorrow.

She even wondered if she wasn't attractive enough to attract her boyfriend's attention.

"Then you can help me pick it!"

Pixie hugged Rossi's arm and rubbed her chest.

Rosie went to the cloakroom, pulled her hand out of Pixie's arms, and carefully selected clothes.

"It's just this dress, put it in such a conspicuous position, don't you see it?"

Pixie was a little angry, snatched the clothes with a little emotion, and tried on the clothes with complicated thoughts.

The two have been together for almost a year, their relationship is stable, there are no contradictions, everything is good, and they are just the last step.

As a woman, Pixie gave all the hints she could, but Rossi didn't seem to pay attention.

Are Oriental men so reserved?

"Luo, let's have a drink in the evening, it's hard to take a vacation."

Since she doesn't take the initiative, then the old lady will take the initiative.

There won't be a game for a few days, and having a little alcohol doesn't make a difference, Rossi nodded in agreement.

Picxie, who seemed to have a pair of demon wings growing on her back, went to the living room bar in high spirits, ignored the wine, and took a bottle of high-altitude whiskey.

See if I can't drink you tonight?

Pixie knew that Rosie rarely drank, and it was easy to put him down.

In order to make it easier to eat, Pixie also added auxiliary ingredients such as juice lemon to remove the strength of the wine itself.

"You can also make cocktails?" Rosie was a little surprised, and it smelled good.

Just learned, enough to put you down.

"Luo, cheers!"

"Cheers, it tastes good!"

Drink, drink, the better it tastes, the better it gets.

Cocktails were glass after glass, and Pixie's consciousness slowly became a lake.

By the time she regained consciousness, it was almost noon, and she was lying on the huge bed, and the quilt beside her was cold.

It seems that Rosie has been up for a long time.

And she could vaguely smell the smell of food.

Oh, no, wait!

Didn't you want to get Rosie drunk last night, why did you lie down first.

And there is a surging fragrance on the body, have you taken a bath?

When and why I am not impressed at all!

What really happened last night?

At mealtime, Pixie hesitated before she mustered up the courage to ask about what had happened last night.

It turned out that Pixie was drunk, clamoring to wash incense and sleep with Rosie.

Rosie had no choice but to do it for her and then carry her back to the bed.

Pixie, who was already a little embarrassed, instantly turned her little face bright red as blood.

It's over, this time there is no image at all.

"Luo, don't you don't drink, why were you so powerful last night?"

Rosie scooped a bowl of warm porridge and said, "If you don't drink it, it doesn't mean you can't drink it, my family used to make wine." ”

In the afternoon, the two went to the home of Cheng Dong, the owner of Cheng's Hotel.

Rossi drove like an old driver, through the streets of London.

Although it is already winter, the streets are still bustling with activity.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a villa.

"So fast?" Pixie was a little surprised, and said, "Luo, you are very familiar with the streets of London!" ”

"I grew up in London, and I only went to Lyster after university. ”

Before the two came to the apartment and knocked on the door, Pixie took out her mobile phone and said, "Mrs. Cheng gave me a temporary password, let me come in directly when I arrive, I'll look for ......"

Drip, drip, drip~

Ding Dong!

The door is open.

Pixie looked stunned and said, "Luo, how do you know the temporary password, did you peek at my phone last night?" ”

Rosie touched her head and said, "Silly girl, I haven't seen anything about you, go in!" ”

Pixie thought back to the embarrassing scene last night, and her pretty face turned red again.

The Chinese-style courtyard, although small, but the pavilion rockery flower garden, all available, chic and staggered, and another interest.

"Mr. Cheng's family, the quality of life is quite elegant." Pixie couldn't help but compliment.

To be able to arrange the courtyard so exquisitely, you must have the pursuit of life, and you must be open-minded.

After Pixie rang the doorbell, a voice came from the loudspeaker at the door: "Cheng family, may I ask who it is?" ”

"Mrs. Cheng, it's me!"

"Oh, it's Miss Lott, please come in!"

Click!

After the door of the house slowly opened, the hall was covered by a Chinese screen.

After the two walked around, Rosie took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to them.

"Luo, this is too rude!" Pixie stopped: "Without the owner's consent, how can you mess with other people's shoe cabinets?" ”

Rosie said while changing her shoes: "If you don't change your shoes, wouldn't it be even more rude for you to go in like this?" ”

"But you have to get the owner's consent!"

At this time, Mrs. Cheng came over and said with a smile: "Miss Lot, come in, you're welcome, just treat it as your own home!" ”

Rosie made a look of "I'll say it" and said, "Pixie picked out some fruit and gifts for you." ”

Mrs. Cheng ignored him, walked straight towards Pixie, and said, "Put it in the kitchen, I want to talk to Miss Lotter." ”

And just like that, Rossi was sent to the kitchen.

"Is Mr. Cheng not here?" Pixie asked.

Cheng Taidao: "He won't come back until later." Let my girl and Rosie get dinner, and you can talk with me for a while. ”

Let guests cook?

Chinese are not hospitable, how to let guests cook, and take it for granted.

However, if Rossi's food can be recognized by the Cheng family, isn't it just to add glory to his face?

"However, I'm worried that he's ......"

"Don't worry, let them young people do the whole, my girl is not bad at cooking."

Where am I worried about this, I am worried about him and your girl.

I haven't even cooked with Luo yet.

Pixie was a little jealous, stretching her neck from time to time to look in the direction of the kitchen.

Absent-minded, she pretended to go to the bathroom and secretly ran to the kitchen.

Rosie and Mrs. Cheng's daughter seem to have a good chat, and the distance between the two is still a little close.

"Miss Lott, come!" Mrs. Cheng stopped her, "I have an old record here." A-Yao, bring us two cups of coffee. ”

"Okay, Mom!"

After a while, Mrs. Cheng's daughter finally appeared.

The daughter of the Cheng family looked very quiet, tied up a high ponytail, and said in a gentle tone: "Miss Lot, your coffee!" ”

Pixie stared at her, even thinking that such a girl must be very popular at school.

Could it be that Rosie likes such a quiet traditional Oriental woman?

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