He Became the Aunt of His Best Friend after Waking Up

After Chen Shigang finished reading, he saw the other party withdraw the news, and then sent it over. Two words less than the previous one.

- I like you.

Chen Shi looked at the screen of the mobile phone.

The third piece of information comes in.

- He has seen you before you become a servant.

twenty one

"I didn't expect that I would suddenly return home. The house has been idle for several years. It is my mother's responsibility to find someone to clean up and clean up. I have to know that I will come back soon. I will definitely not choose to open a party there... ..."

"... We had a late night that night, a group of people were drunk almost, the squad leader was the last one. When I sent him out, you took the beer and chased it in the back. You were drunk and couldn’t tell who was who. When I saw him at the door of the villa, I used him as me. I rushed to hold him and I was going to pull you. I wanted to pull you. The squad leader spit me out. I can only help him out. When I went back, you were already asleep in bed, wearing pajamas, and I said that you spit him..."

“Later?” Chen explained sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and unconsciously rubbing the pillow in the other hand. “Are you still saying anything?”

"He asked if you were my classmate, I said yes, then he left. I am afraid that you are embarrassed, I will not tell you this, anyway, you will not remember when you wake up."

Chen explained his nose, he was completely unimpressed by this matter. He woke up to see the thin engine in the hospital that day and did not feel familiar at all. He only felt so handsome.

"That, how do you know that you like me?"

"intuition."

"..."

"I have long wanted to say to you."

"What?"

"You are stupid!"

Liang Yunsheng finished this sentence and hung up.

Chen released the phone, scratched his head, and sat stunned. Until someone comes in.

"Feng Ma." Chen Jie got up and put on his slippers. "Is there something?"

Feng Ma went to Chen Shi and said: "I am leaving."

"You want to go?" Chen Shi looked awkward. "Where are you going? Don't you come back?"

"I am going home." Feng Ma said, "Mr. gave me a vacation."

"A holiday? Let's put a few days?" The first reaction of Chen Shi is that Feng Ma is gone. Who will cook in the future? The thin engine is still sick, and the diet can not be sloppy.

"I don't know a few days, the gentleman said to wait for him to call." Feng Ma confessed to Chen Shi, "I have prepared the ingredients for dinner, stewed pork ribs in a purple casserole, and turn off the fire after one and a half hours."

Speaking of taking out a business card from his pocket and handing it to Chen Shi: "This is the phone of the fresh supermarket delivery staff. You don't have to go out to buy food. You need to ask him to send it over."

Chen Jie took the business card and stood still for a moment before he said stiffly: "...ah?"

"What are you doing again?" Chen Shi rushed into the door and questioned Xiao Qing. "Why don't you give Feng Ma a holiday for no reason? Who is she going to cook?"

The thin engine held the book in his hand and heard the words don’t lift: "You."

"I do not know!"

"School."

When Chen Shi heard this, he did not fight one thing: "Why should I study?"

"Through you said you have to take care of me." Bo Qing closed the book and got out of bed. "Now, take a shower for me first."

Chen explained with a smile: "You said that you are all old..."

"A young man's hand was injured, and the speed of recovery was not as fast as your young man." Bo Qing leaned against the bedside table, slightly bowed his head and asked Chen Shi, "Can't wash?"

As soon as he talked about the arm, he couldn’t refuse it.

Half-washed, because of the "mistakes" of the thin engine, Chen Shi's clothes were wet, and he simply took off his clothes and took a shower.

An hour later, the two men came out of the bathroom in bathrobes.

Chen Shihong's face, bowed his head and walked out. Thin Qing took a leisurely spot and smoked it. After standing, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while before he went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Chen released the purple casserole lid, and was about to put salt in it. The thin engine stopped him and walked over to look at it. He frowned slightly: "No corn?"

"Corn?" Chen Shiyu lived, Feng Ma did not say.

"Put it in." Bo Qing refers to the corn cut into four sections on the board.

"Now?" Chen Shi turned his head and looked suspicious. "Is it ready to put it in now?"

Bo Qing touched his **** and laughed and said, "Yes."

Chen released the corn into it and said, "I can, you can touch me."

"What do I want to do you still don't know?" Bo Qing was attached to his ear, "Well?"

Chen released his head and did not speak, his ears slowly reddened.

The more he is so thin, the more he wants to bully him. He bends down and puts the whole person in his arms: "Say it again."

Chen Jie is uncomfortable and twists his body around: "What?"

"If you just said something in the bathroom, you can say it again."

Chen released his face and said: "You, you obviously heard it."

"I didn't hear it clearly, say it again."

"Don't." Just if this person is not shameful, and forced him into the corners of various hooligans, he would not say that sentence so quickly. After all, he refused the family the day before, and then he posted it again. I don’t think how to think about it. "I won’t say it."

"Then let me say, Xiaoxi, I like you."

"You, you, what are you doing, how suddenly, suddenly said this..." Chen Yu was nervous, and turned to push the thin engine, and went to the gas stove, put the wok up, "I, I I want to cook."

"Well, you fry, I don't bother you."

However, he will not cook, the dishes cut in the basket are white and green, and some can't be named. Which one is right?

The mobile phone is not on the body, I don’t think Baidu will do it. Chen Shizhen stood for a while and turned to look at the thin engine: "I won't..."

"No? It's okay." Bo Qing went up and grabbed Chen's waist from behind him. "I teach you."

"You can teach you anything."

Chen released his waist and numb.

The thin engine actually did stir-fry, and Chen Shiyi thought that this person said that he had to teach him to play. The thin hand is inconvenient to the left hand, so the whole process only uses the right hand, but also looks like a decent.

The last dish is served, and the soup is fine. Chen released the soup and rice to Bo Qing, and then gave himself a drink. After sitting down, he drank the soup first, then put a piece of lumbar flower in his mouth, swallowed it, swallowed it, and clipped it together. Yes, you."

"Like it, eat more." Bo Qing picked a rib of bone from the soup bowl and gave it to him.

"You don't eat?" Chen Shi was a little polite, and put the ribs in his mouth.

"I am not hungry, drink some soup."

"That's how it works, you are now when you need nutrition."

The thin engine put down the spoon and frowned slightly: "I have a handache."

"I will feed you."

"it is good."

Thin Qing stretched his brow and smiled. Chen explained to him like this, a little regretted his mouth fast, where the old fox is a hand pain, clearly wants to let people wait, so find a chance to eat his tofu - just like in the bathroom.

Old shameless!

Chen released his head and bit the crisp bone in his mouth.

After feeding, Xiaoqing returned a kiss to Chen, and went upstairs to work. Chen Jie packed up the dishes into the kitchen. During the dishwashing process, because of the detergent, the attention was not concentrated, and the two were broken. a bowl. Chen explained that the glass that was worth four thousand five was frightened, and hurriedly bent down to smash the debris on the ground, and the hand cut two holes. Chen released his mind to put the injured finger in his mouth, rubbed it twice, rubbed his hand, and quickly cleaned up the debris on the ground.

After the thin engine handled the matter at hand, he made two more calls. After a busy look at the time, it was almost nine o'clock.

I haven't seen Chen released, but I haven't played the game yet?

The thin engine pressed the stiff neck, went to the door, opened the door, and saw the little guy he had just remembered in his heart, squatting out of his head, licking his hair.

Thin engine: "..."

Chen Shi heard the movement and turned his head. He stood up fiercely. He only felt a blur in front of him. The thin engine stepped forward and reached out and took the person out of his arms. When Chen Shi slowed down the dizziness, he suddenly opened his mouth and screamed. Just slap on his butt: "Is there any common sense."

Chen Shi knows what happened, and scratched his head: "I am not in a hurry, there is something to say to you."

"Say."

"You, let me go first."

"Don't let go." Bo Qing took him tighter and his chin rested on his head. "That's it."

"Hey!" Chen Shi pushed him hard. "Be careful with blood on your clothes."

The thin engine quickly loosened and stepped back half a step. He looked down at Chen’s right hand and frowned. He grabbed the hand and put it in front of his eyes: "How do you get it?"

Chen Shi did not mean to tell the truth, this classic story is not rare in the classic bubble drama, Chen Shi can not help but turn his eyes every time he sees, and at the same time in his heart, a "mental mentality." Sure enough, I can't just swear, I can't do it in my heart. No, the retribution is coming.

"I, that is, I was not careful about it..."

Then I didn’t see it anymore.

The thin engine put his fingers in his mouth.

Chen released his brain and took the opportunity.

The thin engine contained his fingers, then pulled him to the bedroom, looked for a medicine chest, and bandaged him. After touching it, he touched his face and smiled and licked his nose. "What do you think, face is so red?"

Chen explained the throat. He thinks a lot, it is the kind that can't be said.

"So excited." Bo Qing looked at his legs and raised his eyebrows. "Want?"

Chen Shi's hands overlapped and blocked the crotch, and his head was buried very low. From the perspective of the thin engine, he could only see the tip of his ear that was red and bloody.

"The book, the book says, our boys of this age are all compared..."

"Do you want to compare?"

"No, no, no, I am... you just... I don't want, I..."

"I can give it to you." Bo Qing slowly leaned over, "Do you want it?