After wearing the book, my professional group CP

Chapter 187
The two had just confirmed their relationship, and they were not in the mood to go to class for a while. In order to ease their discomfort, Wen Xiange talked about food.

"Hey, help me go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy more maltose tomorrow."

"Okay, what else do you want to buy?" Xiao Chenggong nodded without asking why.

"I don't know where I can buy milk. It would be great if I could buy milk." Wen Yan Wen Xiange sighed.

"Do you want to drink milk? Is milk powder okay?" Xiao Chenggong asked.

"Milk powder is fine. Does the supply and marketing agency sell milk powder?" She didn't see any milk powder in the department store in the county town, only malted milk extract.

"Where did my family send me New Year's goods two days ago, and there were two bags of milk powder inside." Xiao Chenggong said, he planned to give the milk powder to her, but he didn't find the opportunity, but now he can give it openly.

"That's fine, you give me a bag, and I'll cook something delicious for you." Wen Xiange nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you both bags."

The two talked about food for a while, and Wen Xiange calmed down a lot, so he got up and said: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest early, don't you have to go to the mountain to chop bamboo tomorrow?"

"Guangrong and I won't go tomorrow. We'll go with a different group." Chopping bamboo is also counted as a centimeter, and there is no farm work in winter, so there is no centimeter. This bamboo chopping can be regarded as a subsidy for the family. Generally, those who have adult male laborers in the family will do it. out one.

"But it's really getting late. It's cold, so you should go to bed earlier."

As Xiao Chenggong said, he got up and put away all the books on the table, then picked up the oil lamp and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to your room."

Seeing the familiar movements and words as usual, Wen Xiange suddenly smiled.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with them before, but now that the relationship was clarified, she realized that she was too slow before, but she herself never thought about it, even though she knew that Xiao Chenggong was not the official partner of the heroine Song Xiufang, But she didn't expect what would happen to her with him, so she looked at the relationship between the two as friends with similar personalities.

But looking at it now, besides the man who likes you, the other kind of careful friends of the opposite sex around women are male girlfriends.

Thinking of her boyfriend, Wen Xiange thought of a TV series he had watched, and shook his head.

To be honest, she didn't believe in the pure friendship between the opposite sex if it wasn't a blood relationship.

So she should have woken up a long time ago. He has done more for her in the past year than her own mother.

The family sent him delicious and useful ones, and he found various reasons to send them to her.

Let him go to the supply and marketing agency to buy things. Although she collects her money and tickets every time, he will definitely pay her back from other places in a few days.

With such an obvious expression, she never dared to think in the direction of "the male protagonist likes herself" before. If she didn't know that this is a fandom world of a book, she didn't know that the person in front of her was the male protagonist in the book. Treating her like this, no matter how dull she is, she knows that she is chasing her.

What's more, she didn't realize that before, she actually had a good impression of this man beside her. Otherwise, if she was riding his bicycle before, even if she was not someone of the opposite sex she was familiar with, how could she have given up so easily? Holding someone's waist.

In the final analysis, she has never faced up to the relationship between the two of them, and she was completely fixed in her mind by her own prophet.

The way from the kitchen to her room was short, and soon the two of them were at the door.

Wen Xiange looked at Xiao Chenggong who handed her the book and oil lamp as usual and suddenly smiled and said, "Would you like to come in and see my room."

(End of this chapter)