Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 13 I like it very much
Ingratiate him?
Song Xiaolin's eyeballs rolled, and he smiled: "Yes, Duan, can you go and tell those gangsters that I am not Zhang Size's girlfriend, and you made a mistake last night."

She finally figured it out, neither she nor Zhang Size actually have much convincing power, of course the person to untie the bell also needs to be the one to tie it, after all the reason for the incident was Duan Yicheng, and his status in the hearts of the gangsters is relatively high Gao, people will believe his words.

"Ah--"

He sneered condescendingly, with a gloomy look between his brows, and violently threw the sauce pancake into the trash can. He didn't know how hard he used it. Hearing the sound, it seemed that the trash can had been smashed into a hole. "impossible."

Every word, there is no negotiation, and there is no way back.

This person...could be some kind of hidden perverted violence man!
"If you don't agree, don't agree, why throw me sauce biscuits?" So delicious sauce biscuits offend you?

"My pleasure."

"Neuropathy!"

The conversation between the two eventually broke up.

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As soon as school was over, Song Xiaolin got into Butler Chen's car and went back.

Today's sunset is more beautiful than yesterday's. She admired the twilight outside the window, and she was in a much better mood.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Lu's house.

Lu Jingyan hasn't come back yet.

Sister-in-law Wu was pushing dough in the kitchen, the table was knocked loudly, smelling the smell of minced meat sauce in the air, Song Xiaolin poked his head out from behind: "Sister-in-law Wu, are you making dumplings? "

"Xiao Song, are you back?" Aunt Wu said cheerfully, "That's right, Madam just finished playing mahjong with the wife next door, and as soon as she came back, she was thinking about eating dumplings, so I made a few."

Although there are only a few, it is a big pot to cook.

"I want to pack too."

"Come on, Xiao Song, let me teach you, hold the skin here... yes, don't have too much meat..."

She seemed to have thought of something suddenly, her eyes were bright and bright, she was quite ghostly, "Sister-in-law Wu, do you have any red beans?"

"Red beans? Yes, what are you going to do with them?" Aunt Wu said while taking out red beans from the cupboard.

Song Xiaolin took it, with a smile on his lips, as if it was too soft to melt, "I want to make a different dumpling."

Aunt Wu saw through her thoughts and joked, "Is this different dumpling for the young master?"

"..."

Suddenly, the roots of her ears turned red, and it spread all the way to her face. Finally, she lowered her head and smiled, and said nothing.

Soon, Lu Jingyan came back.

He should also follow the scent to the kitchen, "Sister-in-law Wu, what are you cooking?"

Aunt Wu looked happy, and hurriedly greeted her: "Eldest Young Master, you are back, Madam wants to eat dumplings, so I made some dumplings, just out of the pot, taste it while it's hot."

When Song Xiaolin heard that he had come back, his heart skipped a beat. He happily scooped some from the pot, held the bowl, and ran up to him with a joyful expression: "Lu Jingyan, I made these dumplings. Does it taste good?"

Perhaps she was too excited, and she also forgot the etiquette and the distance that should be kept. She directly put a dumpling on a spoon and fed it to his mouth, and there was still steaming white mist. She was afraid of scalding him, so she stood on tiptoe Gently blowing away the smoke, I suddenly saw his more handsome silhouette under the light, and his slightly closed eyes, faint, like stars in the dark night, not bright, but leading people back.

At this glance, her heart stopped suddenly, and then a piece of sea water eroded away.

Moist, suffocating, but also heart-pounding.

Song Xiaolin finally realized that her actions had crossed the line. She anxiously wanted to stretch her hand back, but Lu Jingyan lowered her head one step ahead of her and bit the dumpling she had just fed. Even the back of her hand could clearly feel his exhale. The breath, warm, penetrated into her heart bit by bit from the fingertips, beating slowly.

She had never looked forward to his answer more than she did now.

After a long while, he smiled, and a faint shadow cast over his deep eyes, "I like the dumplings made by children very much."

A word of his liking is worth a thousand words, and it also blows away all her haze like a spring breeze.

She felt that all those efforts and grievances were worthwhile.

"Ayan, you're back."

Mrs. Lu's voice suddenly came from behind, Song Xiaolin was really taken aback, probably guilty, so she quickly withdrew her hand, but the overflowing soup accidentally splashed on the back of her hand because of too much movement , She gritted her teeth in pain and hummed softly.

Lu Jingyan frowned, his expression was unclear, he took the bowl in her hand and put it aside, "Child, I'll take you to take a shower of cold water."

She whispered: "I myself..."

However, he held her hand stubbornly and without refusal, walked towards the sink, and then gently held the back of her hand to wash in the water. The water was cold, and so were his fingertips, but her heart was warm. It was piping hot, it seemed to be filled, and it was unbelievably soft.

Mrs. Lu was very dissatisfied that she was ignored, so her face was not very good-looking: "Isn't it just being burned? How can a girl be so delicate..."

Song Xiaolin knew that she had offended Mrs. Lu again, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only lower her head.

On the contrary, Lu Jingyan looked cold, "Mom, I got burned too."

His words were calm and breezy, but it was like throwing a stone on the lake, causing all kinds of waves.

"Ayan, where did you get burned? Hurry up, Sister-in-law Wu, go get the scald ointment and call Dr. Li..." Mrs. Lu was as anxious as ants on a hot pot, carefully looking at his hand, Eyes full of reluctance.

But it was not only Madam Lu who was flustered, but also Song Xiaolin.

She was stunned in place, but her eyes were tightly locked on his hands, to see if his fair skin was reddened, she blamed herself and felt very sad, how could she burn him?

Unexpectedly, Lu Jingyan chuckled instead, "Mom, boys are not so delicate."

This time, everyone could tell that he did it on purpose.

Mrs. Lu was at a loss for words: "A Yan, you..."

But he didn't answer any more, he took Song Xiaolin's arm and walked into the living room, "Kid, let's apply the ointment."

She gave a soft "um", and wherever he wanted to take her.

She thought that as long as there was Lu Jingyan, even if there was an abyss or thorns in front of her, she would jump down willingly and without hesitation.

The lamp in the living room was very bright, reflecting the darkness outside as if it was about to rain.

"I... I'll do it myself."

Today, her heart is really overloaded, and she can no longer bear him approaching so close again and again, as well as the faint, clear smell of laundry detergent on his body, which smells really terrible. Straight to her soul.

She still couldn't figure it out, even though they both used the same laundry detergent, why did his clothes smell more fragrant than hers after washing?
(End of this chapter)