Wan Li didn't care about her skin, but she also knew that her appearance took advantage of her closeness in the eyes of others.

But he didn't understand why he was so interested in her who didn't look amazing.

"It doesn't hurt, it squeaks." Zhao Chengcheng yawned, sleepy tears, she used the tiger's mouth to brush the tight calf, the skin under the palm was sometimes slippery and sometimes awkward, and the gods admired by the immortals also had long leg hair, and the hair was as thick and hard as the old men.

After pressing two cups of tea, he said that it didn't hurt, and Zhao Chengcheng was already drowsy.

In order not to get up in the middle of the night, Zhao Chengcheng made an exception to boil pork bone soup for Wan Li: "You lack calcium in your life, drink it." ”

"I heard that someone on West Street learned your dishes and opened a shop, and you didn't let you go over to find a venue." Wan Li doesn't leave the house, listens to all directions, and can't hide the trivial things in the town.

Zhao Chengcheng didn't answer, but asked, "You suddenly care about what my industry does." ”

"Ask for Hongmengzhu." Wan Li gave her an unexpected answer, and Zhao Chengcheng thought that this guy would just say casually.

She was speechless for a while, turned the corner and couldn't help but quip: "Then she has to be a girl to be qualified to ask." ”

Zhao Chengcheng finished speaking, the person drinking the soup pinched the porcelain spoon, the two sat face to face, there were three dishes and one soup on the table, all from the woman's hand, the afternoon sun sprinkled on the steps in front of the door, the black and shiny hen led the briquette-like chick to pass by, no matter how you look at it, it is the daily life of ordinary couples raising their eyebrows, Wan Li just wanted to ridicule, and suddenly remembered her ridicule in the main hall, and suddenly came to his senses, how could he fall into such an unbearable situation.

Addicted to ......

"I'm going to disappoint you." He suddenly turned cold, because he had to admit a fact, but it was only at the beginning that he had time to withdraw, and he suddenly stood up, his eyes became cold: "You eat slowly." After saying that, he walked away quickly.

"This person turns his face faster than he turns a book." Zhao Chengcheng pouted, she was not used to it, and poured the soup and rice bran in the bowl to the hen.

At dinner, the man didn't come out yet, and after Zhao Chengcheng knocked on the door and no one answered, she didn't bother herself, and left the small courtyard with the food box, for three or four days in a row, the two didn't pay attention to each other, and even the dull tube didn't notice that something was wrong.

"Uncle, if you have a temper with the boss, you can't push people out, right?" squatted outside the door of the guest room, munching melon seeds and muttering to himself: "The young master of the dart game is not as good-looking as you, but he can't stand the sweetness of people's mouths, and he exaggerates that the big guy is confused." ”

"Hey, three meals a day of ginseng soup, how attentive."

Three meals a day, heh, it's really a baby, he opened his eyes suddenly, put his clenched fists on his knees, ignored him, turned his head and stuck to Xiao Qinglang, okay, Zhao Chengcheng, you are very good.

He seems to have forgotten that he is the one who takes the initiative to stir up trouble, and he has forgotten what he said before that he should not indulge in.

It's noon.

"Where are you going?" She held her breath for a long time, and when she heard her footsteps out of the kitchen, she couldn't help but open the window, and the sudden sound startled the person carrying the food box.

Zhao Chengcheng patted his heart: "Sick." ”

"You don't know if you're sick or not." He also learned her yin and yang weirdness.

"I don't know." Zhao Chengcheng has a bad temper, and he is the one who goes back directly.

Wan Li's face was tense, and he knew that he couldn't come hard, so he staggered his gaze and said, "Hongmengzhu is hungry." ”

"Then go out and find something to eat yourself." Zhao Chengcheng threw down his words, strode towards the courtyard gate, staring at the person who left, Wan Li was annoyed, he took the initiative to whisper She still didn't give herself a good face, and her temper also came up, and she closed the window, and after a while, she regretted her impulsiveness.

But the man was gone, and there was nothing he could do but be angry.

Zhao Chengcheng came back after delivering the soup, and stopped him before he entered the door: "Boss, you're back, if you don't come back, your home will burn down." ”

Burn!

As soon as he reminded her, she really smelled a burning smell wafting in the air, and sniffled, the smell came from her own home, Zhao Chengcheng kicked open the courtyard door, and at a glance at the courtyard, the wall of the kitchen was burned black.

Zhao Chengcheng's face was hideous, and he grabbed a tube: "Who will make trouble." ”

A tube hurt and hurriedly broke away: "It's my uncle, my uncle cooked by himself and burned the kitchen." ”

"Boss, you can't starve the house flowers to death for the sake of wild flowers." After speaking, a tube of oil on the soles of her feet ran away, Zhao Chengcheng looked at the kitchen that had gone through the fire, it turned out to be him, she was helpless, and when she saw the gray-faced Yan who was sitting in the guest room, the rest was speechless.

The long satin-like hair was burned by the fire, and the ends of the hair were curled, the face was pieced, and the clothes were even blacker, Zhao Chengcheng sighed and turned to leave.

The man sitting on the bed suddenly lifted his eyes, his eyes were dead, and the light was gone, she really didn't have a heart.

I didn't even want to scold.

Wan Li covered his stomach, not knowing who was sad, which made his heart sour: "Your mother has no heart, and she doesn't even want to scold you." ”

The Hongmengzhu in his stomach resonated with him, as if to say, it was you who made my mother angry and dragged me down, and she retorted: "She starved you for a few days, and you still said that she had you in her heart." ”

"She'd rather be close to the wild man three times a day than ask you a word."

"She doesn't have you in her heart."

"What are you muttering?" Zhao Chengcheng came in with a basin of water, she turned a stool to the side of the bed with her feet, and put down the basin: "Some don't have it, how old are you, can't you clean up yourself." "Dirty sells miserably, just his style, it's also dedicated.

Wan Li didn't expect her to suddenly turn back, her cheeks were hot with embarrassment, she lowered her head and held her chest, and after a long time, she buzzed out a few words: "I'm sorry, the kitchen is burning." This time, he tried to relent.

"You can't cook, you can't go out to eat."

"You're not letting me out." The voice was full of grievances.

"Lift your face up." Zhao Chengcheng was so choked that she couldn't answer, she wrung a towel to wipe his face, she was very serious and gentle, and she was distracted for a while.

"Aren't you a god, it's not a recipe for putting out fires?"

Wan Li pursed his lips, he forgot, he panicked when he saw the kitchen on fire, afraid that she would be unhappy and drive him away, so he was busy putting out the fire, and then he broke in with his brother to help, and the immortal method was inconvenient to use even if he remembered it.

The people came that night, and they greeted the cold and warmed up to the unattainable, and the god with an unpredictable temperament sat at the dining table, sipping and drinking stewed pork ribs with lotus root.

"Hongmeng Zhu's fetus is ruddy, please rest assured." The old man's hand in the hanging pot shook on Wan Li's stomach like a four-dimensional color ultrasound machine, and immediately beeped and typed the result: "The god is in good health." ”

Unharmed, Zhao Chengcheng thought to himself: Wan Li's proper ectopic pregnancy case, no harm.

Glancing at the person who cooled off the ice slag, Zhao Chengcheng felt that the picture in front of him was very funny, and I have to say that this person has become extremely twisted, and he was jealous and begging for comfort before, and when he heard that his mother's family was coming, he immediately returned to his original form.

Turning his face is better than turning the book, Zhao Chengcheng thinks that he is an endocrine failure and has an attack of prenatal syndrome.