Jane Sanshao's love story

Yuan Chengyi clicked his tongue and cursed, "Jian Qiubai, do you really think that I dare not beat you!"

Jian Qiubai turned around in an instant, walked up to him, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "What do you want to do?"

Yuan Chengyi fell back on the back of the sofa, his eyes slid to his waist, and he said vaguely, "What do you think I want to do?"

Jian Qiubai's eyelids drooped, "I don't know."

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth, "Help me get it out."

Jian Qiubai raised her eyes and asked in confusion, "How?"

Yuan Chengyi snorted, "Aren't you a man? Of course, you can do whatever you want."

Jian Qiubai thought for a while, then said "Oh," and suddenly knelt down on the ground, and raised her hand to touch the zipper of Yuan Chengyi's trousers.

Yuan Chengyi was so frightened that he raised his foot and kicked him again, shouting, "What are you doing!"

Jian Qiubai blinked innocently, "Get it out for you."

"What do you want to use?"

"mouth."

Yuan Chengyi's Adam's apple twitched, and he murmured dryly, "What the hell, what the hell..."

You can't even say a complete sentence for a long time.

His original intention was to let Jian Qiubai help him out, but he didn't expect this kid to be more open than him.

There is no limit to the bold!Jian Qiubai pointed to his ears strangely, "What's wrong with you? Why are your ears so red?"

Yuan Chengyi waved his hands again and again, and roared angrily, "Go away, I'm annoyed when I see you!"

Jian Qiubai's heart suffocated, well, he is already tired of himself to this extent.

It really made him feel sick.

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Jian Qiubai is not good at cooking.

He has spent more than ten years opening his mouth, and his concept of the kitchen is still at the stage of blue and white porcelain plates and jade bowls.

That is, in the past few years, after leaving that home, he started to cook on his own.

Slip fat intestines.

Jian Qiubai stood stupidly in the kitchen with her forehead supported.

This dish is a bit beyond his culinary skills.

"Yuan Chengyi." Jian Qiubai called him.

"What are you doing!" Yuan Chengyi was still frustrated with his boldness.

"What is fat intestine? How to slip?"

"It's in the fridge!"

"The long, thick one?"

Yuan Chengyi cursed secretly, why are the words coming out of this kid's mouth so pornographic?

"Correct!"

"Do you want to cut it?"

"If you don't cut it up, eat it whole!"

"How big is the cut?"

Yuan Chengyi didn't speak.

Jian Qiubai asked again, "How big is the cut?"

Yuan Chengyi roared, "You do it or I do it?!"

Jian Qiubai shut his mouth and dared not speak.

He found that Yuan Chengyi was much more terrifying when he roared.

Play his rhythm every minute.

I don't know how to do it, I can only rely on feeling.

Jian Qiubai began to randomly put seasonings into the pot based on intuition.

His hunger has passed, and now there is only numbness in his stomach.

Because only one dish is made, it will be out of the pan quickly

Jian Qiubai brought the rice to the table.

Yuan Chengyi had finished washing and was sitting at the dining table waiting like an old man.

Jian Qiubai put the pot on the table and lifted the lid.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with a strong aroma.

The scent penetrated into the nose and successfully awakened the hungry insects in Jian Qiubai's stomach, gurgling in his stomach.

Yuan Chengyi looked up at Jian Qiubai's staring eyes, knocked on the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks and said, "Hey, hey, it's almost done, the saliva fell into the pot."

Jian Qiubai swallowed her saliva and asked, "Can I eat it?"

Yuan Chengyi raised his eyebrows, "What do you eat, don't you know your identity?"

Jian Qiubai snorted, and suddenly said, "You still owe me 25 yuan."

"what?"

Jian Qiubai pursed her lips, "It was already eight o'clock when I came, and I was afraid that it would be too late, so I took a taxi."

While talking, Jian Qiubai took out a note from his trouser pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This is the invoice."

Yuan Chengyi smiled angrily, "And then?"

"25 yuan, let me sit down and have a meal, and you don't have to pay it back."

Yuan Chengyi lowered his eyes, suddenly caught sight of his trembling fingertips, and asked silently, "How long have you not eaten?"

Jian Qiubai recalled and said, "About a day."

"why you do not want to eat?"

"No money."

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth, "Your young master of the Jian family has no money?!"

Jian Qiubai shrugged, "I was kicked out."

Yuan Chengyi's face froze, and he said coldly

"That's not so poor that you can't afford to eat, right?"

Jian Qiubai didn't speak.

There are many things that he doesn't want to tell others, let alone him.

Yuan Chengyi got annoyed when he saw that he wanted to hide it, but he couldn't force him to say it, after all, he didn't have this position.

He came to collect debts, and he came to pay debts.

The two of them don't need to know each other.

Jian Qiubai moved the invoice in his hand to him again, and asked, "Look, for this 25 yuan, can I eat it?"

Yuan Chengyi glared at him with a gloomy expression

"I'm afraid you'll pass out at our house later, so... eat it!"

When Jian Qiubai heard this, she immediately pulled the stool away, sat down opposite him, took a piece of chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

delicious.

I don't know if it's because he's extremely hungry, or because he has the talent to be a chef, but in short, he thinks this fat-gut is very successful.

Seeing him eating like a wolf, Yuan Chengyi didn't know what it was like.

The young master who acted recklessly five years ago actually had times when he couldn't get enough to eat.

Back then, he went to the wrong shop because he bought eggs and fried rice. This little bastard kicked him so many times and kept calling him stupid.

When she was working as his bodyguard, Jian Qiubai was very picky about food. She didn't eat vegetables, fennel, or garlic. Every time she bought food for him, he was always tired like a dog.

After buying, I have to secretly pick out the dishes that he doesn't want to eat.

Now, it's really a turn of events.