The Days of Living in a Love Apartment

Yu Mo continued to cover Xinling and her eyes, "Is Guan Gu not here?" 990

"No! He went to the annual meeting of the Comics Association, and won't be back tonight!"

"What about the other men?"

Yunyou was a little puzzled, "How can there be other men when Guan Gu is not here?"

"It's because Guan Gu isn't here that there are other men!" Yu Mo was afraid that as soon as he released his hand, he would see a picture of hot eyes.

"Yeah Yoyo, who else is in your quilt and let him come out quickly! I will never hack him to death!" Xin Ling covered his eyes, and his eyes were dark, so he had to hold a knife to block in front of him

Youyou went up to carefully avoid the murder weapon in Xinling's hand, and pulled Yumo's hand, "What are you doing! I am alone!"

Yu Mo and Xin Ling took a serious look at them and breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you looked like a thief just now? Look, your Sloggi has been exposed!"

Yoyo quickly put her clothes on, "I'm afraid Guan Gu will come back! Hey, don't tell Guan Gu, I'm watching the computer on his bed and eating raw fried rice!" He took out a cage of raw fried rice.

The two women are strange, what can't they say "Why?"

"This is a kind of enjoyment! Guan Gu's bed is very soft! Put it on the computer, and add a basket of fragrant fried rice, ah! Is there anything more romantic in life than this?" beautiful

Yu Mo was stunned, "You have such a pursuit in your life..."

(bcac) Xinling put the kitchen knife aside, "Yoyou, eating on the bed is very unsanitary, and the keyboard is also very dirty. I touched the keyboard and then kneaded it. There are a lot of bacteria on the keyboard. The fried smell is very strong, and it smells bad when it sticks to the bed..."

When Youyou listened to Xinling's chatter, her head was getting bigger. The only people who were so particular about this apartment were Xinling, Tang Hao and Guan Gu. It was enough to listen to Guan Gu's chatter all day long. Xinling also came and interrupted impatiently" Oops...you just don't tell Guan Gu, it's alright."

Yu Mo sighed, "Then what were you doing in such a hurry just now?"

"It's Guan Gu! He doesn't let me eat in his studio! The reason is the same as what Xin Ling said, and he also said that the taste of the food will stain the paintings. Do you think it is inexplicable?"

"Well... more than that..." Yu Mo sniffed, "You have it all in your hair!"

Xin Ling looked disgusted, the couple would never eat anything with a strong smell in the bedroom

Yunyou's reason is very good, "That smells better than a room full of gouache paint, right?"

Yu Mo said earnestly, "He is afraid that you will knock the soup over his paintings!"

"Am I so stupid? To ensure safety, I didn't even dip it in vinegar when I ate it!" Yoyo was proud, she had already thought of a solution

"How can you eat it without vinegar?"

Yoyo unpredictably opened the cage, "You don't understand! I bought the luxury mini version of Xiao Yang Shengjian! Doublejuice!"

The two women were surprised "doublejuice?"

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The two women were surprised "doublejuice?"

"Twice the soup! One bite, it's all soup! If you don't believe me, I'll eat it and show you!" Yoyo took a bite of the raw fry, and the soup splashed out, probably about a meter away. . .Fortunately, both women were standing on her side and were not directly sprayed

Yoyo is also a weirdo, and she didn't even feel that something was sprayed out, and it was strange, how come there isn't much soup in this one, and a few soups are still enough. . . "Why doesn't this have any soup? I'll try it again..."

As he said that, he picked up another one, and when the chewing in his mouth was finished, he was ready to put it in.

The two women were stunned when they looked at the draft painting on one side.Heart in the middle!

Yu Mo sighed that Guan Gu really had foresight. . . "Yuyou...I know now why he doesn't let you eat in his studio..."

Youyou can't see it from this angle, and looking along the line of sight of the two, there is an unpainted family portrait of Plants vs. Zombies, with a mass of oil stains in the middle

"Ah?..." Accident. . .

Yoyo quickly brought a rag and tried to wipe it off, but after a long time, it seemed that it couldn't be wiped off. . .I guess it's infiltrated, maybe it's on the easel

Yoyo complained, "Why didn't you remind me earlier..."

The two women looked at each other, "How did we know that your fried buns would spray as far as a fire hydrant?"

"Guan Gu will definitely lose his temper when he finds out... Look! Comics have become oil paintings!"

Yu Mo comforted, "Don't be nervous! Maybe it's just a scrap? Isn't he often drawing and throwing, throwing and drawing again!"

"He told me only yesterday that he was going to color this painting!"

"Just say... it's ready? Look! The color and shape of this oil stain are not bad!"

Yoyo agreed, "Yeah! Besides, this paint... also has the smell of Xiao Yang's fried!"

"It's already like this... What else can I do? Draw another picture for him?"

"Good idea! Then you blindfold him so he can't see it?"

"Ah..." Youyou sat on the bed reluctantly, fiddling with the rag in his hand, "Xinling...how can you tell Ah Hao that he won't blame you when you get into trouble..."

"Me..." Xin Ling thought for a while, "I accidentally closed his notebook that time, and there were a few large chapters that were coded and unsaved, and then he..."

"He just criticized you severely, and then didn't talk to you for a few days?" Youyou guessed

"No! He just rubbed my head fiercely, then turned on the computer and started typing..." Xin Ling blushed at the thought, and Tang Hao finally typed out the chapters. Yes, it's gone

That night, he tossed his heart a lot and regarded it as punishment.

How can you tell Yoyo about this kind of thing, and it seems that they haven't reached this level as a couple. . .

"Ah? What should I do then... Guan Gu won't be as talkative as Ah Hao! It's over..." Youyou was a little desperate, the storm seemed inevitable. . .