Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"But I can use a microwave oven, and I learned it when I was a helper in a congee shop."

Eori who doesn't know how to use a microwave: "..."

"I can teach you." Zhou Xufang had an extremely serious expression on his face.

"..."

Eori has no interest in learning how to use microwave ovens.

He lazily: "Well, teach it"

Then, Zhou Xufang gave Jiang Zhi a detailed explanation of the key steps of the microwave oven and various commonly used heating times. Finally, he turned to look at him: "Have you learned it?"

Her eyelashes were very curled, and the light was struck from above, and shadows would fall. She blinked, and the shadows would follow her. Jiang Zhi suddenly had an urge to reach out and touch them.

"Have you learned?" she asked again patiently.

What to learn?

Patronized to see her go, the ghost knew what she said, Jiang Zhi looked away: "It will."

It just so happens that the milk is hot.

Zhou Xufang washed two cups and poured out the hot milk. She had a cup and Jiang Zhi had a cup.

"I'll take it for you."

Then, she wrapped her hands in the sleeves of the sweater, holding two cups of milk, and went to the living room vigorously.

Jiang Zhi walked behind her. She was wearing his sweater, the same style as his own.

Really pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Xufang turned his head and saw the shallow arc of his mouth.

He doesn't like to laugh very much, he is always awake, lazy, unreasonably expensive, and he always lacks a little bit of human smoke.

It’s better to smile.

Zhou Xufang thought of an improper sentence, Yaoyao's appearance and appearance, she thought, if Jiang Zhi was born in the old days, he must be in the palace to serve, the beauty of beauty is troublesome, his appearance, ordinary people Home is undesirable.

The corner of Jiang Zhi's mouth was squeezed, and there was no smile in his eyes, and he was still handsome and handsome.

Zhou Xufang sat down on the very edge of the sofa and sipped milk. Jiang Zhi sat opposite without talking. She couldn't blatantly appreciate his rare good skin, so she looked at him. She turned her attention elsewhere, and then she was surprised to find one thing:

"Do you have cotton candy at home?"

On the built-in wall cabinet on the opposite side, in the middle of the third floor, there is a square glass box with colorful marshmallows.

She rarely has such a big mood swing, Jiang Zhi looked at her brows and gave a ‘um’.

"I also like marshmallows."

She wrote all the joys and excitement on her face, her eyes were no longer desolate and lonely, they became shiny.

How much does she like the cotton candy in that box?

Jiang Zhi walked to the wooden cabinet, took down the box of marshmallows, and put it on the coffee table: "Eat."

"Thank you."

The corners of her eyes were bent into the shape of a round and a half moon, she picked up the box, held it in her hand, and touched the diamonds inlaid on it: "Your marshmallow box looks better than mine."

She also wants to buy one, but Jiang Zhi's one is too delicate and should be made to order.

Forget it, she already took his chandelier, and she absolutely couldn't covet his marshmallow box anymore, so she didn't ask him where he ordered it, and sat quietly on the sofa to eat candy.

Jiang Zhi stared at her silently.

In Luo's house that year, the yellow-faced and thin-faced teenager was like that, sitting by the small pool, shaking his feet, smiling and stuffing marshmallows into his mouth.

Like her, she picks the pink one and eats first.

"Have you never eaten it?" Jiang Zhi was at a frivolous age.

The young man nodded, he was so thin, his face was dirty, his cheeks were chewing candy, a fat orange cat was lying on his feet, and he stretched his waist to rub the young's dark hand.

"Then you will wait for me here tomorrow and I will bring you cotton candy."

The boy gave him a small smile, and the cat yelled.

Only the next day, he did not see the boy. A fire burned the Luo family's flower shed to ashes. Others told him that the ashes of the Luo family's adopted son were in the pile of ashes.

"Jianzhi."

Zhou Xufang yelled, raising his head, with three candies stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly: "This sugar seems to be out of production. Where did you buy it?"

It's her favorite brand, she hasn't had it in a long time.

Jiang Zhi's thoughts were then pulled back by her joyful voice: "I bought their factory."

Zhou Xufang hesitated for a while, and asked him: "Then can you divide me a little bit?" She asked sincerely, "I can pay."

It can be seen that she really likes this candy, after all, she is just a young girl who likes sweet and beautiful things.

"You will come to me to buy it in the future." Jiang Zhi thinks he is not a person who likes sharing. In his cognition, what he likes must be occupied by himself, and no one is allowed to think about it.

She was different, making him an exception one after another.

She was obviously very happy, with sugar in her mouth and sweet eyes in her eyes. She praised him sincerely: "You are such a good person."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Good guy?

In order to buy the cotton candy factory, he bankrupted the factory.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Jiang Zhi got up to open the door.

Xue Baoyi wore a red coat and stood at the door, smiling gracefully and tuned in nine bends and eighteen bends: "Brother Zhi~"

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