She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 645 Lin Qingyou: "What a handsome duck"

Stop fussing with her about this, Jing Xing asked the enthusiastic Sea King brother who blocked their way at the entrance of the KTV just now: "Who was that just now?"

Lin Qingyou was so drunk that she looked at him stupidly and said, "You."

Jing Xing said "Huh?", as if he didn't hear clearly: "Who?"

She pointed at him, her eyes blurred, but she spoke clearly: "You."

Jing Xing: "?"

She licked her lips and said, "Laughs."

"Ah..." Jing Xing came to his senses, she thought he was asking who Leverage was.

At this time, there was a light ding sound from the microwave oven, Jing Xing glanced sideways, and then went over to take out the milk cup.

July had been licking the cat's paws at the door for a while, but now she heard a ding, and she walked over with graceful cat steps, not caring whether she would become a glowing light bulb.

But Jing Xing looked down at it and said, "It's not for you."

"?" Qiyue stopped acting coquettishly by bowing her waist around his trouser legs.

Meow? ? ?
Without changing his expression, Jing Xing handed the milk to the little glutinous rice dumpling sitting on the sink, turned around and squatted down, stretched out his hand and scratched its chin: "Didn't I already feed you?"

Qiyue completely pretended that she didn't hear it, let out a coquettish "meow~", and continued to beg the shit-shoveling officer for her supper, wagging her tail.

"No." Jing Xing stroked its fat face that almost squeezed its round eyes into two small slits, "The veterinarian said, you are too fat, you have to eat less, and be careful of your cholesterol." .”

As a cat, Qiyue, no matter how psychic she is, of course can't understand what the shit-shoveling officer said about cholesterol, but it has been with Jing Xing for a long time, and it can still be judged from his tone of voice roughly meant to be expressed.

At this time, what he wanted to express was—not only do you have nothing to eat, but I think you are a little too fat.

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated.

Fat, this word definitely hits the pain point of all female creatures.

Both people and cats have expressed their abhorrence of this word.

At this time, my shit-shoveling officer is naked|naked|nakedly expressing ridicule at it-you are too fat!You are too fat! !You are too fat! ! !

Qiyue's tsundere temper suddenly came up, and she flicked her tail in displeasure, like a little princess who lost her temper, walked like a catwalk that her relatives didn't recognize, ignored him and left.

After sending Qiyue away, Jing Xing turned around, and just as the words in his mouth started, he saw that the little glutinous rice dumpling that was sitting on the kitchen counter just now had disappeared.

There is still more than half a cup of milk left, but the person is not in the original position.

Jing Xing stood up, washed his hands, then walked towards the living room, and shouted twice: "Youyou, youyou?"

"..."

got no response.

Jing Xing walked to the second floor.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi had already changed into her pajamas and was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, twisting a Buddhist bead with one hand and knocking on a wooden fish with the other.

The ethereal sound of the wooden fish "boom" and "boom" spread slowly and regularly in the air, matched with the compassionate expression on her face, as if she was chanting scriptures for salvation.

For some reason, Jing Xing suddenly felt that this scene looked unusually harmonious.

He stopped at the door, stood and looked at her for a while, and suddenly: "...Huh?"

Wait, wooden fish? ? ?
Jing Xing's gaze paused, and then fell on the wooden fish she was knocking on.

This thing is Cheng Xu's graduation gift to Xiao Nuomi Duanzi.

At that time, the few of them were eating out, and when they returned, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi left the gift in his car, and she didn't rush to ask for it, so he stuffed it in the study.

Later, when the little glutinous rice dumpling asked him for it, he came back and ransacked the cabinets but couldn't find it. I don't know which corner of the study he stuffed it into at that time.

Where did she get it from now?
In the room, the unique ethereal and ethereal sound of Muyu continued, creating a full horror effect. You don't need to add sound effects specially, and you can shoot ghost movies on the spot with the lights off.

Fortunately, this community is full of single-family buildings, separated by quite a distance, so you can't hear the movement of the neighbors. Otherwise, the neighbors will be scared to death when they hear the sound of the wooden fish that saves the undead in the middle of the night?

Following Muyu's thumping, Jing Xing's heart was also thumping, and he felt that if he listened to it any longer, maybe the undead she saved would be him.

Touching the cold feeling on his arm, Jing Xing walked in through the door, sat down by the bed, and then stretched out his hand to press the wooden fish.

The wooden fish knocked empty.

Lin Qingyou opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze, as if she didn't realize where the person who suddenly cut off her practice tool came from.

Jing Xing took advantage of the time when she was in a daze, and took away the wooden fish and the Buddhist beads in her hand.

There was a water dispenser in the study next door, Jing Xing went over to get a glass of water and came back, and sat down beside the bed again.

"Still sleeping, huh?" He leaned forward, and while talking, put the water glass on the bedside table, and turned his head to look at her.

But before the end of the sentence "Huh?" in his mouth fell completely, Jing Xing saw the little glutinous rice dumpling in front of him take the initiative to move over, and touched his face restlessly with its soft little paws. .

"?" Jing Xing raised his eyebrows slightly unexpectedly, and swallowed the ending sound calmly.

She made herself a little itchy, so Jing Xing avoided it for a while.

Seeing that he moved his head back, as if he wanted to avoid it, Lin Qingyou was dissatisfied immediately, and simply held his face with both hands to prevent him from moving: "Don't hide."

Jing Xing glanced at her with a half-smile, but leaned forward very cooperatively, so that she could better move his hands.

Just when Jing Xing was cooperating with selling his body, he suddenly heard the little glutinous rice dumpling murmuring to himself, "What a handsome duck, Xiangxiang is really reliable in his work. "

"..."

After being silent for half a second, Jing Xing narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

All the attention was on his face, Lin Qingyou didn't hear what he was asking, so she murmured a questioning "Huh?" from her nasal cavity.

As if to take care of her sanity that had been swallowed up by alcohol, Jing Xing slowed down his speech, and even curved a gentle smile at the corner of his eyes, drawing out a hallucinatory bewitchment: "Just now, what did you say?"

A tone of coaxing kindergarten children.

Lin Qingyou didn't realize that there was something wrong, so she said "Oh", "I mean Xiangxiang's work is really reliable."

Jing Xing's expression was very thought-provoking, and he continued to ask "gentlely", "No, the last sentence."

Lin Qingyou thought about it, and said honestly, "What a handsome duck."

While saying this, her paws did not forget to touch and pinch his face.

Jing Xing: "..."

Well, he did hear correctly just now, that's the sentence.

What a handsome one?
duck? ? ?
I just don't know if the "duck" in Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's mouth has the same meaning as the "duck" he understands.

Squinting his eyes, Jing Xing smiled suddenly, and the coaxing hint in his voice was even stronger: "Xiao Tuanzi, what duck are you talking about?"

"Don't you even know your own occupation?" Lin Qingyou looked at him with a strange expression, as if thinking that he was just a bumpkin from a village that had never connected to the Internet, "It's those little brothers who please rich women in the red light district."

Jing Xing: "..."

Of course he knew that he was just afraid that he had misunderstood it, but from the current situation, he might as well have misunderstood it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Qingyou shook her head, and then patted the back of his hand earnestly: "Have a clear understanding of your profession, this should be the basic quality of a profession, why don't you even know this? Don’t you have staff training in your store?”

"..."

What kind of dean's tone is this?
Jing Xing seemed to feel that he was back in high school again, the old Zhang director of their grade department had this educational tone when he caught the students who skipped classes.

It's just that Director Zhang taught him to study hard, but now, his girlfriend taught him how to be a qualified duck.

At this moment, Jing Xing finally understood why Xiao Nuomi Duanzi suddenly said that in the taxi - this is a man my friend bought for me, so at that time, she regarded him as a friend and bought him for her Duck.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Lin Qingyou leaned over again, and lowered her voice like a thief: "Handsome guy, can I ask you something secretly?"

Jing Xing pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice sounded a little hoarse: "...What?"

Lin Qingyou stared at him with straight eyes, and asked, "Are you the prettiest in your shop?"

"..."

With a pause in his gaze, Jing Xing asked without answering, "What do you think?"

"I think so." Lin Qingyou said, "However, I'm not sure, I just met you in your store."

Judging from her tone, it seemed that she regretted not being able to see the other duck brothers in the store.

Jing Xing lowered his head to look at her, his abyss-like dark eyes covered by his thick eyelashes, after a moment's fixation, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone of voice became more and more calm: "It would be better if there were Yes, you are going to buy someone else?"

I don't know if it was my illusion, but Lin Qingyou suddenly felt that the air froze, and it seemed that even the surrounding temperature had dropped a little bit, making it a bit chilly.

"No need, I think you're fine." Lin Qingyou touched her arm, turned her head and looked around, wondering where the cold air suddenly came from.

"I like the smell on your body. It's very familiar, as if I've smelled it somewhere before." After thinking about it, she added another sentence.

These words made Jing Xing ease his expression.

If she really dared to change to a more handsome one, then she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Jing Xing didn't care about her claws pulling his face, lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking, and then suddenly asked her, "Who did you say was reliable in doing things?"

"Xiangxiang." Lin Qingyou said without doubting his intentions.

(End of this chapter)