Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

This is the first time that Yu Qiqi has called Xi Muhan.

She carefully opened the address book and found Xi Muhan's mobile phone number. Her fingers were suspended at one centimeter of the mobile phone screen, and she didn't dare to fall.

Yu Qiqi is struggling with himself.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed... Ten minutes flowed away unconsciously, Yu Qiqi's fingers were numb, and the phone had not been dialed.

"Yu Qiqi, how can you do that?"

Yu Qiqi scratched his hair impatiently, "ah, I'm so bored!"

Elbow inadvertently rubbed the mobile phone, she did not dare to dial out the phone to dial out.

Yu Qiqi starkly looks at the dialing page on his mobile phone.

Is this a kind of unintentional planting?

At the thought of hearing the voice of the male God immediately, Yu Qiqi's muscles were tightly stretched together.

Mou Guang stares at the mobile phone nervously, even can't bear to blink.

I thought: 1, 2, 3

Before the count of ten, the phone got through.

However, in half a minute, Yu Qiqi felt as if he had been sweating for several hours because of the tension on his nose and forehead.

"Hello?"

Xi Muhan's beautiful voice came from the receiver of the phone.

Her voice was elegant, reserved and introverted. It was like a jar of old medicinal wine. The strong and elegant fragrance of the medicine, like the taste of his body, invaded her internal organs. Her thoughts were controlled by Xi Muhan, and she could not hear anything except his voice.

Yu Qiqi was like a drunk cat on the bed.

No matter how Xi Muhan shouts on the other end of the phone.

Xi Muhan helplessly looked at the cell phone that was dialed but no one spoke, and finally had to hang up.

Yu Qiqi struggled several times, and finally recovered from Xi Muhan's voice. He also brewed a good language. As a result, the phone... Hung up, hung up?

How can God hang up on her?

How can a male god be so impolite?

Yu Qiqi cocked his head and frowned at his mobile phone. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

Holding a fire in his heart, Yu Qiqi turns over and sits cross legged on the bed, and dials the phone again. As soon as the phone is dialed, Yu Qiqi doesn't speak to the people over there, and directly asks the past..

"God, how could you hang up on me just now? Do you know that the behavior just now has seriously hurt other people's young and fragile hearts? "

Xi Muhan listened to the voice of Xiaoya's head on the phone like a firecracker. He was angry, but with an aggrieved voice, and helplessly helped his forehead.

"My fault." Xi Muhan resolutely admitted his mistake.

After hearing Xi Muhan admit her mistake, Yu Qiqi's anger has gone down a lot. She pulls one side of the pillow, hugs it in her arms, and asks: "male god, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Do you have time now?"

Xi Muhan looked down at the chopper in his hand and half of the vegetables cut on the chopping board. His eyes didn't fluctuate, "yes."

Yu Qiqi asked tentatively, "I want to chat with you, OK?"

"Yes, give me a minute."

Xi Muhan puts down his kitchen knife and goes out. He moves his thumb a little and blocks the receiver of his mobile phone. He moves his other hand behind him to untie his apron and throw it to huangfujing, who is playing games on the sofa.

"You're in charge of dinner today."

"What?" Huangfujing turned over and stood up with an apron in his hand and a bitter melon face wrinkled, shouting, "I can't cook!"