Portable Intelligent System

After dealing with these things, Xu Ling stopped a taxi and took it to the gate of the community.

Open the door, Chen Yunxi has been sitting on the sofa.

"I'm back." Chen Yunxi stood up, two hands holding the hem, constantly rubbing.

"Well, how many days will you be back this time?" Xu Ling put down the bag and asked.

"The day after tomorrow, go back to the company and do something." Chen Yunxi looked at Xu Ling, "hurry to eat, just sent, I'm afraid you come back late, cold."

"I'll do it next time. I don't have to buy it from outside." Xu Ling walked to the table and said.

"Can you cook?"

"Recently."

Xu Lingxin thinks that the owner of this body is useless. Even if he can't earn money, he can't cook. It's really nothing to ask for. I look down on him.