sweet candy

Chapter 12

After bringing back the chopsticks, Song Xixi was already drooling over the weasel ribs, and what made Song Xixi even more happy was that the takeaway that Tang Zhihuan brought back was for two people, with two servings of rice.

Tang Zhihuan came back from the kitchen, took two pairs of chopsticks in his hand, handed her a pair, pulled a chair and sat down beside her, and asked calmly, "Have you not had breakfast yet?"

The clock on the wall showed that it was twelve minutes past twelve.

"Yeah, I didn't eat, so I'm really hungry now, thank you, Tang Zhihuan!" Song Xixi looked pitiful, opened the takeaway box skillfully, put a piece of crispy and juicy pork ribs into his mouth, One bite, the mouth is full of delicious soup.

Seeing her eating so deliciously, Tang Zhihuan also took a piece of ribs and put them in his mouth. After chewing, it was really delicious.

"I saw an unwashed bowl in your sink." He chewed slowly, picked a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth, with a slight smile in his long eyes.

Hearing this, Song Xixi's hand holding the ribs stopped in the air, and it took nearly a second before he resumed his movement, and the satisfied expression on his face disappeared half, showing a bit of embarrassment: "Well, Tang Zhihuan, I didn't mean to lie to you of."

"That's the last bag of instant noodles in my house. If you don't come to deliver food to me, I really have nothing to eat today."

Lying is about not blushing and heartbeat, Song Xixi has mastered the essence of it early.

"I just mentioned it casually. Eating too much instant noodles is not good for your health." The man whispered, as if he mentioned this sentence casually.

Song Xixi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she leaned her head in front of Tang Zhihuan, smiling: "Are you concerned about me?"

"..." Tang Zhihuan leaned back calmly. He usually eats alone, and none of his friends is as lively and enthusiastic as Song Xixi, and he only thinks that Song Xixi's words are due to her personality. Enthusiasm, nodded slowly: "Well, if you have time to cook, try not to eat instant noodles."

Song Xixi stared at his plain expression, and asked tentatively: "Tang Zhihuan, you care so much about other girls, you...don't your girlfriend be jealous?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

The man picked up the lunch box, his eyes were calm, his slender hands were clean, white and simple, without any rings or decorations, Song Xixi had an idea, if he could interlock the fingers of these hands, it would feel...it must be very good.

She blinked her eyes and controlled her gradually excited tone: "I think you are not too young, you don't have a girlfriend, are you lying to me?"

The man smelled it, his expression remained unchanged, he put down the chopsticks in his hand politely, and glanced at her indifferently: "Where is your cup?"

"Oh, and there are clean disposable cups next to the fridge."

Tang Zhihuan nodded, got up to get one, then poured himself a glass of water, and found that Song Xixi had been staring at him, and after drinking the water, he responded lightly: "27 years old, you are about the same age as me, and you don't have a boy friend?"

Song Xixi was surprised: "How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?"

Does she look like a person without a boyfriend?
"As long as you have a boyfriend, you won't have to ask me to bring you food."

"Hehe..." She seemed unable to do anything except respond awkwardly with a polite smile.

After eating, Tang Zhihuan cleared the table, put the chopsticks in the sink, and went back to the living room. Song Xixi was answering the phone. He sat down and waited. Fortunately, Song Xixi ended the call quickly.

"What are you going to do tonight and tomorrow?"

　The way Gu Gu is most willing to die in his life is to lie in your gentle hometown and be smashed to death by you with recommendation tickets and rewards~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)