This heroine is not quite right [Crossing the Book]

Ling Ran listened to the familiar heartbeat speeding up little by little, and smiled with the corners of her lips raised: "I want to hold a wedding just for the two of us, what do you think?"

Mi Lu regained his composure, lowered his head slightly to look at the person in front of him, passed through the slightly curly long hair between his fingers, lightly touched the side of his face, and replied seriously: "Okay."

No matter what kind of wedding dress, Lingran must be the most beautiful bride.

The person in front of him leaned up, lightly pecked Mi Lu's slightly dry lips, put his palm on the back of Mi Lu's hand, and approached forcefully, even the intimacy just changed.

Under the pressure, Mi Lu leaned back slightly, and when his breathing became more and more difficult, he turned his head to avoid it, but Ling Ran refused.

It wasn't until Mi Lu lightly bit the penetrating warmth that Lingran pulled away reluctantly.

The rosy thin lips were seductively tightened, and Lingran laughed with a slight breath, lightly resting her forehead on Mi Lu's forehead and said softly: "Your shy and serious look is so alluring."

Mi Lu's heartbeat was calm, and he looked at the face in front of him without moving, the degree of uplift of the bright red lips was seductive.

Alluring?

It is you who are obviously attractive.

But what Mi Lu is more worried about right now is that this person doesn't intend to give up, after all, those eyes that seem to be burning with flames have been staring at this direction.

There is an inexplicable familiar feeling.

The danger of suffocation just now made Mi Lu subconsciously guard against the person in front of him.

"I'm hungry." Although it's not good to lie, I can't find a better reason right now.

Lingran distanced herself slightly sadly, pinched Milu's earlobe with her fingertips in retaliation and said softly, "I promise to feed you well."

When these simple words came out of Lingran's mouth, it seemed that they added other meanings, making people daydream again and again.

Could it be that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black?

In the early morning, the mist in the mountains gradually dissipated, and Lingran prepared breakfast clumsily and carefully.

It is probably because the technology of fried eggs is becoming more and more mature, so that fried eggs can be seen on the dinner table for a long time.

No matter how much you like fried eggs, people will get tired of eating fried eggs, but Lingran always persuades Mi Lu to eat more with such high interest that Mi Lu can't bear to refuse.

After all, Lingran has learned to this point, which is a lot of improvement compared to her previous cooking skills, all of which is to take care of herself.

Mi Lu could only eat the fried egg one bite at a time in the face of that earnest gaze.

After finally finishing the meal, Mi Lu's stomach felt a little uncomfortable, so he got up for a walk and wandered around the apartment.

Walking around from the living room into the kitchen, Ling Ran was arranging the washed dishes.

Maybe it's a forced habit. Mi Lu stood aside and watched the people who put the tableware over and over again. They were all on the same level, but they were still making subtle corrections.

After sorting it out like this, it is estimated that most of the day will be confessed in this kitchen.

Mi Lu had no choice but to say out loud, "That's fine."

But the person who was concentrating on tidying up still refused to give up and replied with a slight frown: "It's okay, it's almost over."

She didn't plan to give up until she sorted it out for two more rounds. Seeing that she was tired, Mi Lu opened the refrigerator and picked some fruits: "The weather is bright now, these fruits taste good when squeezed and refrigerated."

"Then I'll help you."

Lingran hurriedly took the fruit in Mi Lu's hand, carefully selected a few more and asked, "Is this okay?"

Mi Lu nodded and said, "You can add different fruits, the taste will be richer."

Probably this is considered a successful transfer target, right?

Coming out of the kitchen with fresh juice, Lingran looked at the juice in front of her and asked, "Lulu, are you sure this green viscous liquid is drinkable?"

"Of course." In response to Lingran's picky eaters and dislike of vegetables since she was a child, Mi Lu added some vegetables appropriately.

After pouring two small cups, Mi Lu took a sip first, and then motioned Lingran to try.

Lingran took a sip, then continued to drink the cup, and said with a slight frown: "It's bitter, the taste is a little strange."

Mi Lu nestled on the sofa and turned on the TV screen and said, "Bitter melon is put in after all."

"Why do you put bitter melon in the juice?"

Ling Ran, who took the controller away first, looked sideways at Mi Lu, obviously waiting for Mi Lu's explanation.

"I suddenly feel that vegetable juice tastes better than fruit juice." Mi Lu took the controller back from Ling Ran's hand, and lied without blushing.

Hey, this is all forced by reality.

Before the words finished, a light kiss fell on the side of her face, Lingran snorted softly and said muffledly: "Are you determined not to take revenge on me?"

Mi Lu, who was mostly embraced, turned his head slightly to avoid the somewhat hot breath and replied, "I'm thinking about nutritionally balanced development for picky eaters."

Lingran pecked Mi Lu's tightly pursed lips a few times full of sorrow, pressed her fingertips on Mi Lu's cheek and said, "According to our age, the child should be you."

You still know that I am a child!

"So hurry up and call my sister to listen?" Ling Ran pinched Mi Lu Hongto's earlobe with a smirk, obviously thinking of doing something bad.

This title obviously has Lingran's unique evil taste.

Mi Lu was naturally unwilling to compromise and replied, "I think you are more like a strange aunt."

The strength of the earlobe suddenly increased a lot, and Mi Lu felt inexplicably terrified when he saw that smiling face.

After all, Lingran has always been very concerned about age.

"Auntie?" Lingran raised her eyebrows slightly. Although her expression was displeased, she let go of her hand and looked at Mi Lu sadly, "You think I'm old, don't you?"

"No, no." Mi Lu stretched out his hand to rub his hot earlobe, glanced at Ling Ran's long legs dangling outside the wicker chair, and hurriedly looked away with guilt, "I was just joking."

But the people beside him had already got up, and Mi Lu looked up at the person with a slightly indifferent expression.

Holding Mi Lu's drooping hair with her fingertips, Ling Ran leaned over, and the two of them were very close.

Mi Lu thought she would come to kiss her as usual, but in fact Lingran stopped in front of her eyes calmly and said, "You won't leave me, right?"

"of course."

These inexplicable words made Mi Lu puzzled.

But Lingran seemed to have forgotten the joke just now, stretched out her hand to scratch Mi Lu's nose, hummed softly and read: "Anyway, you have already put on the ring, I will not give you a chance to regret it."

Why does the ring of the proposal obviously feel like a chain?

The two of them chatted without saying a word, and the afternoon passed quickly, and Ling Ran was choosing a suitable dress for the birthday party in the evening.

Lingran used to prefer black, but now she doesn't know whether it's because of her mood or her preference has changed. She always likes brighter colors, and she looks more girlish than before.

Sitting aside, Mi Luwo looked at the woman in a goose yellow dress, with a tall figure, long curly hair, and exquisite makeup.

It makes people unable to look away at all, but such a person pays special attention to age in front of him.

Obviously compared to the youthful temptation of a girl, the mature charm is more deadly.

Mi Lu looked at the ring on his finger, and thought about it for a while.

Could it be that he was acting too indifferent?

But as long as the intimacy on weekdays is not too much, Mi Lu is still very cooperative, even the excessive intimacy last night.

Thinking about it, Mi Lu blushed and his heart was beating violently, and he stretched out his hand to cover his flustered heart.

"What do you think of this outfit?" Lingran raised her skirt with her fingertips, and asked Mi Lu slowly.

Mi Lu withdrew his thoughts, looked at Ling Ran with her long hair curled up, as if she stopped breathing for a moment.

"Well, it's pretty."

Ling Ran turned her eyes slightly and looked closer and asked, "Then do you like it?"

The whiteness of the collar was exposed to Mi Lu's eyes because of approaching, it was really terrible.

Mi Lu turned his head and responded, "I like it quite a bit, this is it."

"Okay, it's up to you."

When it was almost dusk, Ling Ran was ready to set off. Mi Lu was not wearing an evening dress because of his right shoulder injury.

Before going out, Mi Lu was still a little hesitant to dress up simply, Ling Ran reached out and brushed away the thin hair next to Mi Lu's cheeks.

When the warm fingertips touched the side of Mi Lu's face, she felt relieved. The already tall Lingran put on high heels, and Mi Lu could only look up at the warm eyes.

"I dress up like this to attend Mrs. Bai's birthday party, will it appear that I don't take it seriously?"

"will not."

Lingran answered without the slightest hesitation, apparently unable to appease Mi Lu's anxiety.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Bai doesn't just look at people, otherwise how could she hang around in the whole K city for so long?"

amount……

This Mrs. Bai, whose motives are still unknown, always makes Mi Lu feel that Mrs. Bai is shrouded in a fog.

Until the two got into the car, Lingran played with the ring on Mi Lu's finger, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Mi Lu accidentally looked at Lingran's hand, only to realize that Lingran didn't seem to be wearing a ring.

"Where's your ring?"

Lingran stretched out her hands and asked, "Lulu, do you want to wear a ring for me?"

Of course, the ring can also prevent Lingran from being coveted by others at the banquet.

"And a wedding ring?"

"Gone."

Mi Lu looked at this person who lied and didn't make a draft, and didn't know what to say.

Ling Ran bent her eyebrows and smiled charmingly, poked Mi Lu's cheek with her fingertips and said softly, "Lu Lu, do you want to propose to me?"

A marriage proposal is a very important thing.

Lingran has always been the one who took the initiative, and Mi Lu suddenly found out about the marriage proposal.

Thinking about this relationship carefully, Mi Lu looked at the person in front of him and replied seriously, "Yes."

Maybe it was because Mi Lu's answer was too straightforward, Lingran was a little surprised, and then she realized that she stretched her arms to wrap around Mi Lu.

Several light kisses fell on the cheeks, and Mi Lu stared at the person in front of him dazedly, and the warm and light touch immediately ushered in predatory intimacy.

Mi Lu, who was severely deprived of oxygen, had to stretch out his hand to push Lingran away, looked at her short of breath and said, "You, you are not allowed to kiss next time!"

Lingran's eyes shimmered, she looked at the blushing Mi Lu with unsatisfactory expression, and smiled with her lips raised: "You are mine, why can't I kiss you?"

If you keep kissing like this, no number of lives will be enough.

Mi Lu blushed, looked at the ring on his finger, and wondered if the promise of the marriage was too hasty.

At least there must be a family rule or family law, otherwise I might be eaten without even bones left.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-0222:37:23~2020-03-0322:32:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Little Pepper, Murong Ziying 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Master K is my k2 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!