Girlfriend's Conspiracy

"OK, I'll go first." before I ordered to leave, Gangzi withdrew first, with a worried face.

Shouldn't I be worried about giving him such a challenging task? Why, I'm not worried yet. He looks more upset than me.

Originally full of sleepiness, I looked at Gangzi's back and suddenly woke up, like a long-term cataract patient, suddenly clear in front of my eyes.

I really don't know whether my hasty decision is right or wrong.

"Sin, sin!" now that I've seen people and said things, I should go home and have a good rest. If I don't lie in bed right away, I'm estimated to be dying.

When I sat in the chair, I didn't feel the sequelae of staying up late. When I stood up, I just felt dizzy and disgusting in my stomach.

I got into the car with my last strength. The bumpiness of the car made me feel like I was in the cradle. Vaguely, I closed my eyes.

When I open my eyes again, what I see is the picture that makes people dizzy on the ceiling. At the beginning, Meier insisted on pasting this layer of wallpaper, saying that when we are not sleepy, we can see the flower eyes, so that we can fall asleep unconsciously.

I've only heard that drinking will break. Today I know that staying up all night actually has this magical function. I don't remember how I moved from the car to my bed.

It was dark in the room. I picked up my cell phone and saw that it was more than eight o'clock in the evening.

After putting down my cell phone, I think if I close my eyes again at this time, I can sleep back and sleep until the next morning.

But that's too sorry for Meier, isn't it?

Although the bedroom door was closed and there was a gap, I could still hear the sound from the kitchen, banging and banging, the sound of pots and pans colliding, which made me particularly pleasant, and suddenly had the breath of life.

Struggling to get up from the quilt, I didn't even have the strength to lift my feet to walk. Dragging my slippers, I made the most annoying sound from my feet, but I didn't mind.

Meier was really busy in the kitchen. When she saw me coming, she immediately turned her head to me and smiled like flowers.

"Wake up!" Meier obviously made a lot of progress than before. Even while talking to me, the action in her hand didn't stop. That's called a skillful.

"Hmm!" nodded, and I responded with a smile that I thought was very gentle. I was going to go over and hold her from behind to record this romantic moment, but Meier stopped it with a spatula.

"Don't come here. There's a strong smell of oil smoke in here. Don't make you greasy." I had to give up, lean against the kitchen door, and just look at Meier. Unexpectedly, my little princess is also a good hand in the hall and the kitchen.

Strange to say, no matter how long Meier stays in the kitchen, she always has a clear fragrance, but I can't. as long as she stays in the kitchen for a while, she will immediately be as "greasy" as Meier said.

"Why are you pestling here? Your legs are not sour. Just sit at the table, and I'll be fine right away." Meier felt a little uncomfortable when she noticed my hot eyes. She waved a spatula and kicked me out. Hellokitty's apron was on her, making her more lovely.

I sat at the table obediently, but my eyes never moved away from Meier from the beginning to the end.

The brothers in the song and dance hall are good, but they give me more feeling of intrigue on the battlefield. Only Meier can give me a kind of stability, just like now.

"Dinner's ready! Are you hungry long ago?" mei'er walked over with a plate in one hand, and I was worried.

But she didn't want me to help. She said she wanted to become a talent at one go and have a more sense of achievement.

"Let's eat!" she filled two bowls of porridge and finally stopped after working hard for a long time. A few strands of hair scattered at some time, which made Meier have some taste.

In fact, from the moment I came to the kitchen, my stomach had been growling.

I didn't eat enough yesterday, but I slept all day today. At this time, the smell of the food stimulated my taste buds. As soon as Meier's voice fell, I immediately wolfed down.

Everything is so in line with my heart. Some refreshing but non stimulating dishes, coupled with a bowl of hot porridge and Meier's warm eyes, are not only satisfied in my stomach, but also satisfied in my heart.

After dinner, I took the initiative to help Meier share the housework. Since cooking is Meier's hand, it should be me to wash the dishes and dishes.

Meier didn't want to at first, but she couldn't stand my hard and soft bubbles. Finally, Meier chose to accompany me.

"How about yesterday and today? I guess you're tired too?" Meier touched my head and looked distressed.

When I left yesterday, I was in a hurry. I only said I had something to deal with, but I didn't say what it was. Now I can finally complain in my spare time.

Although on the table, I was pressed by Nie Peng and couldn't lift my head, Meier wasn't at the scene at that time. I added oil and vinegar a little, strengthened my image and softened Nie Peng's image.

However, I forgot Meier's identity. She must have been in contact with these big people since she was a child. She must know more about their temperament than I do.

When I realized this problem, my big words had been released, and it was not good to change my mouth, but my guilty face began to get hot.

Fortunately, although Meier knew it well, she didn't expose me face to face. Instead, she cooperated with me and praised me all the time. I didn't understand why she praised me or hurt me?

After saying what happened yesterday, I told Meier in detail about myself burning the night light, working overtime to complete the task, and a discussion with Gangzi in the morning.

Meier's reaction was similar to my reaction in the morning. She also felt that I did something too hasty and directly handed over such a big thing to Gangzi who didn't know whether it was worth trusting.

But it's done, and Meier doesn't blame me too much. All development depends on Gangzi's own creation.