Qiao Weitang bit him angrily,

He's not the same at all, and she's always thought he was a little milk dog.

The kind that is soft and cute and cute.

Outcome......

She is a beautiful girl with an outstanding posture and strength like a cow, and she is so tired that she can't even lift her arms.

When I see him, I want to fight, I want to bite, I want to kick.

Die, dog man.

The dog man was holding his mobile phone and swiping Meituan takeaway, "Hungry or not?" ”

Slender white fingers tugging at his hair and playing,

"Hungry."

He swiped across the screen, "What do you want to eat?" ”

Qiao Weitang thought for a while and blinked slightly, "Don't eat takeout, you have to make it for me yourself." ”

Jiang Tong raised his eyebrows slightly,

The cooking skills of the two of them are honest, half a catty and eight taels,

He didn't know why Qiao Weitang wanted to eat the food he cooked, but she could eat whatever she wanted.

He smiled slightly, dimples casting a shallow shadow in the sunlight, "Okay, I'll do it." ”

The elegant noble son was willing to wash his hands and make soup for her.

Qiao Weitang finally thought about it and said, "Forget it, there is no food at home, and I have to go to the vegetable market." ”

Jiang Tong said: "I'll go, you wait for me at home." ”

Qiao Weitang was slightly stunned.

She couldn't help but want to laugh just by imagining Jiang Tong going to the vegetable market, being squeezed around by a group of aunts, like a weak and helpless child.

"If you don't eat it, who knows what the hell you've made, you're young, it's not good to live."

Jiang Tong reached out and scratched the tip of her small nose,

"Why doesn't talking count?"

Hearing this, Qiao Weitang thought about her current appearance, like Lin Daiyu, and it wasn't all because of him.

She got up slightly, tugging at his ears, her white earlobes flushed at her fingertips,

"You still have the face to say? The last 100 million times? ”

The word "100 million" was specially emphasized.

The fair-skinned and delicate young man was slightly stunned, understood what she was talking about, and couldn't help but smile lowly.

The voice was not as clear as usual, with a faint hoarse and low voice.

The young man's eyelashes are long, his cheeks are white, his eyes are stained with polish, his dimples are deep, and he is coquettish at her low,

"I was wrong."

Qiao Weitang was stunned,

Why does he look like he is moisturized, and the whole person is radiated with moist colors from the inside out,

Who the hell got on it!

In the end, Jiang Tong couldn't resist Qiao Weitang and decided that the two of them would go home first.

She always felt uneasy in this room, for fear that the door would be pushed open in a moment.

Jiang Tong got up and dressed her personally,

Qiao Weitang: !

He deliberately lifted his long hair, revealing a fair and slender neck, and his skin was soft and a little red.

chuckled, "Shame on what?" Where didn't you touch it last night? ”

Qiao Weitang covered it with a quilt in shame, and scolded him angrily, "Get out, you." ”

The boy's eyelashes twitched, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

put all her clothes in front of her, pursed her lips a little aggrieved, and obediently stopped talking.

Qiao Weitang couldn't cry or laugh, and got dressed herself.

The aqua blue skirt swayed on the floor, and the chiffon yarn revealed the sheen of marble.

When she saw this dress, her face turned red inexplicably.

Jiang Tong picked it up and folded it, and took it away with the clothes he usually wore in the cabinet.

She stammered a little and said, "Still, take it, take it away?" ”

"Bring it." The young man opened his beautiful eyes, "You had to ...... yesterday"

He paused, and a mysterious smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, "Were you really drunk yesterday?" ”

Qiao Weitang: "......"

She pretended not to understand and said, "Then bring it back, bring it back for you to wear." ”

Jiang Tong: ?