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He took Ran Shuai out for a walk, and ate a bowl of fresh meat wontons at a snack bar on the street.

I was dumbfounded when it was served.

In a small shallow bowl not much bigger than a soy sauce dish, there are five or six small and delicate wontons, with a layer of chopped green onion floating on the soup.

Ran Shuai saw that there was something to eat, so he came up and sniffed it.

If it was before, it would have put its head on my thigh long ago, begging me to give it a bite too, and slapped my pants.

But this time, after Ran Shuai sniffed it, he turned his head coldly without even looking at it.

I kicked it angrily: "The little thing is quite picky."

This amount is not enough for even a small cat; this taste is not enough for even a dog.

I was dumbfounded again when it came time to check out.

The rich area is the rich area, and a bowl of ordinary, unremarkable wontons is more than three times higher than the normal price.

I looked at the bill, clutched my wallet, and my heart was crying blood.

I am a different person now.

Now I not only have to save money to pay off the mortgage, but also save money to marry a wife.

It's a bit expensive, but I still reluctantly paid for a bowl for Song Pianran.

The motto of our old Qi family is—no matter how hard it is, the daughter-in-law cannot be miserable, and no matter how poor, the wife cannot be poor.

Back at the studio, he wiped Ran Shuai's feet in the yard, before entering the room, he heard a voice saying, "Where did you go?"

Song, Song Pianran?

I poked my head in furtively, and Song Pianran was sitting in my seat.

He was wearing a beige sweater, with disheveled hair, and he slouched and half leaned on the table, looking very casual, trying to create a kind of "I just got up, put on a casual dress, and went downstairs without taking care of my hair." " look.

But his coat is very "casual" showing his collarbone, his hair is very "casual" messy and fluffy; he is "casual" wearing his favorite watch on his wrist.

If you read it right, he had a pimple on his forehead yesterday, and now he is very "casual" to cover it up with concealer.

He's casually a little too refined.

I'm a little sweet in my heart. I haven't talked about this relationship yet, and I know that I have to dress up in front of me.

I was also a little distressed. My mother often warned me that when looking for a wife, I must never find someone who cares too much about appearance.

It seems that this issue will have a serious discussion with him in the future.

"Why are you showing your head? Play it like a ball for me?" Seeing me staring blankly at him, he turned his head unnaturally, and then yelled, "Aren't you coming in yet?!"

I entered the door, dawdling, not daring to get too close to him.

He is sitting and I am standing.

He looked at me and I looked at him.

The atmosphere was once suffocatingly ambiguous.

What kind of idol drama plot is this!In my head, I have played the role of the prince turning into a frog, the princess, and the little girl herding sheep a hundred times!

My face is blushing, my heart is beating and my feet are weak!

"What's in your hand?" He asked first.

Here's your chance to perform!

I raised the small bag in my left hand, held my head high and said, "I brought you breakfast!"

Song Pianran's face froze.

I saw it, fuck!Wrong hand!

The bag in the left hand is the shit I picked up when I was walking handsome!

The prince has become a toad; the princess’s family has gone bankrupt, and the younger sister is still younger; all the sheep have run away, and the stars have gone to herd cattle.

Ambiguity dies of shit.

I tried to make amends. I threw the shovel bag into the trash can outside the yard as quickly as Song Pianran blinked, and then sprinted back at the speed of Bolt, raised my right hand, held my head high, and was full of energy He roared: "Bring you breakfast!"

Song Pianran propped her chin, shook her head slightly, and smiled helplessly.

He clasped the tabletop: "Come here."

I took a closer look, and the betrothal gifts I just gave him were neatly placed on the table.

Don't you think that the blood is hot in the morning, and now I look at my little possessions, how poor I am!

I was so ashamed that I quickly reached out to put them away, but Song Pianran grabbed my wrist.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want to go back after you gave me?"

"no!"

I wish I could turn my head 360 degrees. Poor is already so poor. What if Song Pianran thinks I'm a stingy person and doesn't like me anymore in a blink of an eye?

I withdrew my hand and grabbed the hem of my clothes awkwardly: "I will work hard...although it is a little less...don't hold it against you."

"I don't dislike it." Song Pianran said, "You asked me the question in the morning, ask me again."

What question did I ask this morning?I was stunned for a moment.

"These I gave you... do you like them?" I put my hands behind my back and clenched them tightly.

Song Pianran stacked the real estate certificates and bank cards one by one, holding them preciously and sticking them to his chest.

He said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

I met his eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth, and the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows painted a handsome light and shadow on his side face.

I was dazed by such a smile, and said drowsily, "What about me? Do you like it or not?"

He stands up, across a desk, his upper body close to me until I can see myself in his beautiful eyes.

"Qi Yu, I'm sorry."

Five thunderstorms hit the top.

I was a little unsteady and took a step back, but he put his arms around my waist and led me to him.

He lowered his head to touch my forehead, and when he blinked, his eyelashes grazed my eyelids, itching.

"I'm sorry, I've waited so long for you to say that I like you first."

What do you mean?

My hands trembled, and he stared at me tightly, with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

"Little fish, I like you too."

boom--

The world exploded.

The fireworks in my mind bloomed in clusters, and Song Pianran stood in the cluster of fireworks and smiled at me.

The author has something to say

Song Pianran: Sorry

Xiao Yuer: Stop talking!I don't want your good person card!

(Love dungeon starts)