Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Yu grabbed her little hand and took her to stroke the little tooth mark she left on him last night, then raised his eyebrows, "Like to bite?"

"No!" Pei Qiqi bit her lip, "It was you who pressed me last night, and I just... bite!"

Tang Yu looked at her carefully explaining, but he was thinking, next time if she was there next time, would she bite there too?

But always think about it, not put it into action.

He let go of her and got up, and said flatly, "Give me some food later!"

Pei Qiqi let out a cry and wanted to ask him why he loves chicken noodles so much, but he didn't dare to ask.

Breakfast was waived. It was lunch directly. In addition to the chicken noodles, she also fried two small stir-fries. Tang Yu looked at it. Although she didn't say anything, she ate a lot... it was praised for her cooking skills.

Today is Sunday, Tang Yu did not go out, sat on the sofa, nor did he deal with official affairs, so he flipped through the magazine...

He didn't go out, Pei Qiqi could only accompany him, sitting on the other side of the sofa.

After all, he was still too tired, his little head tilted, and he slowly fell asleep on the sofa.

The sunlight from outside shined through the glass into the living room, smearing a layer of gold on the people inside.

Sofa, girl, young man...

Everything is beautiful and quietly overflowing like a painting.

Tang Yu raised his eyes and stared at the sleeping Pei Qiqi in a daze. There was not much expression on his face, but there was a rare gentleness in his dark eyes.

The slender finger released the magazine, stood up and walked over to look at her condescendingly.

The small face, freshly researched and picturesque, wearing a pure white skirt, the cloth is attached to the undulating curve, beautiful and moving.

But how can such a girl cook a good dish?

Tang Yu sat beside her, reaching out and holding her little hand.

She is white and tender, but her palms are somewhat thin. Although not rough, it shows that she is doing housework.

He thought of Zhou Meilin's attitude towards her... She has been having a hard time.

Tang Yu watched for a long time, then gently picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Only he knew that he couldn't let her go.

At least, it goes against the original intention.

She went to school on Monday, and Tang Yu sent her to school. Originally, Pei Qiqi would not be too late. It was a man who suddenly became interested at 7:30 in the morning. Finally, he put the watch on the bedside and choked the time.

Pei Qiqi was sitting in the car, his legs were still soft, his face was blushing, and his whole body looked soft.

Tang Yu drove the car and threw a paper bag to her: "Eat breakfast!"

Pei Qiqi glanced sideways at him, then pursed his lips, eating in small mouthfuls.

She did not speak, but in fact it was a small protest. The inexperienced girl couldn't stand his early eyesight, and Tang Yu obviously knew it, but didn't plan to correct it.

What's the point if the surnames between men and women must be followed step by step?

A good-performance sports car stopped at the gate of B. Pei Qiqi opened the door and got out of the car, but he was stopped by him: "Qiqi!"

She was stunned, because this was the first time Tang Yu called her like this.

Pei Qiqi turned around and looked at him.

Tang Yu smiled slightly, "I will go home at about seven today, remember to cook."

The last time she met the pervert/state near Xiacheng, he did not forget, and guessed that she met when she went to change clothes. Of course, the pervert/state has been repaired severely by the person Meng Qingcheng asked for, but this, he There is no need to tell her.