She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 310 Life is not easy, Jing Xing sighs

"No." Xiao Nuomi Duanzi shook his head, looked at him with black and white eyes, his eyebrows were curved, and his tone was firm, "You can't guess wrong."

Seeing her being so sure, Jing Xing was actually aroused curiosity, could it be that there is such a thing as telepathy?
"Three?" Jing Xing tentatively said a number.

The little glutinous rice dumpling blinked, and then slowly opened its hand in front of him, in the palm of which lay a single pink fruit candy.

Ah... I still guessed wrong, Jing Xing just came up with this idea, and saw the little glutinous rice dumpling took out two more fruit candies from the pocket of his coat, and then put them together with the one just now. into his palm.

"That's right, three." She looked at him and said every word.

Jing Xing was taken aback.

Before he could react, the little glutinous rice dumpling squeezed out another candy with her thin white fingers. She lowered her head and peeled off the candy wrapper, then tiptoed to stuff the candy into his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste spread on the tip of his tongue, Jing Xing lowered his eyes, and clenched the three fruit jelly candies in his palm.

"What's the smell?" Xiao Nuomi Duanzi looked at him, and suddenly asked without beginning or end.

Jing Xing didn't keep up with her jumping thinking for a while, and was at a loss for a while: "Ah?"

She pointed to the candy wrapper in her palm, and asked, "What's the taste of this candy?"

Jing Xing savored the sweet and greasy taste remaining on the tip of his tongue, and replied, "Strawberry flavor."

"No." She shook her head.

Isn't it right?Jing Xing thought about it again, and said uncertainly, "Milk smell?"

"Not right." She still shook her head.

Jing Xing couldn't recall it anymore, and was about to lower his head to see what was written on the candy wrapper she was holding in her hand, but the little glutinous rice dumpling suddenly stood on tiptoe, grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled it down forcefully.

Jing Xing was unprepared, and was dragged by her to bend down. Before he could react what happened, a soft touch came from the corner of his lips.

Jing Xing's body froze suddenly.

An extremely light kiss, like a touch of water, made Jing Xing maintain this posture, and froze in place.

The little glutinous rice dumpling didn't move away, and continued to pull down his collar with both hands, and the distance between the two got closer.

"What's the taste?" Little Nuomi Duanzi asked again.

Jing Xing: "..."

At this time, who still pays attention to the taste of fruit candy? Now his mind is full of "Fuck? What happened just now? This kiss is too fast, right? Can you apply to do it again?"

Seeing that he was silent, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi smiled, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "It smells like Lin Qingyou."

Jing Xing's Adam's apple slipped up and down, and after a while, he let out a low "ah", and repeated after her: "It's the smell of small glutinous rice balls."

"It's the smell of your glutinous rice dumpling." The glutinous rice dumpling corrected.

Jing Xing hummed in a hoarse voice, and said in a low voice, "It's the smell of my little glutinous rice balls."

His little glutinous rice dumplings.

his.

Jing Xing had to admit that he was indeed teased by the little glutinous rice dumpling. This little glutinous rice dumpling usually looks cute, as if it is half a beat behind in responding to everything, but it is unexpectedly teased at critical moments man.

Alas, life is not easy, Jing Xing sighed - what should I do if my girlfriend is more flirtatious than me, wait online, it's very urgent.

There is Jing Xing's room in the old house. Jing Zhen and Wei Shuyu are basically not at home because of their work, so Jing Xing often stayed here in the old house when he was young.

There are still all his childhood memories here.

Lin Qingyou happily followed him to the third floor, Jing Xing was affected by her emotions, and smiled along with her, pinching her soft cheeks with his slender fingertips: "Why are you so curious about me when I was a child?"

Lin Qingyou pulled his hand, looked at him pretending to be serious, and said, "I want to know more about my boyfriend, and see if my boyfriend has any green plum sisters."

Jing Xing smiled because of her words, and curled the corners of his lips slowly: "Little Nuomituan, have you heard a word? Bamboo horses are no match for heaven."

Lin Qingyou was following him to the third floor, and when she heard his words "The bamboo horse is no match for the sky", she immediately stopped, then raised her head, and looked at him suspiciously: "You... don't really have any green plums. sister?"

She didn't want his boyfriend to suddenly show up with some kind of confidante, Qingmei sister, who would drink with him every day and have a long talk with him every night.

Please, brother, can you save her some time?

"No." Jing Xing raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender, with a lingering smile in his dark eyes, "Nuomi Tuan, don't wrong me."

Lin Qingyou tilted her head, stared into his eyes, and asked again: "Really?"

Judging by his reaction, it doesn't seem like there is nothing.

Jing Xing really followed her words and thought about it seriously, and then said with a quite calm expression: "If Yang Yang is my Qingmei sister, then there is."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Well, of course this doesn't count.

The carpet on the stairs has been spreading from the first floor to the corridor on the third floor. Jing Xing's room is at the end of the corridor, next to an empty study room.

There is nothing in his bedroom, which is similar to the home in Half Moon Bay. It is a simple bed, a desk in front of the French window, and a double sofa next to it.

Although the room has been vacant for a while, there should be a servant who comes to clean it regularly every day. The room is still clean and there is no dust.

Lin Qingyou looked around in his room, but couldn't find any trace of his life. If it weren't for the fact that his bedroom in Half Moon Bay was as simple as this one, she would have wondered if this room belonged to him. up.

Jing Xing stopped at the door and didn't come in, he leaned against the door frame, his eyes never left Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's body for a moment, his dark eyelashes were slightly pressed down, concealing the imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

The little glutinous rice dumpling turned around two more times without giving up, and finally said with emotion: "Jing Xing, your room is really empty." She seemed to be tired from wandering around, so she took two steps back and lay crookedly on the sofa superior.

Just now I saw a layer of woolen blanket on the sofa, which looked soft and soft. Sure enough, after lying on it, it seemed that the whole person was buried in Qiyue's belly.

The orientation of the room is very good. At this moment, the sunlight outside the room came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on her eyelids. Lin Qingyou covered her eyes with her hands.

Jing walked over and squatted down in front of her, his slender fingertips brushed over her thick eyelashes, and then slowly tucked the hair scattered on the side of her face behind her ears.

(End of this chapter)