[Zhentong] Every day I see the goddess, I want to have a haircut

Once again won the title of Little Clumsy Meng, Wang Zhenzhen and the group of friends in the meow circle quarreled for a while, thinking that tomorrow is the weekend, and the dishes that I have been wanting to try can finally be implemented, hang the ball number, click on the Dafang Forum to remember again After looking at the steps of making sweet soup, I came out of the bedroom door. As expected, my mother’s bedroom door was still closed at this time. Wang Zhenzhen sighed, and recently released a game. I don't understand how a game can involve passion, but my mother doesn't have a pastime on weekdays. After playing the game, people seem to be more cheerful, so she didn't interfere. It was just a game. She also tried it out of curiosity. If she can't play at all, she doesn't understand how her mother can be so obsessed with this game.

Because there are like-minded good friends!

Shaking her head, Wang Zhenzhen thought of her ambiguous smile when she asked her mother that time, and felt that it would be better if she didn't know.

He went straight into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and started tossing in full swing.

'My daughter can't be such a man': The leader is not here today?

'Take people's underpants thousands of miles away': It is said that the company is busy and will not come up for a while

'My daughter can't be that guy': oh

Ouyang Jiajia felt quite regretful. Originally, she planned to continue talking about her daughter with the head of the group. Only by talking with the head of the group in private, would she not be fooled by the bastards in the group.

"Mom, drink sweet soup."

After knocking on the door, Wang Zhenzhen called out.

After waiting for a while, the bedroom door opened, and Ouyang Jiajia's head stuck out.

"Sweet soup? Oh no! Look at my mother's memory! I forgot to make sweet soup for our lovely Zhenzhen."

Wang Zhenzhen took Ouyang Jiajia directly to the living room, and Ouyang Jiajia saw the two bowls that were steaming at a glance.

"Zhenzhen, did you do it yourself?"

No wonder Ouyang Jiajia was so surprised. Wang Zhenzhen had never been exposed to these things before. Zhenzhen said that she wanted to learn how to cook. After all, she thought that the child was a 3-minute heat, so she didn't take it seriously. Jane would surprise herself with such a big surprise.

"It's delicious, Zhenzhen is a good crafter!"

I tried a spoonful, and to be honest, the sweet soup tasted really good, not too sweet, which made Ouyang Jiajia feel very relieved, I didn't expect Zhenzhen to have a talent for cooking.

"Really? As long as mom likes it."

After trying to take a spoonful, it was about the same as what she expected. Wang Zhenzhen nodded with satisfaction, and chatted with her mother about some interesting things while drinking the soup.

After drinking a bowl, Wang Zhenzhen served another bowl for Ouyang Jiajia, and Ouyang Jiajia laughed and teased Wang Zhenzhen.

"The craftsmanship of Zhenzhen in our family is really good. I think Zhenzhen's sweetheart will be very lucky in the future!"

Hearing her mother talk about her sweetheart, Ma Xiaoling's face immediately flashed in Wang Zhenzhen's mind, which was relatively thin-skinned, and immediately blushed.

"I don't know if she likes to drink sweet soup. It would be great if she could come to our house for dinner."

Wang Zhenzhen said in a low voice, the words were full of affection, everyone could tell the difference, but unfortunately Ouyang Jiajia, the only one who could tell the difference, didn't feel happy at all, and burst into tears in her heart, this kind of daughter would become a lace girl The sense of sight on the side should not be too cruel!

His complexion has never been better since he stepped into the room, and he followed the pace of Zhenwu, but the impatience in his eyes became more obvious.

"boss."

Zhenwu lowered his head and called respectfully, then stood aside, revealing the future behind him, the hatred in the eyes of the man sitting on the sofa in the future almost came out.

"Thank you, Ken."

He responded lightly, and then all his attention was shifted to the future who was staring fiercely at him.

"Future, have you played enough?"

The words don't seem very intimate, but when facing the future, the face is much more relaxed.

Future snorted, cast a contemptuous glance at the man on the sofa, went to sit on the sofa opposite the man, and didn't intend to answer.

Before the man said anything, a woman with big eyes and long curly hair who had been standing behind the man had already choked.

"Boss is asking you something!"

"What is your identity!"

The future sneered, and coldly went back to the past.

The baby-faced woman immediately became furious, and the air around her froze for a moment.

"Pika."

The man on the sofa called out warningly.

Bi Jia curled her lips, although she was a little unwilling, she still didn't continue to confront the future.

"It's a fine dog of yours."

Future casts Bi Jia a provocative look.

"you!"

Biga gave the future a hard look.

"Mirai Yamamoto."

The expression on Future's face changed, and he finally became honest.

"Biga is my subordinate, and you are my daughter. There is no conflict between the two. You have to understand, the future."

The man said softly, his posture on the sofa didn't change, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.

"I'm not your daughter! I said a long time ago that I don't have a father like you!"

As if he touched something, Mirai Yamamoto immediately became furious, stood up and rushed into his room without looking at the man again.

No one spoke in the room for a while, Biga glanced at the man, there was undisguised worry and anger towards Yamamoto's future in his eyes.

"boss..."

Biga was about to say something, but the man waved his hand, and Biga had to keep his mouth shut.

After sitting for a while, the man seemed to be thinking about something, but he just let Biga and Ken in the room leave.

After the two left, the man got up from the sofa, glanced at the room with the closed door, and finally walked into his own room.

The man's room was furnished in a full-color dark blue color, which was simple but rigorous. The man sat at the desk, thought for a while, and dug out from the back of the bookcase, and finally took out a puppet.

Putting the puppet on the desk, the man folded his hands and stared at the puppet for a long time.

"I'm your father, you can't talk to me like that."

After a while, the man frowned and said to the puppet with a serious face.

The puppet looked carefully, but it was clearly the Q version of the future, and the dress and clothing of the future were not much different from the puppet.

It's just an ordinary puppet, so naturally it won't answer him, but it won't choke with him all the time to make him feel impetuous, although usually he won't show it on his face.

"Yeah, of course I'm your father. I'm a legal couple with your mother. I've slept with your mother for so many years. Don't you know?"

Sitting up straight, the man felt that this was a serious situation, how could the daughter not even understand this.

"Aren't you in a relationship with Domoto Shingo? Isn't that kid okay? Then Dad doesn't worry about handing you over to a soft guy."

A man feels that if his subordinates cannot make his daughter happy, then he will definitely consider whether to allow the two to continue dating. Although the two have been in love for decades, there are tens of thousands of men in the world. If it is not possible, then find another one. It's pleasing to the eye, one bite is enough, but male blood is really bad to drink.

"But Xue is soft-hearted. If you must follow Ken, and Mom agrees, Dad will naturally not object, right! In the future."

The man's expression finally softened. For so many years, he has only had two favorite women, but unfortunately one is dead and the other hates himself to the bone.

With her eyes closed, if she hadn't given up on herself at the time and didn't notice Xue's situation, with her soft temperament, even if she bit her and turned her into a monster, she wouldn't blame herself. would hate myself so much.

"There is still a chance, right! Snow."

Open the drawer, put the puppet in the deep part of the drawer, and then take out a photo frame, which is the only photo of the young self and the future when Xue was holding the baby.

"Snow, I miss you very much."

Serious as if taking an oath, this man has only two women who can influence him, and he has always felt guilty towards Xue, and he has even forgotten how to smile after a long time.

"Ok?"

Wang Zhenzhen looked behind her, but there was no one behind her. Why did she feel that someone was calling her?

Thinking about it, I don't know, Wang Zhenzhen didn't take it to heart, but continued to wash the bowl, put the bowl into the cupboard, wiped the water from her hands, and did not leave the kitchen until her hands were clean.

Tomorrow morning I have to go to the vegetable market, thinking about it makes me feel excited, Wang Zhenzhen is going to sleep, but before she turns off the computer, the ball keeps ringing.

It's just that this time it was a friend I met in another group, a friend who was a little weird.

Didn’t I mention that Wang Zhenzhen likes figurines and other otaku essentials? It just so happens that she is also very handy, and she also does some private work in the figurines forum on weekdays, making some small dolls. , I can't say that I can get on the stage, not to mention how good the business is, but I have received several orders on weekdays.

This time I found a previous customer, but I only made small things once, and why I remembered this person after I did it once is also because this person is so unique, that person speaks very little, and the name of Qiuqiu is very popular. Feminine, just talked to him once and knew he was a man, or a concise man.

'Favorite Snow Miku': In addition to puppets, can bracelets be made?

'Iron-Blooded Man': Yes, are you going to make a bracelet this time?

Wang Zhenzhen waited for a while, and then the person over there sent me an um. For a moment, Wang Zhenzhen didn't know how to type the next sentence.

'Favorite Snow Miku': I saw your new contact information, what is that?

At first, Wang Zhenzhen didn't realize what this favorite meant, but after looking at the screenshots sent by favorite, Wang Zhenzhen understood.

'Iron Blood and True Man': It's a mutual fan account, a software that can be used on mobile phones wherever there is an Internet connection, which is more convenient than Qiuqiu.

Disappeared again, Wang Zhenzhen was a little surprised, but she didn't finish talking there, and she couldn't go offline, so she could only wait.