She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 220 Don't Ask, Asking Just Wants To Marry (Two More In One)

Cheng Xu continued to talk in the tone of a love expert: "The relationship between these two people has to be resolved by the two of them. Others can't get involved. It's useless for you and me to say anything. , you can see that this trip, my sister Qingyou said a few words, Brother Xing will see the sun."

Liang Jidong didn't focus on this, but said: "Putting the clouds to see the sun? Xu Xu, you use this idiom well."

Cheng Xu shook the spoon in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's not worth mentioning. I've been working hard in Chinese recently, and I prefer to apply what I've learned, so I've made great progress..."

In view of the strong smell of food paste coming from the pot, Liang Jidong had no choice but to interrupt his long speech: "Okay, you can stop, I just want to praise you, you are still blowing up endlessly ,besides……"

He pointed to the iron pot behind Cheng Xu, which was about to dry up and caught fire, and said with some doubts, "Is your food burnt?"

Cheng Xu: "Fuck?!"

Cheng Xu turned around, and what caught his eyes was indeed a scorched piece, and he couldn't tell what was fried inside, so he turned off the fire in a hurry.

"It seems to be really confused." Liang Jidong added in a timely manner to show that his guess just now was not wrong.

"..." Cheng Xu shook his arms and turned his head, his eyes were resentful, "Dongzi."

Liang Jidong was stared at him inexplicably, so he opened his mouth: "Huh?"

Cheng Xu picked up the big shovel, shoveled up the pile of black things, dumped them into the trash can, and then said to him earnestly: "Next time when I speak, please focus directly on the key points."

Liang Jidong: "...Okay, I see."

When Lin Qingyou and Jian Jian restored the living room to the same extent, the two chefs, Cheng Xu and Liang Jidong, finally emerged from the kitchen with the prepared dishes, calling for a few people to come over to the dining table.

Hearing the shouts from over there, Jing Xing put down the alcohol cotton in his hand and tried to stand up, but He Xiangyang yelled and pulled him back to the sofa: "No, Brother Xing, what are you doing so fast? The one on my shoulder The wound hasn't been disinfected yet."

"..."

Jing Xing frowned and looked at him... The place he was pointing at was just two shallow "wounds" that could not be seen, and there was a need for a band-aid for disinfectant with great fanfare?
Why are you so hypocritical?
Last time, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi knocked his elbow on the corner of the table, scratched his skin, and bled half of his elbow. He didn't make a sound, just wrapped it in a tissue without changing his face, and it was over.

"Yangyang, do you think I'm very patient recently?" Jing Xing slowly put away the alcohol bottle and glanced back at him.

He Xiangyang finally made a speech, nodded with a smile and said, "It's a lot better. After all, Sister Qingyou is here. I don't believe that you will still get angry in front of her?"

Before his brother Xing said the next sentence, He Xiangyang blocked his mouth in advance: "Hey brother, hold back, you must hold back, don't hit me, or I will go and Qing Sister You has filed a complaint, so I'll tell you that you have no compassion for sick patients."

"..." Jing Xing looked at him with no expression, and his voice was very weak, "I think I just have too much pity for you."

So much so that he drifted a little.

In fact, to be honest, as far as the scratches on He Xiangyang's arms were concerned, if Jing Xing's alcohol was taken for a little longer at night, the scratches on his arms would have to heal.

Jing Xing thought to himself, it's thanks to my quick action, otherwise the wound would have healed after the alcohol cotton was brought over, it would be so embarrassing.

He Xiangyang was still smiling, rolled up his sleeves again, and said, "Oh, finally there is an opportunity to make me float, I have to seize it, after all, this opportunity is really rare."

If it was normal, Jing Xing would have already kicked him on the buttocks, telling him to roll and play wherever he should, how could he be so patient.

"Sister Qingyou?" He Xiangyang collapsed on the sofa like a paralyzed old man, suddenly turned his head towards the balcony, and raised his voice.

Lin Qingyou was sucking cats with Jian Jie on the balcony, when she heard the voice behind her, she responded subconsciously, and turned around: "Huh?"

He Xiangyang raised his arm, pointed at Jing Xing, who was obviously a little impatient standing aside, and said with a very dreamy girlish expression: "Wow~ Sister Qingyou, look, brother Xing has already bandaged my wound. Such a gentle, considerate and meticulous boy, if I were a girl, I would definitely marry him!"

Lin Qingyou: "???"

Lin Qingyou didn't understand his sudden showmanship.

He Xiangyang's play hasn't finished yet, not only changed the posture of holding his chin with both hands, but also changed his expression with pink star eyes, continued to blink his big eyes, and continued talking in a buzzing voice.

"Oh my god, my little friends, look who this is? Hell, this boy is really touching! My god Angel, he is so gentle, don't ask, just want to marry I want to marry!! I want to marry!!!”

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Jing Xing: "..."

This exaggerated acting.

He Xiangyang was very satisfied with his performance, and gave himself a score of 99. One more point was for fear of his own pride, so he leaned over and asked, "Brother Xing, what do you think of my acting skills?"

Jing Xing's expression was a bit indescribable, indicating that he didn't really want to talk.

He Xiangyang didn't know where his confidence came from, and he insisted on getting an answer from his brother Xing, so he patted his chest and asked, "Just say, is my acting skill good?"

Jing Xing: "..."

At this moment, Qiyue jumped down from Lin Qingyou's arms, walked towards Jing Xing with graceful catwalks, and gave a sweet "meow~" for its shit-shoveling officer very intimately.

Wonderful, very wonderful.

The four people and one cat here are still struggling with whether it's good or bad, Cheng Xu howled over from the dining table again: "No, what's the matter with you? What are you doing in a daze, come here? You don't eat actively. You have a problem with your thinking."

"Come here!" Jian Jie closed the door on the balcony with her backhand and answered.

"Little Nuomi Tuan?" Jing Xing turned around and called Xiao Nuomi Duanzi, and was about to walk towards the dining table.

Unexpectedly, He Xiangyang's paws clung to him again: "Brother, you will be a good person to the end, send the Buddha to the West, and put this last Band-Aid on me?"

"Why do you have so many things going on?" Jing Xing clicked his tongue a little impatiently, and stuffed Qiyue into the arms of the little glutinous rice dumpling, resisting the urge to kick his ass, and asked, "Where else? "

(End of this chapter)