Pick up the black material of the opposite home

It's not like Chen Ci has never encountered such words as "cute". Although he always thinks that he is a majestic man with a masculinity of 180 meters, fans on the Internet say "baby", "beautiful", "baby". "Cub", no matter whether the statement admits it or not, it will become desensitized over time, and I don't feel how lethal this word is.

But when the word "cute" came out of Nan Musheng's mouth, Chen Ci was stunned on the spot. After confirming that he was not hallucinating, Chen Ci almost subconsciously hugged his head, thinking that he was 1.8 meters tall and possessed Six-pack abs, arm muscles flashing out, a peerless straight guy (I think) who blinds other people with 24k titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, was praised by another man for being cute, the key is that the person who praised him is still his opponent, that feels really real It's hard to describe, it's like when he was studying and took an exam, how much worry can I ask you?A look at the score of 59.

But the person who said this was still extremely calm, and even smiled at Chen Ci through the faint candlelight. Nan Musheng's smile directly broke the last tight string in Chen Ci's head in two, and then I saw Chen Ci scratching his hair indiscriminately, and almost breaking the candle in his hand to vent his inner depression.

"F*ck!" Chen Ci yelled, "Can you speak normally?"

Nan Musheng's expression was light and innocent: "How did I offend you?"

"From top to bottom, I've been offended everywhere!" Chen Ci countered very rudely.

"It seems that you really don't like me."

"It's good for you to know this kind of thing, it's meaningless to say it."

Nan Musheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and they all said good words that three winters are warm, and bad words hurt people that June is cold, but this old saying obviously does not apply to Nan Musheng. Like the Bodhisattva sitting in the temple, he was unmoved at all, and even occasionally said a few words to make Chen Ci hug his head and shout.

Chen Ci couldn't figure it out. Before yesterday, he and Nan Musheng were just in a very simple relationship. You snatched my resources, and I posted your black material. This kind of pure and beautiful life, but why? In this short period of 24 hours, they unexpectedly met three times inexplicably, and then inexplicably said so many inexplicable words, Chen Ci felt that God was really inexplicable.

"Do you want any more candles?" Nan Musheng still looked calm, as if no matter what the statement said, his mood would not fluctuate too much.

How to describe a person like Nan Musheng?A sentence suddenly flashed in Chen Ci's mind: beautiful luxury goods.He makes countless people yearn for it, but it is so expensive that it discourages countless people. He just needs to sit there, without arguing at all, and makes others feel ashamed.Some of Chen Ci's bones belonged to his own pride. Most of the time in his life, he didn't bother to argue with others, but Nan Musheng's frivolous few words drove him crazy.

Chen Ci shook the candle in his hand, with a vigilant expression on his face: "Hey, one size fits all, I have a prejudice against you, but the candle is innocent."

It's a joke, he managed to do some mental work for himself to come here, he can't come here after listening to some unnutritious words, and then return empty-handed, then Chen Daxingxing is not at a loss!

"Then do you want to come over and sit down?" Nan Musheng pointed to the sofa next to him, and continued, "There is porridge in my stewing pot."

I didn't notice it before, but after hearing Nan Musheng's words, Chen Ci realized that there was indeed a black stewing pot on the coffee table. Because the light was too dark, Chen Ci almost ignored its existence, but it's okay not to look at it. The statement is that he really felt hungry. After watching the movie, he went back to the hotel to sleep. During this period, he didn’t eat any rice, and now that the lights are out of control, he doesn’t think any chef has the perfect skills to go to the kitchen in the dark. He prepares dinner.

So after the candle was innocent, Chen Ci felt that the porridge was also innocent, and of course the most innocent thing was his stomach.Chen Ci is not someone who treats himself badly. Since Nan Musheng sincerely invited him, he mercifully agreed to make a Handsome and charming foodie.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ci immediately turned around and sat down on the sofa. By the way, he pulled the stewing pot in front of him, and asked bluntly, "Is there any extra bowl?"

Nan Musheng didn't seem surprised by the response to the statement, and pointed to the other end of the coffee table: "There are spare lunch boxes."

The next thing was that Mr. Chen opened the stewing pot by himself, and filled most of the lunch box with porridge. The porridge contained corn and yam, and there was a faint fragrance. Chen Ci drank it and did not forget By the way, he complained to the host: "You don't deserve pickles when you drink porridge!"

Drinking porridge without pickles is like eating instant noodles without seasoning packets, cans without pull rings, and popsicles without sticks. All in all, they lack soul.

"Pickles contain a lot of nitrite. Eating too much can cause malnutrition, high blood pressure, and cancer." Nan Musheng replied very understandingly.

Chen Ci snorted slightly, disapprovingly: "You are right, I must have a common language with my mother."

"Chen Ci," Nan Musheng put down the book in his hand completely, and focused his eyes on Chen Ci, he said, "Do you know that there is a saying called short-handed and soft-mouthed."

"Really? Is there such a sentence?"

Seeing Chen Ci's unshakable ability to pretend, Nan Musheng had no choice but to shake his head. The candlelight danced on Chen Ci's face, casting a layer of haze, as if Chen Ci's handsome face was relieved of all attacks. I have to say that as long as Chen Ci does not speak, he is really a bit like a handsome prince who came out of a fairy tale. Of course, keeping Chen Ci silent is as difficult as the real existence in this world. prince.

When Chen Ci's half bowl of porridge was about to run out, he didn't forget to push the stewing pot in front of Nan Musheng: "Here, there's still half a pot left, don't say I'm not righteous."

Nan Musheng picked up another lunch box and filled it with porridge. His movements were slow and orderly, not like serving porridge, but rather like eating steak in a high-end western restaurant. His orderly appearance was in sharp contrast to Chen Ci's feasting.

The light in the room is very dark, cloudy and blurred, and there is a typhoon outside, but maybe the aroma of porridge is too easy to warm people's hearts. Under the flickering candlelight, Chen Ci unexpectedly said: "We are like this. It’s like having a candlelight dinner.”

Nan Musheng was slightly taken aback, then smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "It is indeed a candlelight dinner."

The atmosphere froze in an instant, and then I saw Chen Ci put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up with a "swipe", and hurriedly walked out the door. Sheng didn't react for a while, but Chen Ci just wanted to give himself a big mouth, what nonsense did he say?Has memory been eaten by dogs?

grass!Could Nan Musheng really be the Eastern Gu King?Amitabha, Amitabha!