Traps Of Love

The end of summer in Z city is particularly sultry. The hot sun is baking the asphalt streets, and the air soars to more than 40 degrees.

Less cold villa, the room under the central air conditioning, is cool and pleasant.

"Xiaoya, it's twelve o'clock at noon. Are you sure you want to continue to sleep?" Chu Zixuan shakes Mi Xiaoya's shoulder to wake her up.

"When you were at school, you got up at six o'clock every morning to read English. How did you turn into a pig who couldn't sleep after following lengshao?"

Mi Xiaoya was dazzled by her, but her eyelids were still sleepy. She mumbled and acted like a coquetry,

"good Xuanxuan, let me squint for a while, just for a while --"

her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she changed into a slight snore, and fell asleep again!

"Xiaoya, don't tell me that you have to sleep with Leng Dashao every day until afternoon?"

Chu Zixuan helplessly continued to shake Mi Xiaoya's shoulder. She was hungry and muttered, "Xiaoya baby, I woke up at ten in the morning. You get up quickly and make food for me."

"I want to eat your tomato egg noodles and your fried dumplings..."

"Mm-hmm, good --" Mi Xiaoya's confused response, in fact, she is hungry, but more sleepy.

Before in Italy, because the situation is too tense, she has been tight a string, did not dare to relax.

Now back to the villa, lying in aze's bed, the moment seems to eat a reassuring pill, thorough peace of mind.

At this time, she found that her body had been exhausted to the extreme. She felt very sore from head to foot. She felt as if she had been drained of her strength, and even felt very hard to speak.

I'm so sleepy. I don't seem to get enough sleep.

Mi Xiaoya lazily holds the soft velvet thin quilt, the whole body is tired, the feeling of being wrapped, comfortable to the extreme.

This feeling, like falling in the soft clouds, she really want to go on sleeping regardless.

"Yes! Xiaoya, I remember, when you were in the third grade of junior high school, you also made that Song Qingling porridge! "

"Fragrant, waxy and soft. It's the best porridge I've ever eaten! Come on, get up and cook for the employees! "

Chu Zixuan is more and more excited. Her hungry intestines are spinning. Her mind is full of delicious food that Xiaoya had made for her.

"Well, good --" Mi Xiaoya mumbled and answered, but her eyes still didn't open, and her mouth still mumbled and explained,

"that's Meiling porridge of the Republic of China --"

Chu Zixuan couldn't be excited, "no matter whether it's Song Qingling porridge or Song Meiling porridge, it's especially delicious anyway!"

"The trough! No, my mouth is watering! Xiaoya, if you don't get up again, I'll eat you Chu Zixuan couldn't see it any more. She began to stretch into the quilt and scratch Mi Xiaoya.

"Ah! Xuanxuan, what are you doing? " Mi Xiaoya exclaimed and was finally awakened by the scratch, "quick, stop!"

"Get up, it's more than twelve o'clock at noon! Otherwise, I will starve the labor and capital. Believe it or not, I will eat you immediately! Ha ha ha ha

"Good Xuanxuan, I get up, can't I get up?" Mi Xiaoya pleaded for mercy and finally got up from the bed.

Half an hour later, the garden living room on the first floor of the villa.

In the bright and spacious open kitchen, MI Xiaoya, wearing a black apron, is busy preparing Soong Ching Ling porridge for Chu Zixuan.

Almost everything in the kitchen is brand new, but the ingredients are very rich and complete. She has everything she wants, so she doesn't need to tell Uncle Chen what to prepare, so she can start to do it.

Chu Zixuan sat on the sofa, grabbed an apple from the fruit plate, and was so hungry that she ate the skin together.

A pair of vivid eyes, full of doting watching Mi Xiaoya busy figure in the kitchen, charming melon face is a face of happiness light.

Emma, her woman, so virtuous.

Leng Shao is absolutely lucky to marry her after eight lives.

As soon as this idea came out, Chu Zixuan's nose was sour. Her woman was going to get married, and the bridegroom was not her -

so sad -

lying in the manger! Even apples are so sour!

For Mao, she will have a kind of lovelorn feeling.

Chu Zixuan rubbed her sour nose, then bit down a big apple and asked as she ate, so as to cover up the loss of her eyes,

"Xiaoya, have you cooked congee for Leng Dashao?"

Mi Xiaoya is cutting yam. When she hears about this problem, she can't help but slip and nearly get it.

She blushed with embarrassment and shook her head, "No."

Mi Xiaoya remembers that she only cooked for aze once. She made a barbecue, but he didn't like it.

When he was in Sanya, he bought a SOHO bar for her at that time. Now I don't know what happened to the bar -

"ha ha ha ha! pretty good! Xiaoya, you are not allowed to cook porridge for him in the future! This is the privilege of labor and capital. We should stick to it to the end! " Chu Zixuan was so happy that she could not move her eyes."Come on, I'll give you a boob!" She was so excited that she jumped up from the sofa. She didn't want the apple. She rushed up and took Xiaoya into her arms.

"Xuanxuan, you are really in love! Let go of me Mi Xiaoya was buried almost breathless by her rough waves, her face was red, and she couldn't help laughing and pushed her away.

However, MI Xiaoya's heart is really happy for Chu Zixuan.

Sure enough, women in love are the most beautiful. She seldom saw Chu Zixuan so lively and cheerful.

Er, no -

when Zixuan saw the rotten tablets, she was as excited as she is now.

Mi Xiaoya can't help but feel deeply again that Huo Kai is sure to be the disaster of women all over the country, and can make Zixuan, who is too corrupt to look directly at, accept Zhinan again.

Beauty is justice.

"OK, I won't disturb you to cook porridge." Chu Zixuan reluctantly sits on the sofa again,

is she in love? She seems to be in a really good mood, as good as the sunshine outside the transparent landing window.

"Xiaoya, you don't know. I've been poisoned by this porridge since I drank it in junior high school. I've been thinking about it for many years."

"Now I'm finally able to drink it again. I'll die without complaint." Chu Zixuan lay on the sofa, regardless of the image of a GeYou paralysis.

Mi Xiaoya chuckled, "do you want to exaggerate like that? If you like it, I'll do it for you once a month."

"Ha ha ha! Excellent! You said it Chu Zixuan sat up straight, narrowed her charming eyes and said playfully, "it should have been like this for a long time! Otherwise - "

" my chest is hungry for a small circle, and then my chest will beat you. What should I do? "