"call-"
Ji Linxi smelled a familiar smell as soon as he opened the door, and when he heard the sound, he knew that Ling Miao was eating instant noodles without even looking.
"If you eat this stuff every day, you may become a mummy." Ji Linxi reminded her kindly.
Ling Miao chewed the noodles with a look of resentment on his face, as if the thing between his teeth was not noodles but Su Yuyang.
What Ling Miao was thinking was clearly shown on his face. When Ji Linxi saw this, he asked seemingly casually: "You have an unpleasant quarrel with your idol on your first day at work?"
"Don't talk to me about that bastard!" Ling Miao firmly inserted his chopsticks into the instant noodle bag, "I don't care if he eats tofu today, but he actually treats me as a coolie! He lives on the tenth floor and there is no elevator. I mentioned it. Three big bags of stuff went from the first floor to the tenth floor, and he didn't know how to help me. What's even more disgusting is that he asked me to cook because he had no ingredients or seasonings. This guy was deliberately teasing me! I... " Ling Miao took a deep breath, then took another chopstick of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth, "This man's evil deeds can't be told for three days and three nights. When I mention him, the sky becomes dark."
Ji Linxi glanced out the window. Oh, the sky was already dark.
"Oh, you mean, compared to being a coolie and being teased by him, being eaten is nothing more than a trivial matter?" Ji Linxi looked at Ling Miao meaningfully, with an indescribable ambiguity in his tone.
"Damn, what's that look in your eyes!" Ling Miao lowered his head and ate the noodles, but Ji Linxi saw that the base of Ling Miao's ears were red.
"Ling Miao, you actually enjoy being eaten by great masters, right? Well, thinking about it, you might have fallen in love with Shu Yang at first sight." Ji Linxi analyzed.
"Fuck you." Ling Miao said this sentence very weakly. As for Ji Linxi's sentence, he agreed with the first half, but...
Hey, what do you mean I agree with the first half of the sentence? When did I say yes
After dinner, Ling Miao started typing. Ji Linxi glanced at Ling Miao and sighed for no reason.
Ling Miao didn't have a very good impression of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang was the opposite of Ling Miao.
Su Yuyang looked at the blank space of the document. It had been two hours and he hadn't coded a single word. Fortunately, as someone who has saved manuscripts, Su Yuyang is not worried about interruption.
For two hours, there was no novel plot in Su Yuyang's mind, only the hazy Ling Miao in the sun, the irritable Ling Miao after being kissed, and Ling Miao's two bright red lips.
Su Yuyang's face was expressionless, his bright eyes revealed his thoughts, and his slightly trembling Adam's apple revealed his anxiety. This is a picture that looks a bit weird, but it also makes people feel comfortable. This is similar to Su Yuyang's heart - conflict.
"Ling Miao's character is either good or bad. He is not my type, but most of my attention is attracted to him. I deliberately bought a lot of things in the supermarket today and asked him to carry them all. Look at him. With such an expression of anger and dare not speak, I actually suspected that the person in front of me was not Ling Miao." Su Yuyang's mind pictured Ling Miao climbing the stairs after returning from the supermarket, especially after Ling Miao asked him to share the weight and was rejected by himself: Although Ling Miao Already out of breath, he was still cursing Su Yuyang in a low voice.
Everything was completely beyond Su Yuyang's expectations.
Su Yuyang liked to watch Ling Miao waving his claws. Whenever Ling Miao would do this, he would exude the aura of "even if I don't kill you, I will leave blood marks on you." Su Yuyang couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.
"Ling Miao, Ling Miao, tomorrow will be here soon."
Su Yuyang stretched and turned his attention to the novel again, when his cell phone rang, it was Ling Miao calling.
"Xiao Miao?" Su Yuyang called Ling Miao affectionately.
Ling Miao felt cold and objected: "Don't call it so affectionate. I'm covered in goosebumps. Just call me Ling Miao."
"Ling Miao... Xiao Miao, what's the matter?" Su Yuyang didn't care about Ling Miao's attitude. In short, with his mouth on his face, he could scream whatever he wanted.
"I..." Ling Miao choked on what Su Yuyang called him. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Su, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"As long as you do it." Su Yuyang's tone was gentle, which made Ling Miao's skin crawl all over again.
Su Yuyang usually gets up at nine o'clock in the morning and walks out of the bedroom. The first thing he sees is Ling Miao curled up on the sofa to catch up on his sleep.
"Ling Miao?" Su Yuyang gently shook Ling Miao's body, but what he received was a heavy slap from Ling Miao, and then Ling Miao turned over and prepared to continue sleeping. However, Ling Miao turned over in the wrong direction, and Su Yuyang deliberately did not stop him, so Ling Miao rolled directly to the ground.
"Ah, it hurts." Ling Miao cried out in pain as his forehead hit the ground, and he woke up from his drowsiness.
Ling Miao sat on the ground and rubbed the sore spot. He glanced at Su Yuyang, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and felt an unknown fire in his heart: "Su Yuyang, did you do this on purpose?"
Su Yuyang didn't say anything, and Ling Miao became even more angry: "Hey, you're happy to see me make a fool of myself. Well, I'll come back after I've had enough sleep. As for whether you will have hypoglycemia and go into shock, I don't know. After saying that, Ling Miao stood up, picked up the thermos bucket placed on the coffee table, and walked towards the door.