Aju suffered inhuman treatment, and was wronged and angry, and howled through the door: "Did I ask you! Did I ask you?! I asked my sister-in-law!"
Lu Jiaheng: "Your little sister-in-law doesn't eat either, get out."
Chu Zhi hurriedly grabbed his arm and stretched his neck out: "I eat what I eat! What about blueberries!"
Little Chrysanthemum: "Blueberry Muffin!"
"Is there any more apple pie?"
"Yes, I have!"
Lu Jiaheng: "..."
The two people just shouted and shouted across the door for a while, Chuzhi couldn't wait, and pushed the man who was pressing him while kicking his legs.
Lu Jiaheng felt that his status seemed to have dropped a lot without being at home in the afternoon.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who fluttered out like a small carp: "What kind of ecstasy soup did you give him this afternoon?"
Chuzhi was innocent: "I didn't do anything."
Lu Jiaheng's long legs pressed her short legs that were pushed out, and he lowered his head and bit her lips lightly as if venting his anger: "You are about to straighten him."
Chu Zhi was quite surprised: "Isn't that good, I can rest assured."
"… "
Little Chrysanthemum has spent many years abroad by herself. She has a lot of cooking skills. She likes to study and make desserts. Even her hobbies are full of the breath of a good wife and mother.
Chu Zhi got off the plane and only drank a glass of water and a glass of juice. She was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, she hopped out of the room and entered the kitchen. The fragrance was wafting away. What kind of salad is that?"
Aju usually cooks by himself. At this time, someone was full of curiosity about his cooking, and he was very happy: "Pear and cheese salad."
Chu Zhi rested his elbows on the counter and watched him busy with his chin: "Is there any special food in America? I only know hamburgers and hot dogs."
Chuzhi’s father and Ms. Deng both cook, but it’s limited to Chinese food. Chuzhi was eating apple pie while listening to Xiaojuhua’s popularization of various American cuisines for her. The two chatted vigorously and completely forgot Lu Jiaheng’s existence. .
Finally, when Chu Zhi swallowed her last bite of pizza, Lu Jiaheng grabbed her wrist, pulled him up from the chair and dragged him directly into the room: "After eating, study with me."
Chuzhi looked at the fruit on the table eagerly: "But I still want to eat some fruit."
"You can't eat fruit just after dinner."
Chuzhi let out an "oh" and rubbed her chubby belly, feeling that she might not be able to eat any fruit for a while, "I also want to take a bath."
Lu Jiaheng turned his head sideways: "Did you take a shower right after eating?"
Chuzhi entered the room, took out her pajamas and pajamas from the small box, laid the boards neatly on the bed, and sat next to them obediently: "Then I'll wash them later."
Lu Jiaheng laughed, dragged his schoolbag over, and put on his glasses.
His desk was beside the bed, Chu Zhi sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed in, leaning on his desk and looking at him: "Lu Jiaheng."
"Um."
"You look good with glasses."
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes. A pair of peach blossom eyes were hidden behind the lenses, and his tail eyelashes were lightly raised, making him look beastly.
Chu Zhi said seriously: "Like a beast in clothes."
"… "
"It's so heartwarming." Chu Zhi continued with big eyes blinking.
"… "
Lu Jiaheng: "You better go take a shower."
There were no extra pillows and quilts in Lu Jiaheng's room. In the evening, Lu Jiaheng specially moved a bed from upstairs. When Chu Zhi came back from the bath, the bed had been replaced with new sheets and quilt covers, and the floor was also paved.
Chu Zhi scratched her half-dry hair and stepped on the carpet with her bare feet: "Are you laying the floor?"
Lu Jiaheng looked at the book without looking up: "The bed is too small, you sleep."
Chuzhi gave a slow "Oh", climbed onto the bed with hands and feet, knelt beside the bed, and looked at him: "Aren't you going to sleep with me today?"
Lu Jiaheng raised his head.
The little girl was wearing a doll-collar pajamas, her long hair was loose, her mouth was closed, she held a pillow and looked at him, looking a little lost.
Lu Jiaheng stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.
He turned his head and hissed softly, "Chuchu."
Chuzhi tilted her head and rested her chin on the pillow: "Huh?"
"Are you so worried about me?"
Chu Zhi sat against the wall with her pillow in her arms, her white toes on the sheets and curled up slightly, she stared at him with open eyes, and said softly, "or will I come with you?"
Be quiet for a moment.
Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and smiled lowly: "What reincarnation are you?"
Sometimes, Lu Jiaheng thinks Chuzhi is too scary.
Her casual words, he is willing to do anything for her.
Lu Jiaheng put down the book in his hand, pushed the chair, stood up, and walked to the door to turn off the light.
With only the lamp on in the room, he bent over to pick up the pillow from the floor and put it on the head of the bed.
Chu Zhi happily put the pillow in her hand against the wall and at the head of the bed. His bed is indeed a bit small, and the two pillows were squeezed together. She lay in it, covered the quilt, and blinked her eyes. He said to him, "Lu Jiaheng, I won't come anymore, so don't go back."
Lu Jiaheng looked down at her and said nothing.
Chuzhi played with the quilt, didn't look at him, and said slowly, "I was so unhappy when I saw girls' clothes hanging over there that day, but I'm afraid you really don't like me anymore, too. I was afraid that I would appear too sensitive, stingy and pestering, so I never dared to ask." She grabbed the quilt, "but we had to be separated for so long, and I agreed with you when you wanted to leave. I can't distrust you like this, and I can't be satisfied Our minds are all about love, and we have to become better and better when the other person is not around."
Chu Zhi raised her eyelashes, winked at him, stretched out her arms from under the covers, patted the bed next to her and said, "So you won't be able to see me for more than a year, you have to cherish being able to see me now. Every minute of my life, sleep with me."
Chuzhi stayed for a week and booked a ticket to go back at the end of the month.
Until the person left, Chu Zhi couldn't see the lover of Xiao Juhua's dream.
Xiao Juhua and Lu Jiaheng are in the same school, but their majors are different. He is more relaxed than Lu Jiaheng. On the weekend afternoon, under the encouragement and urging of Chu Zhi, he finally mustered up the courage to send the first message to the male god.
Chu Zhi thought it was incredible that the two of them hadn't talked for a while. She stared at him with wide eyes: "Have you two never spoken?"
Aju looked at her with a panicked face: "As soon as I speak, isn't it exposed that I am a man?!"
Chu Zhi seriously felt that his voice could be quite real if he didn't listen carefully.
"Then have you two never had any contact?"
"some."
"What kind of?" Chu Zhi asked curiously.
Little Chrysanthemum recalled dreamily: "I ran into him several times, but they were all in women's clothes, and he didn't recognize me as a man," he said sternly, "I'm getting used to women's clothes now, Bought several sets of women's pajamas."
"… "
Chu Zhi looked at him blankly: "But in case he likes you who is a girl, you two, you two—" Her cheeks were a little hot, and she unconsciously raised her hand and pinched her ears, "You two will develop further. Then he found out what to do."
Qing Jun's man looked a little depressed: "But if I don't, I may not even have a chance to make him think that I am someone who can fall in love."
Chu Zhi was also very frustrated. She felt that breaking a straight man sounded a bit strange and difficult.
It's as if someone was originally a woman, but she had to forcibly break the other party into a man, which was a little guilty for her, unless the other party really liked the little chrysanthemum, and because the object was him, so He bends.
Under the unremitting research of the two, Xiao Juhua took the initiative to ask a male god to meet for the first time and did not wear women's clothes. Chu Zhi quietly followed behind, wearing Lu Jiaheng's coat and coat, with a palm-sized face on a small face. Huge sunglasses and a woolen hat look a bit like Lyon in "This Killer Isn't Too Cold".
Before going out, Chu Zhi stepped out the door when Lu Jiaheng pulled her arm back.
The boyfriend expressed dissatisfaction that his little gardenia had been focusing on the little chrysanthemum recently. He picked her up and walked into the room while tearing off her clothes. The wool hat and sunglasses were thrown on the ground all the way. After exchanging saliva contentedly hug her for a nap.
Chu Zhi obediently shrank in his arms and played with his eyelashes: "Lu Jiaheng."
"Um?"
"What does the male god of Little Chrysanthemum look like?"
Lu Jiaheng opened her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly: "Why are you so curious about other people's male gods?"
Chu Zhi tugged at his eyelashes with a smile: "I'm tired of seeing your face, I'm going to try it."
Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to spank her ass.
Through the clothes, he made a muffled sound with a bit of strength, Chuzhi slammed, raised his hand and pushed him: "What's wrong with you now, why do you always bully people!"
He closed his eyes again and smiled lowly: "I'll let you know what bullying is in the future."
His hand still landed on her ass, Chuzhi blushed and arched, arched again, pulled away his arm, and after thinking about it, he felt that his actions just now were hooligan and had some kind of hint. Yes, hit him twice on the arm.
The man let her toss and toss, quietly closed his eyes and lay on his side, his arms and the fingertips of the wall circled a space.
Chu Zhi was lying on the bed, holding her face, her fingertips brushed lightly across his light blue eyes: "Lu Jiaheng, I'll be leaving tomorrow."
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyelids, and his dark eyes looked a little deep.
Her expression looked resigned, and her bright eyes were full of emotion.
Lu Jiaheng's heart moved, and he held her arm tightly, and his eyes became gentle, waiting for her next words.
The little girl's fair index finger lightly stroked his angular profile, and looked at him sadly: "Before I leave, I really want to see what the male god of Little Chrysanthemum looks like."
"… "
Lu Jiaheng snorted coldly, clasped her little head expressionlessly, and pressed it into her arms without any gentleness: "Speak again and let you know what bullying is now."