White Mantou and Miss Black Suit

"Who do I like...it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

Murphy's ideal dialogue was like this, showing an indifferent smile, then lightly rolled up Jian Xinyan's shirt cuffs, exerted a little force, and threw aside her hand holding his collar.

However, before she could speak, she saw Jian Xinyan's eyes raised up: "I see."

Murphy looked at her warily, knowing what?

"At this point, there is no need to be arrogant." Jian Xinyan said again.

Murphy narrowed his eyes, who is being arrogant?I said don't use these weird adjectives on me!

"I know you are embarrassed, so I have to take the initiative." Jian Xinyan sighed helplessly, looking at Mo Fei with a little soft light in her eyes.

Hey... don't just look at people with that kind of eyes!

Murphy stared at her for two seconds, then hurriedly looked away.

Now that I've talked about this, Jian Xinyan's pampering has not diminished by half.

terrible.

The woman is very ill.

"What are you doing?" When she turned her head again, Jian Xinyan approached her with lowered eyebrows.

"You can't see it?" Jian Xinyan chuckled, her tone full of charm.

Mo Fei naturally noticed it, otherwise he would not have asked such eager questions, and even hastily stretched out his hand to block between Jian Xinyan and his own face.

She didn't think too much when she made the move, and covered Jian Xinyan's lips with one hand, but the woman smiled even more under his hand, and her eyes became more full of meaning.

If Chen Yirou had covered her mouth instead, Murphy might have stuck out her tongue to tease her sensitive palm.Xu was afraid that Jian Xinyan would do what she wanted, so she quickly let go of her hand and asked again: "What exactly do you want?"

"Kiss you." Jian Xinyan's answer was simple and rude.

"I said I have someone I like!" Mo Fei felt that Jian Xin's face was like chewing gum stuck to the sole of his shoe, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it off.

"Then tell me, who is that person?" Jian Xinyan asked calmly.

Murphy was taken aback, this woman is crazy, she doesn't know what outrageous things she will do, and she definitely can't tell her about her relationship with Chen Yirou.

Jian Xinyan raised her face confidently: "Can't tell? That means there is no."

"I told you that you didn't know me either."

"Don't you know? Or don't you?"

Murphy was speechless.

Jian Xinyan smiled slyly: "You are so arrogant...but ah, people will only show their arrogant side in front of the person they like."

How funny, who gave Jian Xinyan the confidence that he would love her?

"Jian Xinyan, I really have someone I like." Murphy said coldly.

"I see." Jian Xinyan replied solemnly.

Yo, got the hang of it?

But Jian Xinyan continued to say with a smile on her face: "That person is me."

Murphy's face turned green with fright: "..."

I have never seen such a shameless person.

In the evening, Chen Yirou went home to cook. Unfortunately, the rice left in the house was not enough for two people. She thought of the flour she bought last time, so she made steamed buns out of the noodles.

On the way, Murphy sneaked into the kitchen and stood behind Chen Yirou without saying a word.

Thinking that the movements were light enough to not be noticed by Chen Yirou, Murphy just looked at her back quietly, and his heart also calmed down, turning into a cavity of warm and soft water.

"Help me get the steamer from the cabinet." Chen Yirou suddenly said.

"Huh?" Murphy paused for a moment before realizing that Chen Yirou was talking to him.

"Go and get it," Chen Yirou raised her flour-stained hands, and pushed her chin towards the cabinet door, "Put water in it and put it on the gas stove."

Mo Fei followed Chen Yirou's instructions, and watched her gently put the dough into the pot one by one, then turned her head and smiled triumphantly at herself.

"I made custard buns today." Chen Yirou's expression seemed to be asking for credit.

Milk... yellow?

These two words are very intriguing... Murphy accidentally missed it.

"It still looks like a steamed bun." Murphy raised his finger, smiled and wiped off the flour on the tip of Chen Yirou's nose.

"There are ingredients in the custard bun, and the yellow stuffing is fragrant and sweet."

"Oh?" Murphy's eyes became meaningful.

"It's delicious." Chen Yirou washed her hands and said to Mo Fei seriously.For any food in the world, Chen Yirou has a sincere love.

"is it?"

Chen Yirou didn't quite understand Mo Fei's smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Yirou muttered softly, avoiding her gaze.

"I was wondering...whether my lovely manju is more like a custard bun." Mo Fei leaned down slightly to see the shyness on Chen Yirou's face more clearly.

"No... not!" Chen Yirou stammeringly denied, "Besides, who belongs to your family!"

"They've all entered my house..." Murphy dragged his tone on purpose, and said with a smirk, "You still say it's not from my house?"

There is nothing wrong with saying that he is like a custard bag, but Chen Yirou blushed for no reason.

"Not at all……"

Seeing her flushed face, Mo Fei was as happy as the lid of a steamer, and laughed out loud: "Then I belong to your family, right?"

Chen Yirou glanced at her sideways: "You are bad, I won't make steamed buns for you in the future."

In fact, what was wrong with Murphy, Chen Yirou couldn't tell.

"You have the heart not to feed me?" Mo Fei wrapped his arms around Chen Yirou's waist, resting his chin on her head, and asked pretendingly aggrieved.

"I..." Chen Yirou couldn't resist such a soft tone, her legs trembled, and her bones were crisp.

She could only hear the sweet laughter from Mo Fei's lips pressed behind her ear, it seemed that molesting Chen Yirou gave her a different kind of fun.

Chen Yirou would not know what Murphy was really thinking at the moment, and Murphy did not dare to let her know.

It would be great if Sister Mantou is willing to make steamed buns for herself, but if she doesn't do it, it's not an urgent matter...

After all, my life ambition in this life is not to eat steamed buns, but to eat the person who is as soft and white as steamed buns.

Ten minutes later, the custard buns came out of the drawer. Chen Yirou sat opposite Mo Fei with the hot custard buns, grabbed one and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, it was so hot that he opened his mouth and sucked in the cold. gas.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Murphy went to get the trash can at his feet, and asked Chen Yirou to spit it out quickly.

Chen Yirou waved her hand, pointed to her mouth, and forced a sound: "It's hot, blow it."

What kind of bragging?Mo Fei remembered that when he was a child, he ate too fast and got burned. At that time, his mother just smiled at himself who was about to cry but had no tears.

According to Chen Yirou's instruction, Murphy leaned over embarrassedly, and carefully blew two breaths into her mouth.

Chen Yirou squinted her mouth, and then swallowed the custard bun in her mouth: "It's so hot."

"Eat slowly." Murphy felt warm in his heart when he thought about the action Chen Yirou asked him to do just now, such an intimate action...it didn't look out of place at all.

We are family, right?She looked at Chen Yirou who was handing her the custard bag and thought obsessively, besides her mother, only Sister Mantou had given her such a warm feeling.

It seemed that she still had lingering fears after being scalded by the steamed buns. Chen Yirou blew and blew the steamed buns for Mo Fei. When Mo Fei took it, the temperature was just right for the mouth.

The snow-white and soft dough is filled with moderately sweet yellow milk-flavored fillings. As Chen Yirou said, it is delicious.

Just as Mo Fei thought, her steamed bun sister is more like a custard bun with white outside and yellow inside.

It seems innocent and harmless, but in fact, he occasionally says some nasty things that he doesn't even realize, and he really has a golden heart... Mo Fei was amused by his own thoughts, the key is... the custard buns are really delicious .

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Yirou asked abruptly.

Mo Fei recovered from his reverie, and still smiled slightly: "Guess."

"Hmm..." Chen Yirou looked at her suspiciously with a custard bag in her mouth, "I don't think it will be a good thing."

"Nonsense, what bad things can happen when the two of us are together?" Murphy raised his eyebrows disapprovingly.

Chen Yirou ate the custard buns one bite after another, staring at Mo Fei in a daze.

She hasn't removed her makeup yet, under the curled and thick eyelashes, there is a pair of standard almond eyes, those bright eyes are more energetic under the action of eyeliner and eye shadow, as if there are all kinds of waves flowing in them.

Regardless of whether Mo Fei wears makeup or not, her delicate appearance should make many women jealous.Although Chen Yirou didn't dislike her bun face, she still felt envious when she saw such a sharp face.

Some couldn't figure out what happened in the past. How could Mo Fei, who was such a beautiful woman, dress herself up as a boy?Today's Murphy is as enchanting and enchanting as he is, as charming as he is charming, especially when he is alone in the room with him, he is very attractive...

No matter how I think about it, I feel that something extraordinary has happened to her.

Chen Yirou was a little curious about Murphy's past.

"I was in the kitchen just now, how did you know I went in?" Murphy remembered something, she didn't feel that she made any noise in the kitchen.

"Because I smell you." Chen Yirou said, taking a deep breath, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"My smell?" Murphy sniffed and smiled, "What smell?"

"Your perfume smells faint and nice."

"You will remember my smell?"

Chen Yirou nodded: "Yes, I still remember the smell you used to have, it's the smell of washing powder, and it smells good too."

"I used to..." Mo Fei lowered his eyes and paused, "Then which flavor do you like?"

Chen Yirou replied without thinking: "I like your taste."

Murphy tilted his head, smiled and said nothing.

Chen Yirou went on to continue: "If you spray perfume, there will be a faint cool fragrance. If you don't spray it, you will have a clean washing powder fragrance. After a long time in the sun, you will still smell of the sun. When you grow old , there will be the taste of the elderly."

"The smell of the elderly?" This was the first time Murphy heard this.

"Yes, an indescribable smell, but everyone will have it when they get older." Chen Yirou stared at Mo Fei with clear eyes, "You will have many smells in this life, but you are you, So no matter what your taste is, I like it."

Murphy curled his mouth and said nothing, and suddenly sighed softly.

I can't tell that Sister Mantou is not only so yellow that she doesn't show her traces, but even when she talks about love, she can poke into people's hearts casually.

In a trance, I remembered the lyrics of a song.

"When we finally embrace each other tightly, all suffering will end sweetly."

Being able to get a steamed bun sister in this life must be due to the great virtues I have accumulated in my previous life.