"Pumpkin porridge tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Ah... um."

Tao Yan was holding a white porcelain bowl with dull eyes, looking at his haggard and inhuman self in the mirror in front of him, stretched out his hand and covered his face.

"This porridge tastes like it's been boiled for at least half an hour, so the little girl must have gotten up at five o'clock to prepare it?"

"Um……"

"Actually, the taste is not bad, but don't you not like sweet food very much?"

"what……"

"...can you say something else?"

"Oh."

……

Speaking of which, at around 06:30 this morning, Tao Yan was in his dream beating the No.1 cigar head there last night, asking him while beating, "Do you still dare? Dare you?!"

The cigar head was full of tears like a little girl who had been humiliated, lying miserable and cold under the fierce Tao Yan, holding her torn and tattered collar with one hand, He said humbly: "Don't dare, the strong man spares his life."

"I punch a monster with one punch!"

After stepping on the cigar head into a mosaic on the sole of his feet, Tao Yan shook his head refreshedly, and heard a knocking sound.

Hmph, little bastard, how dare you call for help?

Come one and I'll make one, come a pair and I'll make a pair!

Thinking of this, Tao Yan suddenly had a handful of 98K in his hand, and his clothes were inexplicably changed into a mercenary outfit.

She looked ahead, her eyes filled with unyielding and firmness.

I am a man of seven feet, I can seal the border with blood, and use the weapon in my hand as a monument!I will never give in to anything!

"Sister? Are you awake? Is the porridge ready?"

Tao Yan, who woke up from the dream with great fighting spirit, stared at the ceiling in a daze for two seconds, then hurriedly ran out of bed to get his 'love breakfast'.

What?What?Ambitious?

You singles are just jealous of someone bringing me breakfast.

No matter how much she adjusted herself in her heart, it would not change the fact that Tao Yan couldn't open her eyes when she opened the door. She looked down at Meng Qiqi who was carrying a thermos at the door, and tried her best to hold back what she thought was handsome and coquettish. Smiling with ferocious and terrifying pitch-black panda eyes.

"Wake up so early?"

Tao Yan's appearance made Meng Qiqi's hands tremble in fright, and tremblingly handed the thermos pot to Tao Yan's hand, bowed deeply, and walked back to the dormitory crookedly.

Fuck Fuck Fuck!Last night, Pu Ying-senpai said that Tao Yan-senior was not afraid of one hit or three when she was in junior high school!Aww, as expected of my senior sister, she is so handsome!

No, no, that's not the point.

Just now, it seems that the senior sister seems to be a little angry, what should I do!

Did I send it too early?But when I thought about bringing food for my senior sister for the first time, I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep!

The pumpkin porridge also puts more sugar several times on purpose. The pumpkin porridge is really sweet and delicious, right?

Will I put less.

Will senior sister be angry with me?Do you think I can't even cook a meal well?Do you think I am stingy and reluctant to put sugar!

Meng Qiqi, who was thinking about it, carried the half box of sugar on the table with despair, and hurried to the door of 627. When the person inside opened the door, he stuffed the half box of sugar into his hand without even looking at it. Then he said: "It's sugar! Senior sister, if you think it's not enough, continue to add more! I'm sorry!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and ran away, leaving Pu Ying standing in a daze for a while when she opened the door, then turned her head slowly and asked Tao Yan: "What did you do to the girl, you are so scared. Is this I brought you all the property, right?"

Tao Yan was struggling with a mouthful of sweet and greasy pumpkin porridge, his face was wrinkled, and he asked for help: "You, take out your pot, I'll add water and cook it again."

Put the pumpkin porridge with half a pot of water into the pot to cook, Tao Yan and Pu Ying turned over and went to bed again, without a trace of vitality.

This sleep lasted until after nine o'clock. When Tao Yan woke up, Pu Ying had already started eating below, and Tao Yan was still dazed, so there was the above scene.

"This big baby has too much candy. Speaking of which, I put the half box of candy she brought in the morning on your table. You can find time to bring it to her."

"Shouldn't be."

"Ok?"

"Isn't everyone who likes sweets a bit fat?" After speaking, Tao Yan and Pu Ying looked at each other for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "There are many kinds of fat..."

"Oh? So interesting? Did you tell me?"

Pu Ying's bland smile made Tao Yan gasp, sweat profusely but still persisted and said: "I don't think there is a big problem with my statement, that is... your figure is very standard, but you look Just a little... mainly your bust makes you look..."

"Some fat?"

"No... yes, slightly fat?"

"Heh." Pu Ying sneered, took out her mobile phone and found a series of photos of Tao Yan when she was a child, and said kindly to Tao Yan: "I'll give you a chance and say it again."

"I'm someone Tao! Over the past 20 years! I've never seen a body better than yours!"

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Speaking of that group of photos, there are actually some backgrounds.

We have said before that Tao Yan was a pink and tender little princess when she was not fully committed to promoting Chinese Kungfu, and that group of photos was taken when she was six years old in an amusement park.

At that time, there was a project in the amusement park that was very attractive to children, called monkey carts.

As the name suggests, it is a game in which a monkey pulls a car similar to a rickshaw and runs around on a fixed track.

It's just that when it was running, the monkey's mouth kept making 'squeak' sounds.

It's okay to listen to the sound outside, but it's like a magic sound when you listen to it inside, and you can't bear to listen to it anymore.

And when the monkey is running, its eyes will glow red.

Yes, red light.

In the era when most of the models were still relatively rough, there was a monkey who was already made with a look of four, wearing red and green clothes, pulling a copper-colored cart, and his eyes were still shining red. .

Really, hot eyes.

So Tao Yan, who got in the car at that time, successfully cried.

Crying makes one shrill, that makes one distraught, and that makes the world change color.

However, Tao's father and Tao's mother happily stood outside the track, took out the camera, and took pictures of Tao Yan from "smiling to get on the car" with a smile in the image of a loving mother and strict father - the smile gradually disappeared - couldn't hold back - —A series of photos of vivid images of "Wow cry out".

Hey, it's really real.

The series of photos that won Tao's father and Tao's mother's heart were printed countless, and later when the electronic photo album was put in the popular living room, it was specially played in the living room for half a year.

Although Tao Yan deliberately turned down the photo album every time to prevent others from seeing it, those photos were still seen by everyone who visited her house during those six months.

Moreover, Gu and Pu even said, "Wow, Tao Yan was so cute when he was young, and he really followed his aunt. Auntie, can I take a picture of this?"

Tao Ma's face burst into laughter after being praised, and immediately went to the study to print two sets of photos, and wrote a sentence on the back with a black pen: "I wish Puying/Gu Cenhe and Tao Yan a long-lasting friendship!"

I'm afraid it's not friendship that lasts forever, it's Tao Yan killing people to silence her.

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