not a monster

With a bang, a can of Coke fell down, and Feng Wuli took it out and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"This!" She seemed to have been prepared, pointing to the highest drink.

She needs to raise her head and point it out to Feng Wuli.

"Sold out."

"Then... this one." She pointed to another orange juice drink.

"Let me see...it's also sold out."

Wang Xilou wrinkled his face.

In the end, she didn't choose anything, but chose to drink the rest of the little apprentice's drink, saying that it was enough for her to moisten her mouth, and there was no need to waste money.

Feng Wuli sighed, and gave Master the first sip of Coke.

Wang Xilou seemed to be a bit addicted to the abuse, he drank a mouthful of Coke and shouted to continue.

It's really addictive.

Feng Wuli couldn't bear the fact that she was really too tired, and played more healthy in the second half, at least giving people a feeling of going back and forth.

Feed all the balls in front of her.

Instead, he needs to run around to catch the ball and feed it to the respected Master. For this, Wang Xilou is even more sure that he is actually a strong illusion.

He also provoked the wind unreasonably several times.

This person really owes a lesson, but Feng Wuli is not angry.

Wang Xilou didn't know that when you were weak, your self-confessed fangs and claws were just cute in the eyes of others.

Feng Wuli thinks that Wang Xilou is very cute.

Ponu and Wanwan are also back.

"The people at the stadium saw me picking up the bottle, and they didn't know why they came to help me." She was drinking a bottle of iced Coke.

"I thought they were going to grab the bottle from me!"

Feng Wuli was helpless: "You are so beautiful, they want to know you."

Wang Xilou and Po Nu raised their eyebrows, their hearts were exuberantly exalted, but they were calm on the surface.

Feng Wuli taught Wanwan how to fight, and the little fox learned it quickly.

She moved her tail, raised her ears high, and hopped her short short legs very fast. She also had to dub her own voice, yelling 'hey', 'haa' in a low voice.

Several people take turns to go up, and each person has five balls.

When Wang Xilou fought with Po Nu, Feng Wuli felt the best.

Two rookies can stand in a stalemate for a long time, the problem is that they look at each other with... admiration.

Really speechless.

No matter who confronts Wanwan, they will release water.

Feng Wuli is unreasonable to everyone.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Xilou said he was going back to buy vegetables, and asked him what he wanted to eat tonight, Feng Wuli took out a towel from Youhuangli and wiped her sweat: "Suddenly I want to eat pig's trotters."

"At this point, the trotters have already been sold out."

Wang Xilou wanted to wipe it himself, but suddenly he felt good. The boy he took care of was now able to take care of himself, full of sense of accomplishment, so he stood up obediently.

It would be nice if you were a little more obedient.

"Then stir fried pork with chili, and I still want tofu."

"Okay, master, go to the market to see if there is any tofu for sale, and make you mapo tofu."

She asked, "I'm going to the market, and I'm going to ride off the battery. Who of you wants to go shopping with me?"

"Me! I'm going!" Wanwan raised her hand.

"Okay, Wanwan, let's go."

"Goodbye, Master Feng Wuli!" She trotted behind Wang Xilou's buttocks, but Wang Xilou grabbed her tail, and the cutie angrily tried to touch Wang Xilou's buttocks, but Wang Xilou kept dodging her.

Feng unreasonably rides a bicycle to ride a slave.

The wind in the evening of April was a wave of heat, and the ground that had been smothered all day was constantly heating up. Po Nu hugged his waist, his body leaned back as if he had no bones, and his legs stretched forward.

After a while she shook her head again, singing an inexplicable song.

No logic, no tune, no salivary songs.

The only remaining advantage is the good sound.

But inexplicably kind of cute.

"What are you singing?"

She giggled and asked if she sang well.

"It doesn't sound good." He answered truthfully.

"You brag about me!"

"Your legs are so white." He praised her.

Po Nu smiled, sat down, and pressed his upper body up: "Then what do you want to hear? I'll sing for you!"

"Well, can you sing Jay Chou?"

"I can't sing, I can only sing his songs."

Feng Wuli felt speechless, but Po Nu giggled, exactly the same as Wang Xilou.

She sang Daoxiang.

The a cappella is very quiet and pleasant to hear, like the heroine in a TV series singing quietly while hugging the dying male lead, it may not be considered a cappella, after all the mole crickets and crickets in the grass by the roadside accompany her.

He glanced back at her, Po Nu was stopped in the middle of singing, his eyes were smiling, and asked him what he was doing.

Feng Wuli felt that if he was an ordinary high school student, he would be in love with a slave now. This person is like a witch. Ordinary high school students can't subdue the witch, and they will be played around. Fortunately, this witch is dead set on him.

she sang—

smile
Fame is not the goal
Let yourself be happy, this is the meaning

childhood paper airplane
Now it's finally back in my hands

When he rode his bicycle on the riverside road, the sound of waves came from far away. Po Nu pointed to the river water under the setting sun and said that the color was like the soup of Master Kang's spicy noodles.

Feng Wuli said that it was more like braised soup, but Po Nu retorted seriously, saying that the braised one was a little reddish, but now it is more orange, and it is a soup of spicy noodles.

Feng Wuli looked at the river again, and at the beautiful scene of sparkling and golden light, he couldn't get out of Master Kong's spicy noodles no matter what.

The witch has magic and can turn the golden river into a pot of instant noodles.

"I'm craving instant noodles."

"I have a little too." Feng Wuli said.

"Wait to buy two packs?"

"Wang Xilou won't let me eat it..." She said that it was unhygienic and unhealthy, and he wouldn't let him eat spicy sticks. When he was a child, he could only rub against Liu Xiaoxiao, but he often ate it secretly at school.

"You are so grown up and still afraid of her?"

Feng Wuli rides silently, ignoring her.

The dishes, desserts, and pastries that Wang Xilou can cook are much more delicious than instant noodles. How can it be said that he is afraid of Wang Xilou.

When he was about to go down the riverside road, Po Nu said that now it has become braised beef noodles. Feng Wuli saw that it really changed from hot gold to dark red, and was ready to enter the night together with the horizon.

She said that the braised flavor of Master Kong was terrible, and Feng Wuli felt that every time he ate instant noodles in the future, he would think of this dusk, and accidentally made the dusk taste like instant noodles.

She suddenly pointed: "Look! Your cat!"

Feng Wuli looked over there, and there were five cats by the roadside, a three-colored cat, a pure white cat, two orange cats, and a black cat.

Ye Ji took the lead, turning her head and meowing from time to time, and then the other four dirty wild cats timidly followed her.

The cats and cats came and went, causing passers-by to stare at them frequently.

Someone said that the black cat was raised by someone and often came here to play.

Ye Ji ran to a shop that sold grilled sausages, "Bring a grilled sausage to my friends!"

"This cat is begging for food again." The owner of the shop is a middle-aged woman.

"I also brought so many wild cats." She was a little worried, fearing that these cats would affect her business.

Ye Ji turned around and meowed:

"You follow me, I will definitely not starve you, I will reward you with a roast sausage each." She looked up at the boss:

"Bring my sausage."

Passers-by laughed when they saw it, and some people took pictures of the cats and cats.

The black cat was still meowing. It was the first day she brought her younger brother out to hang out. She couldn't lose face. After calling a lot, the boss refused to give her sausages, so she started to roll around.

Showing her belly, meowing to be cute, and pulling the boss's trousers.

Until someone pinched the back of the neck and lifted it up.