I took Ran Shuai out for a walk and ate a bowl of fresh meat ravioli in a snack bar on the street.
I was dumbfounded when the food was served.
In a shallow bowl not much bigger than a soy sauce plate, there were five or six small and delicate wontons, and a layer of chopped green onion was floating on the soup surface.
Ran Shuai saw that there was something to eat, so he leaned over and took a sniff.
If it was before, it would have put its head on my thigh long ago, begging me to give it a bite, and the halazid will drop my pants.
But this time, after Ran Shuai took a sniff, he turned his head coldly without looking at it.
I kicked it lightly angrily: "Small things are quite picky."
This amount is not enough for a small cat; this taste is not enough for a bland dog.
I was dumbfounded when I checked out.
The wealthy area is the wealthy area, and a bowl of ordinary, unremarkable little wontons is more than three times higher than the average price.
I looked at the bill, clutched my wallet, and cried.
I am not what I used to be now.
Now I not only have to save money to pay off the mortgage, but also save money to marry a wife.
Expensive or expensive, I still reluctantly paid for Song Pianran to pack a bowl.
The purpose of our Lao Qi family is - no matter how hard you are, you can't be hard on your daughter-in-law, and no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor on your wife.
Back in the studio, I wiped Ran Shuai's feet in the yard. Before entering the room, I heard a voice saying, "Where did you go?"
Song, Song Pianran
I sneaked my head in, and Song Pianran was sitting in my place.
He was wearing a beige knitted sweater, his hair was messy, and he was half-leaning on the table, looking casual, trying to create a kind of "I just got up and put on some clothes and went downstairs without taking care of my hair." " look.
But his shirt is very "casual" showing his collarbone, his hair is very "casually" messed up and fluffy; he wears his favorite watch "casually" on his wrist.
If you read it right, he had a pimple on his forehead yesterday, and now he is very "casually" covering it with concealer.
He was a little too refined at will.
I'm a little sweet in my heart. Before this love affair, I knew that I had to dress up in front of me.
I was also a little distressed. My mother often warned me that when looking for a daughter-in-law, I should never look for someone who is too concerned about appearances.
It seems that this issue will be discussed with him seriously in the future.
"Why are you showing your head? Kick me as a ball?" Seeing me staring blankly at him, he turned his head unnaturally, and then yelled, "Don't come in yet?!"
I entered the door, dawdling, not daring to get too close to him.
He sits and I stand.
He looked at me and I looked at him.
The atmosphere was once suffocatingly ambiguous.
What kind of idol drama is this! In my mind, the stars of the prince turning into a frog and the princess and the little girl herding sheep have been staged a hundred times in turn!
My face is red and my heart is numb!
"What's in your hand?" he asked first.
Here's your chance to perform!
I raised the small bag in my left hand and held my chest high: "Breakfast for you!"
Song Pianran's face stiffened.
I see, fuck it! Wrong hand!
The bag in the left hand is the shit that I picked up when I was handsome!
The prince has turned into a toad; the princess's house has gone bankrupt, but the little sister is still the little sister;
Ambiguity dies in shit.
I tried to make amends. I threw the shovel bag into the trash can outside the yard with lightning speed not as fast as Song Pianran's blink of an eye, then flew back at the speed of Bolt's sprint, raised my right hand, held my head high, and was full of energy A roar: "Breakfast for you!"
Song Pianran propped her chin and shook her head slightly, with a helpless smile on her face.
He buckled the table: "Come here."
I took a closer look, and the dowry gifts I had just given him were neatly laid out on the table.
In the morning, the blood is on the top, I don't think it's really poor to look at my own belongings at this moment!
I was so ashamed that I quickly reached out to put them away, but Song Pianran grabbed my wrist.
He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You want to go back after you gave it to me?"
"no!"
I wish I could shake my head three hundred and sixty degrees. Poor is already so poor. What if Song Pianran thinks I'm stingy again and doesn't like me anymore
I retracted my hand and grabbed the hem of the clothes crampedly: "I will work hard... Although it is a little less... Don't dislike it."
"I don't dislike it." Song Pianran said, "The question you asked me in the morning will be asked again."
What question did I ask this morning? I was stunned for a moment.
"What I gave you... do you like it?" I put my hands behind my back, clasping them tightly together.
Song Pianran folded the property certificates and bank cards one by one, and held them on his chest cherishly.
"Thank you, I love it," he said.
My eyes met with him, he raised the corners of his mouth, and the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window painted a handsome light and shadow on his side face.
I was dizzy with such a smile, and said drowsily, "What about me? Do you like it or not?"
He stood up and, across a desk, leaned up close to me until I could see myself in his beautiful eyes.
"Qi Yu, I'm sorry."
Five thunders hit the top.
I was a little unsteady and took a step backwards, but he stretched out his arms around my waist and led me towards him.
He lowered his head against my forehead, and when he blinked, his eyelashes brushed against my eyelids, itching.
"I'm sorry, I waited so long, I like you, but I asked you to say it first."
What's the meaning
My hands trembled, and he stared at me tightly, with a serious expression he had never seen before.
"Little fish, I like you too."
boom-
The world exploded.
The fireworks in my head bloomed one after another, and Song Pianran smiled at me while standing in the fireworks.
The author has something to say
Song Pianran: I'm sorry
Xiaoyuer: Stop talking! I don't want your nice guy card!
(Love dungeon starts)