Luo Xiaojing, you are hopeless!

Covering her face, she tried to find a way to get in. When she thought of something, she suddenly turned around, opened the door and stepped out.

It's a shame to be in outer space. When is it better not to go now?

But after a few steps, Luo Xiaojing felt that it was too much to go like this.

The apartment was prepared for her by Leng Yu, and all the things that should be moved also came here. She couldn't even look at it.

So she quietly back, like a thief like closed the door, big eyes bone Lu Lu of turn a few, carefully looking at the three bedroom apartment.

When jingsongfang first opened, she and Su Yue had fantasized about what kind of house they would buy and how they would decorate if they made money. At that time, she said that she made the house a girl's pink, and she was greatly ridiculed by Su Yue, saying that she had no aesthetic sense.

did not expect as like as two peas of the "Suzhou" that she felt that there was no "aesthetic" decoration.

Sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony, lying on the soft sofa, talking with the kitchen appliances, Luo Xiaojing pushes the door of the master bedroom.

She was stunned by the familiarity. She didn't expect Leng Yu to move her room in Nanyuan intact, except for the latest issues and new display cabinets of GIA jewelry Association Journals.

Display cabinet?

She slowly walked in, stood in front of the display cabinet, raised her eyes for a moment, she covered her mouth in surprise, almost cried out in excitement.

Leng Yu moved his mother's carvings to the apartment. They were carefully displayed one by one, shining brilliantly under the spotlight.

How much thought did he put into it? How did he do it in such a short time? Besides, Leng Yu put her mother's sculptures into her room.

"This man is really Always make people cry. "

Whispering in silence, Luo Xiaojing goes to the studio again. Leng Yu, who is not too troublesome, moves Luo Xiaojing's carving room in Nanyuan intact. Not only that, but also adds several shelves to hang Luo Xiaojing's colorful carvings and her hand-painted designs all over the wall.

Luo Xiaojing falls into the sofa and hugs her pillow. Her small head sinks into a soft ball. Leng Yu is already so careful. How can she argue to go back? She doesn't want to be a good girlfriend.

But if she doesn't do something, she is uneasy. It can't be said to be a reward, but it should also be expressed.

So when Leng Yu came back from work, he saw Luo Xiaojing, with a spatula in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, putting everything in the kitchen.

"Ginger, spicy, soy sauce..."

Luo Xiaojing was in a hurry. Leng Yu couldn't help laughing. He wanted to watch the lampblack for a while, but the lampblack was very choking. He quickly strode forward and opened the lampblack machine with his long arm outstretched.

"You're back?"

The roaring sound of the cigarette machine and the cold breath of Leng Yu surround Luo Xiaojing. She turns to see him in a hurry. She is too close to him. She almost bumps into his solid chest. She is stunned. She suddenly says, "it's over, my seafood dinner."

A smell of paste gets into Luo Xiaojing's nose. She holds a spatula to turn the pot. Before she moves clumsily, her wrist is tight, and the spatula is transferred to Leng Yu.

"I'll do it." The tall figure squeezed Luo Xiaojing out in front of the stove. Leng Yu waved the gap between the spatula and took off his business suit and handed it to Luo Xiaojing, "take it out first."

When Luo Xiaojing goes back to the kitchen, the messy tabletop has been cleaned up. The man in a white shirt, who rolls up his sleeve to his elbow, has already cooked several kinds of seafood she fried and is putting them on the plate.

"Am I stupid?"

When a bad chef's sculptor is not a good girlfriend's plan declared a failure, she walked over and sighed.

"It's OK. I'm just curious. Why are you on a whim again?"

One word after another had profound meaning. Luo Xiaojing could not give an answer for a long time. Leng Yugou chuckled: "is it the sculptor of Luo planning to wash his hands for me?"

The gesture of leaning over is extremely ambiguous, and the clear breath sprinkles on Luo Xiaojing's face, which seems like nothing. She subconsciously leans back: "it's OK to wash your hands and make soup, as long as you're not afraid of eating and vomiting."

The overlord of dark cuisine, Luo Xiaojing is the second, no one is the first.

"So be your great sculptor."

With that, Leng Yu looked at the potato chips of different thickness and the leeks of different lengths, and the beef that could not be seen as a piece or silk, and asked Luo Xiaojing, "what would you like to cook?"

"Ah?" She flurried to the app, "sour and hot potato shreds, fried eggs with leeks, and Beef in oyster sauce

Leng Yu's forehead Drew: "do you think you can handle it?"

"If you give me some time, I think..." Leng Yu's teasing eyes are too sharp. Luo Xiaojing's words come to his mouth and swallow back, "it seems that he can't either."

"Then clean up the table and put all the dishes and chopsticks on it."

Luo Xiaojing, who is assigned to the task, happily goes to prepare. Soon, four dishes with perfect color, fragrance and flavor are put on the table.Luo Xiaojing, the chef level of Leng Yu, was only impressed. She was so hungry that she ate a big bowl of rice first, then touched her round belly and asked Leng Yu, "why is my cooking so bad? Do you think I can make progress? "

Luo Xiaojing's attention is on her own terrible cooking skills. Leng Yu doesn't even move her chopsticks. She keeps staring at her, but she doesn't pay any attention.

Seeing that Leng Yu didn't give a response for a long time, she asked again, "did I say goodbye to the kitchen completely?"

"Well..." Take back the greedy eyes, Leng Yu poked his forehead in embarrassment, "farewell is not, just need some time."

"How long? One month, two months? One year, two years? "

Leng Yu asked: "why do you want to cook?"

"I should have done something for you." Luo Xiaojing looked around at the apartment, "I can't enjoy these things at ease. I can't always ask for them blindly. You say that you don't lack anything. The mine is yours. After thinking about it, I have to be a cook."

Luo Xiaojing's serious appearance made Leng Yu laugh and cry: "you never asked for anything with me. How did you ask for it?"

"Ah? No? " After thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no such thing. Luo Xiaojing is so gorgeous that she is embarrassed. "If you live here, you have to pay the rent. If you don't ask me for the rent, I'll cook and do the housework."

Leng Yu really wanted to poke her head with messy ideas, but he couldn't poke it too far away: "this house belongs to you. Why do you want to pay the rent?"

"Mine?" Luo Xiaojing doesn't lose her memory. She can't afford such a good house even if she earns another ten years.

"Yes." Leng Yu changed a leisurely posture, "the sales situation of Angran last month has been counted out. I took out 1% of the profit, bought this house and registered it in your name."

Luo Xiaojing jumped up in surprise: "what?"