Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Not long after, Zhixi turned around and came back, holding a paper bag in her hand. She handed the bag to him: It's just out of the oven and it's still hot. Go back and eat it quickly.

Thank you. The boy was a little embarrassed, Well, my surname is Zhou...

Xiao Zhou. Hearing this surname, Zhixi suddenly felt friendly because her adoptive mother's surname was Zhou. If you want to have breakfast from now on, just come and knock on the door. You're welcome.

Thank you, I have nothing to repay you... The boy was a little embarrassed, By the way, I am very good at playing games...

After saying that, he seemed to feel that he couldn't take advantage of this advantage, and he suddenly felt annoyed.

So awesome! Then you must be a master in the game! Zhixi exclaimed.

Well... that's about it. The boy felt even more embarrassed after being praised like this by her, If you need it in the future, I can help you.

Okay. Zhixi knew that the boy just wanted to express his gratitude, so she agreed with a smile. Of course, she doesn't play games very much and basically has no need for this.

The boy nodded casually, turned around and went back to his home.

Zhixi closed the door, feeling satisfied that she had made friends with her neighbors.

He Jingyao just came out of the room. Seeing her happy smile, he raised his eyebrows: What's wrong?

The guy opposite thought the pancakes I made were so delicious that he couldn't help but knock on the door and ask me for it. Zhixi said in a cheerful tone, walking over and hugging his arm, Jingyao, do you want to try it?

She knew that this man had an extremely picky stomach and was only used to eating Western food.

Brother? He Jingyao raised his eyebrows, Male?

A little boy who is probably less than twenty years old. Zhixi emphasized.

The implication is, don’t eat jealous children...

He Jingyao's eyes darkened, and he reached out to stroke her chin, his voice indistinct from emotion and anger: So you think I'm old.

Zhixi was stunned: How could it be? That's not what I meant!

This man is less than thirty years old, which is when he is most attractive. The word old has nothing to do with it, okay!

However, He Jingyao gave her a meaningful look, turned around and walked towards the dining table.

Zhixi thought about his look and hurriedly caught up: Jingyao, I mean that kind of little boy. In my eyes, he is not even the opposite sex. It's not that you are too old... if you want to put it that way, , I am also twenty-five...I am the one who is old!

When Zhixi said this, she became a little angry: Online people say all day long that women start to decline after they reach the age of twenty-five! It's really hateful!

He Jingyao couldn't help but laugh when he saw the indignation on her face.

He lowered his head and pecked her on the lips: The Internet is full of nonsense. Let's go, let me try your craft.

Zhixi felt relieved after being comforted by him. She hugged his arm and said with a smile, Do you really want to try it? Don't you dislike me poisoning your stomach?

He glanced down at her and pinched her cheek: Listen, from now on, you are not allowed to give anything you make with your own hands to other men, no matter how young you are!

Zhixi nodded quickly.

The man was satisfied.

However, the next day, He Jingyao found that his son had a strange-looking toy in his hand, and he would not let go of it while holding it.

He raised his eyebrows and asked Zhixi: Where did the toy in Xiaobao's hand come from?

The guy next door, Xiao Zhou, sent it. Zhixi chuckled, He said it was a thank you gift. I didn't expect Xiaobao to like it so much.