Under the predecessor's cat curse GL

He Dongyang answered without thinking: "It's not her, who else, I saw you take her things with my own eyes."

Only then did her head light up. Didn't this expose the fact that she had followed Xia Shuang?

"Cough... In fact, everyone buys the same thing, I don't mind," He Dongyang was so nervous that he began to lick his lips, "I happened to pass by, and then I saw it."

There was a crisp sound of chewing something next to it, and it took Xia Shuang a long time to say: "I bought the chocolate, and I didn't take what Lin Xin gave me at the time, and don't explain so feebly, I don't mind following me. "

"..."

"I'm a little upset."

He Dongyang slumped on the sofa and kicked his legs forward.

For a long time, Xia Shuang didn't come to coax the cat. He Dongyang turned his head and saw that Xia Shuang was busy fiddling with the phone again.

Sure enough, I was still busy.

Xia Shuang replied some messages and put the half-eaten apple on the table: "Lin Xin said that she wants to see me this afternoon."

He Dongyang didn't get up, and said beyond the mundane: "See you, anyway, you closed the door that day, let's see what you can say when you meet."

"I'll make it clear to her, don't think too much about it."

Xia Shuang's expression was particularly determined.

But He Dongyang couldn't help laughing: "You talk like a scumbag, I just tend to think too much, sometimes, but when I calm down, I can think about everything. I remember, we haven't sat down and chatted like this for a long time right?"

"Yes," Xia Shuang squeezed her palm, "It's been a long time, and I can't remember when it started."

During the daytime, the white light in the room also appeared weak, and a piece of orange flashed past Xia Shuang's eyes. He Dongyang turned into a human body to carry the fish head, walking carefully step by step.

A day or two before being exposed, both of them were immersed in the absurd facts, but they were calm to each other, and those weird feelings could not be waved away immediately.

All of a sudden, it seemed that none of the series of things happened. They just had a quarrel, broke up, and then sat down calmly, ready to see who would compromise first, and continue the rest of the day.

No matter what, He Dongyang is very clear about one thing, she loves Xia Shuang, and after so many years, she just gets entangled and never changes.

Looking at Xia Shuang again, He Dongyang said without arrogance that Xia Shuang felt the same way about her.

I remember the teacher asked He Dongyang to have a debate in college: Is love still love in the end?

He Dongyang had a clear mind at the time. She said that love is not just love in the end, it will gradually be mixed with other emotions, such as family affection.

Therefore, the pure love between her and Xia Shuang could not continue. Four years told her that this was true.

Fortunately, it was not too late for each other to realize this problem. While being made a huge joke by God, He Dongyang also realized what to do in the future.

She dawdled in leaving the room for a while before she took the tray out.

Xia Shuang handed over to her and stood up: "I'll serve the meal."

He Dongyang straightened his skirt, sat on a chair and waited for her.

After Xia Shuang finished speaking, the two tacitly said nothing else.It used to be the same when they occasionally got together for a meal, you pick your food, I hold my bowl, the strange atmosphere is like eating at the same table with a stranger in the school cafeteria.

There are few dishes on the table, and they are all home-cooked dishes.

He Dongyang took two mouthfuls of rice in silence, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Shuang, steamed fish heads are not tasty, let's stew them in the future."

Xia Shuang stretched out the hand to pick up the vegetables: "Remember it."

Afraid that she would think too much, He Dongyang hastily added, not forgetting to smile a little better: "I think we'll still work together in the future, so don't worry about these little things."

"You didn't even ask me if I agreed or not, so you made your own claim?" Xia Shuang lowered her expression and spoke slowly.

"Then is it too late to ask for your opinion?"

After all, He Dongyang leaned on the table and rubbed towards Xia Shuang.

Xia Shuang stuffed a chopstick of fish into her mouth and smiled sweetly: "It's not too late, I agree."

He Dongyang was chewing the fish, his thoughts were flying, his eyes were erratic: "Don't laugh like that, I'm just an ignorant kitten."

Xia Shuang was still smiling, and lowered her head to concentrate on eating.

The person on the other side has important things hidden in his heart, and he can't eat well. He pokes at the rice in the bowl boredly, takes a long time to take a bite, and then can chew for a long time.

After waiting for a long time, Xia Shuang ate one-third of the fish head. He Dongyang breathed out: "Tomorrow, I will tell you something important tomorrow. Don't ask now, I'm afraid I won't be able to say it by then." .”

Xia Shuang raised her clear eyes: "I have something to tell you tomorrow."

He Dongyang applauded.

Suddenly I heard Xia Shuang say: "The rice is not as good as cat food, or there are rice worms in it, are you going to count them one by one?"

He Dongyang: "..."

There is something in my heart that I can't eat, and the fish has not been marinated, so the taste is too bland.

He silently decided to tell Xia Shuang about the task in his heart. He Dongyang would turn back into a cat later and wanted to have a good sleep. Unexpectedly, Xia Shuang went out to meet Lin Xin. Before leaving, he remembered to ask her to write out the manuscript Give it to Miss Wang.

How miserable.

The weather is so good, it's a good time to take a nap in the afternoon, but she, a little cat, not only has to think about her future life, but also has to outline the lives of other people in the article.

He Dongyang thought to himself, he forgot wherever he wrote, not to mention that readers couldn't see her foreshadowing, even her own mother and the characters' names could be remembered wrongly.

Goodness, she felt like she was going bald when she touched the novel.

Before five o'clock in the afternoon, Xia Shuang came back with fresh vegetables, although He Dongyang's time was used up tonight and he had no chance to enjoy himself.However, Xia Shuang was in a relaxed state, thinking about tomorrow's dinner in a flash of inspiration.

It's a pity that He Dongyang's manuscript didn't move a single word after he came back, Xia Shuang saved her share of dinner and continued to ask her to write the manuscript.

He Dongyang complained endlessly, re-examined what he wrote countless times, and saw that it was completely dark and Xia Shuang ate alone, and He Dongyang finally figured out what was right and wrong.

Then he slept, and when the next day came, He Dongyang put the confession in the evening, so that he would have time to prepare.Xia Shuang also planned to do the same, but still asked He Dongyang to hurry up with the manuscript, and mocked her that there were only two or three chapters left to write.

He Dongyang's personality was greatly humiliated, and with a clear context, she turned back into a human, turned on the air conditioner, wrapped herself in a blanket and started typing on the sofa.

The scene she imagined was as follows: She was devoting herself to writing the manuscript, and Xia Shuang felt distressed when she saw her thinking too fast, not only peeled the fruit to accompany her, but also fed it into her mouth.

It didn't work out as expected, Xia Shuang was in the studio all day, hurried out to have lunch and then went back to close the door.

So it's an old wife and an old wife, and they don't deserve even a little romance?

He Dongyang hurriedly finished the manuscript and finally finished the manuscript. She has a fast hand, but her pace has been limited by her mobility all the time.

After strenuously stretching for a very long time, He Dongyang stared at the door of the studio with dazed eyes. The door was like a barrier that was difficult to cross, blocking many things.

He Dongyang walked softly to the door, put his ear on it, and after listening for a long time, he vaguely heard Xia Shuang calling someone, his tone seemed apologetic.

Raising his eyebrows, He Dongyang sat directly on the ground, just guarding Xia Shuang.

It is now mid-June, and there will be a painting exhibition in the museum in the middle of next month. It is a feast that Xia Shuang has been looking forward to and planning for a long time.

He Dongyang's legs were paralyzed on the ground, and the floor felt icy cold. She knew in her heart that many teachers would be present at the art exhibition next month, and Xia Shuang was the most dazzling one.

The system is really funny, it must be given such a task at this time.

It was obvious that she wanted to mess with the two of them. If He Dongyang hadn't thought that she had something to hide from Xia Shuang, she would probably have to wait until the mission time was over, and then face overtime punishment.

A week of travel, well, how many people can travel for a week during the National Day Golden Week.

He Dongyang leaned his back against the door, feeling weaker and weaker as he leaned closer, and finally his sitting posture seemed to have his spine pulled out, turning him into an invertebrate.

Life is often in a dilemma, and people who live it are like walking on a single-plank bridge. Whether to retreat or advance, you have to choose one——

"oops!"

When He Dongyang lamented his life pretentiously, he ignored the door she was leaning on, and the door would be opened.

Holding the phone, Xia Shuang looked down at the person lying face up on the ground, frowning, what kind of posture could change into the current posture after she opened the door.

Ugly.

He Dongyang had no strength at all, exhausted both physically and mentally, he broke his pot and fell, and simply slumped: "I'm busy, didn't I bring an apron, didn't I draw?"

Xia Shuang tapped her shoulder: "Get up, the ground is so dirty."

He Dongyang wanted to cry but had no tears: "You should obviously say 'When the sun rises, the ground is so cold, I will feel distressed'."

Xia Shuang didn't even have any intention of pulling He Dongyang, and Xia Shuang stepped over her body, with a joyful look in the corner of her eyes: "I'm not a child anymore, and I'm still so self-willed. Go to the sofa and the tea party will begin."

He Dongyang sat up awkwardly, inexplicably nervous, and swallowed unconsciously when he helped the door to get up.

Xia Shuang sat down first, and there was no sign of tea at all, and there was no dessert. Can this be called a "tea party"? There is no soul at all.

After a moment of twitching, He Dongyang sat on Xia Shuang's lap. She had just sat on the ground for so long, and the floor was indeed cold, and the temperature of her legs dropped a lot.

Xia Shuang naturally stretched out her hands, put her arms around her waist, and rested her head on He Dongyang's chest, sticking to the soft spot without notice.

Being so close together, He Dongyang bit the tip of his tongue: "Then why don't you talk about it first, my business... cough is not particularly important."

What if He Dongyang was thrown out immediately after speaking.

Hearing this, Xia Shuang hugged He Dongyang even tighter, and muffled into her arms: "I think, let's go on a trip next week, you and me, by car."

"what!"

He Dongyang jumped from her body to the ground in shock.