Yo, grandpa is here

Memories flooded Qingqing's mind.

All the words he said came to mind at once.

"I like girls who read well."

"She is a highly educated woman with an independent personality. To be precise, she is too independent."

"She has a lot of good qualities, which are enough to break people's stereotypes of women, but she never thinks there is anything wrong with being a woman. She likes beautiful things and sometimes cartoons."

"From an outsider's point of view, she is a perfect person. She has great affinity with others and can get along with anyone. She has a very high emotional intelligence. Anyone who gets along with her will not feel uncomfortable. There is no task that cannot be completed by her. .”

These are all what Buli said when describing Bai Yueguang, no wonder they sound so familiar - isn't this her? !

Independent, highly educated, high emotional intelligence, strong execution, he almost reported her ID card!

How dull is she, that she didn't realize that it was talking about her?

Qingqing recalled this scene with a feeling of being struck by lightning.

Looking up, his caramel-colored pupils are full of her. This unadulterated liking, why couldn't she see it before?

"Have we had any in-depth contact other than the one we had when we were young?"

Qingqing asked him this question several times, but he never answered it directly, only this time was different.

"Yes, since then, you have lived here." He hugged her with one hand, and touched the water surface with the other, the reflections of the two were rippled by his hand, and they were soon stuck together again.

".We science and engineering people, don't understand romance and say it is not ashamed, can you stop being so scary?!" Qingqing pulled his hand out of the water and put it on her face.

Always touching the water, making her look like a female ghost Chu Renmei!
"The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, if you can't touch it, you can't see it, it's all imaginary. I'm a living person, and I let you hold me in your arms. Don't look at the reflection in the water anymore. You can't leave me. Who am I?" ?”

"Chen Qingqing."

"Call me sister~"

"." The man who drank too much still maintained his stubbornness when he was sober, and there was a little grievance in his eyes.

"Why do you keep looking at me, you don't want to do something else? Or, do you think your sister is not attractive enough to you?"

Qingqing's outer robe fell to the ground, and she put her fingers on the inner garment, thinking that she had never eaten pork or seen a pig run?

According to the "process", this step should be undressing, right?

"No, Qingqing is pretty, but I'm used to saving the best for last."

He simply answered every question, and simply made her feel that he was too cruel even if she used more scheming.

Qingqing's fingers, who have always been amazing in action, only paused for a moment, and the next second, the white underwear fell to the ground. Adhering to the pragmatic nature of civil engineering people, they even pressed the bathtub with their hands before acting.

Very good, very stable, enough for her to toss.

In the next second, she slid into the water like a nimble mermaid, hooking her arms at him.

"When a dish is served, you will save the one you like for the last. I am just the opposite of you. I have to eat the one I like first. A second later is to live up to the best state of the food. So, do you want to let me down?"

Of course it can't.

As a result, the water mist was thick and the sound of water stirred, which covered the fast heartbeat, but could not cover the sentence
"Hey, my sister loves you~"

Although she still has many questions in her heart waiting to ask him, there are also many unsolved mysteries between the two.

The atmosphere is in place, other words can be taken slowly, the beautiful day is beautiful, she has more important things to do.

Buli had a very long dream. In the dream, he and Qingqing kissed me and kissed each other. Practice makes perfect.

Just when he put his arms around Qingqing and wanted to discuss it further, he smelled a burning smell and woke up with a jerk.

Sitting up, the curtains were drawn in the room, and it was still dark outside. He looked at the pillars on the roof, and was in a trance for a moment.

Is it a dream?

No, not a dream.

The smell is too obvious.

Buli sat up straight, lifted the quilt and was about to get off the kang, looked down and was stunned.

Where are all his clothes?
On the strong chest muscles, there are several neat small teeth marks.

Like a steel seal, it is clearly marked in the most conspicuous position, and you can tell whose "masterpiece" it is at a glance.

The messy quilt was rolled into a ball because it could not be written. Since this quilt was made, it probably has never seen such absurd entanglement last night, and it was roughly thrown aside.

Under him is a newly changed mattress, a woman who is not good at housework is so bold.

Qingqing ran in with a shovel in hand, saw that Buli had woken up, and laughed dryly.

"Morning!"

She thought the room was too smelly, so she wanted to come in and open the window to let in some air, but she didn't expect him to wake up.

"You set the house on fire?" He looked around for a spark.

"It's not that exaggerated. I want to warm up the chicken soup for you. I don't know how to handle the stove very well. It burns out after washing rice. I really know how to cook, that's right."

It is not a very good memory for Qingqing to rub her hands together and say good morning to her handsome boy in this way.

Although she seldom cooks, she doesn't want to stretch her hips like this. She really doesn't know enough about the performance of the original stove, and she overturned the car after cooking.

Buli was too kind to her, and he never asked her to cook after being here for so long, and he would let Yao Yao come over when he went out, so that Qingqing overestimated her cooking ability.

"Understood, it was the stove that moved first." Buli pressed his temples, the hangover was still there, and his head still hurt, but those things from last night were all engraved in his mind.

Next time you go to the market and pass by that winery, you must go in and ask for an explanation.

When he bought wine, he obviously wanted the lowest alcohol content. He thought that his drinking capacity should be able to hold up, but he was careless. The aftertaste of the wine is really fucking strong!
But fortunately, where he should perform, he still performed stably, Qingqing should be very satisfied, right?
"You rest, I'll cook." Buli grabbed his trousers and was about to put them on, Qingqing casually put the shovel on the table, and went to wrap his arms around his neck.

"I wanted to pretend to be virtuous, but obviously, this is not something I'm good at."

So, let her do what she is good at.

Leaning forward, she smiled close to his lips:
"Sir, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." The sweetheart is close at hand, hungry, but not hungry.

"Are you sober?" she asked sweetly.

Keep nodding.

"I want to pretend to be virtuous and prepare the meal before you get up, but you have also seen that I failed, so I plan to 'reward' you in other ways."

The trousers in his hand fell into her hands at some point, she picked them up with her long fingers, and the trousers drew a perfect parabola and fell to the ground.

Buli's Adam's apple slid up and down, and her heart and soul were hooked away by her just like that pair of pants.

"But until then, we have a score to settle."