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Chapter 8 Don't think about the CPU

Most of the news related to Jin Minghui was pornographic news. Shen Yao glanced at it hastily and then quickly glanced at it. Finally, she found a photo of Jin Minghui taken by a magazine in a small corner.

At one end, no, a man with a wretched smile on his face hugged the waist of a young girl affectionately.

A lot of money is needed for a pair of eyes that have never seen this picture!
Just now, Shen Yao said confidently to Chen Yiqian that she only likes Jin Minghui, and she might not be able to cleanse herself by jumping into the Yellow River now.

Chen Yiqian would definitely laugh at her eight hundred times behind his back!

Shen Yao resignedly buried her face in the pillow, and tucked the phone under the pillow by the way.

Even though it is still impossible to conclude that the situation in Shen Baicheng's group is related to Jin Minghui, Shen Yao feels that there is no such thing as a storm. If there is no connection between the two, how can Aunt Fang's sudden phone call and Shen Baicheng's uncharacteristic pressure be explained.

Shen Yao looked up at the incandescent lamp above the room, her head ached, she simply stopped thinking, and buried herself back on the bed after a simple wash.

"morning."

Early the next morning, Shen Yao looked at someone standing at the door of the room with one hand in her pocket, her anger rose, and she slammed the door panel hard with her hand.

How can someone wake up at 7 in the morning to call the door?
Shen Yao curled her whole body into the quilt, as if she couldn't hear the dense knocking on the door outside.

After an unknown amount of time, the knocking on the door stopped, and before the joy in Shen Yao's heart subsided, a voice passed through the door into Shen Yao's ears.

"I won't get up again to deduct your money."

this kid!
You can touch my door, but you can touch my money, no!

Shen Yao clenched the quilt in front of her body, stood up and sat up from the bed again, and walked out of the room after washing with force.

Chen Yiqian had already sat up straight at the dining table, and he was still pinching a copy of the Economic Times in his knuckle fingers. The fine spots of light were dotted in front of his hair, casting a layer of shallow shadows, which firmly caught people's eyes. Don't close your eyes.

"What, are you dumbfounded?"

When Shen Yao came back to her senses, she saw Chen Yiqian folded the newspaper and placed it beside the dining table, crossed his legs, and looked at her with a half-smile.

Shen Yao's face flushed slightly, with a little bit of enthusiasm rising, and hurriedly walked to the side of the large double-door refrigerator to pick out the side dishes for this morning.

"The man you mentioned last night, I went to inquire again. Even if you like his style, the possibility of the two of you succeeding is not very high." Chen Yiqian paused, his throat seemed to overflow. Some smiles came, "I heard that he only has a little girl with him."

Shen Yao's strength in cutting the side dishes suddenly became a little stronger, and the kitchen knife hit the chopping board with a burst of crispness, which was more powerful than that of the pork shop owner.

Chen Yiqian suddenly felt a gust of cool wind blowing from all directions, caressing his body affectionately.

He coughed lightly and changed the topic: "How is your elbow?"

Shen Yao was stunned for a moment, before realizing that it was her bruised elbow yesterday.

In fact, there is no problem, the wound just looks scary, but in fact the wound is not deep, and it has basically healed by seven or eight points after sleeping, and a shallow scab has formed.

She continued to move her hands and replied: "No problem, it's almost fine."

Chen Yiqian responded, and folded the newspaper, ready to read it again.

After preparing the side dishes, you can start to prepare the clear soup. After the light soy sauce and dark soy sauce are well proportioned, add the noodles, and a bowl of clear soup noodles will come out of the pot.

"Noodles today."

Shen Yao brought the noodles to the dining table, and moved the chopsticks first.

Chen Yiqian glanced at the noodle soup in the clear soup with little water in the bowl, he clenched the chopsticks in his hand and put them down again, but finally he didn't put the noodles into his mouth.

He seldom eats pasta on weekdays. In addition, it is the morning and he has no appetite. The whole person looks depressed. After thinking twice, he politely reminded: "I don't like pasta. It should be lighter in the morning. There is too much oil.”

"Choose whether your mouth is tall or not."

Besides, where is the oil on the noodles?What I make is noodles in clear soup, which can no longer be light. If anyone cooks without oil, if they are so pure, they can drink the morning dew from the yard every day. Give it a thumbs up.

Shen Yao calmly retorted in her heart, and moved her chopsticks first.

Chen Yiqian didn't pay attention to Shen Yao's careful thinking, it took a long time before he finally got enough of the psychological struggle, picked up a small chopstick and gently put the noodles into his mouth, it was indeed unexpectedly delicious.

The salty aroma immediately filled his taste buds. The strong noodles and refreshing side dishes melted together, which subtly relieved the greasiness in the noodles. appropriate.

Ever since he took the first bite, Chen Yiqian has never put down the chopsticks in his hand, and he finished the whole bowl of noodles including soup and noodles even faster than Shen Yao.

Shen Yao put the chopsticks next to the bowl, raised her hand and took out a piece of paper to wipe the corner of her mouth, and asked deliberately: "Isn't it because I don't like noodles and have no appetite? You eat so fast."

"I'm just afraid that you will be sad. Eat a whole bowl of rice as encouragement."

For encouragement.

Hearing these words, Shen Yao curled her lips, even if the sky fell, Chen Yiqian would still hold her mouth against it.

"Shen Yao, I'm not joking with you. I rarely interact with Jin Minghui on weekdays." After finishing his meal, Chen Yiqian put down his chopsticks and looked at Shen Yao with a seriousness that he had never seen before.

Shen Yao nodded, indicating that she had remembered that there were some things that Chen Yiqian couldn't explain too clearly, it would be good if he could remind her.

"Chen Yiqian, I'm going to travel after I've brought the rice cooker." Shen Yao casually stretched her waist, looking at Chen Yiqian with a flash of light in her eyes.

Recently, she is really tired of making money, and urgently needs to find a place to let herself go.Fortunately, now she has a considerable income in her small coffers, and after doing this, she will go on a trip, go to the mountains to see the sunrise over the sea of ​​clouds that her mother has always been thinking about.

When I was a child, my mother was seriously ill and couldn't take the opportunity to travel. Every time I wrote a composition, my mother would hold her in her arms and talk about the rolling mountains and the clouds and mist.

Now she can finally take the time to see for herself what the sunrise in the sea of ​​clouds looks like.

Shen Yao put away the nostalgia in her eyes, stood up and put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, but the mobile phone in the apron vibrated at this moment.

She had to hastily put the bowls and chopsticks on the ground, raised her hand and took out the mobile phone in the apron.

As soon as the phone was connected, Shen Baicheng's angry voice came from it.

"Shen Yao, when will you arrive? Do you want our whole family to wait for you?"

(End of this chapter)