That day, Xiaojing and the man with a mustache. The two of them drove her and Tutu inexplicably on the road for most of the day. This time, Zhao Ziyue actually appeared on campus, and unfortunately she was born in the class she was born in. All of this made her doubt.

He gently patted Ling Yun's pink cheeks, and Zhao Ziyue smiled and said, "Silly girl, what are you thinking about? With me here, no one can hurt you."

"Yeah!" Ling Yun nodded obediently, smashed her lips and murmured: "But what if you are not by my side?"

Zhao Ziyue smiled wickedly and said, "Then you can marry me and be my Eastern Palace Empress! In this way, we two eat together and sleep together every day. We are together all day..."

"I think beautifully!" Ling Yun said coquettishly. But the happy expression on her face was hard to express.

The bus finally arrived at the stop in a crowded state. Zhao Ziyue took Ling Yun's little hand and got off the bus. He felt that he seemed to be fascinated by these little hands. White, slender, weak and boneless, with ten fingers slender. The proportions of fingers and palms were perfect. The most important thing was to grab the soft, soft and warm ones. It would be great if he held such a little hand in winter, and it would save the hand stove. Zhao Ziyue thought evilly.

When we arrived at Kingsoft Market, the vendors who set up stalls at the night market had already set up their products. Various jewelry, food, daily necessities, flowers, plants, fish and birds... were dazzling. The air was filled with the smell of oil smoke, which was the fragrance of fried twists or fried chicken fillets. There was also the smell of roasted sweet potato floating in the air, the refreshing aroma of cooked corn feeding, pepper and other large ingredients mixed in the air, strongly stimulating the smell of passers-by and attracting passers-by to stop.

Zhao Ziyue and Lingyun were like a couple, holding hands and strolling on the streets. The two bought two large pieces of roasted sweet potatoes for Tutu. They bought a roast chicken, roast duck and a bottle of Beijing Red Star Erguotou for Lao Beggar. They were considered to take care of Tutu for Lao Beggar that day. They also bought some vegetables. They asked people to hold hands and walk towards Mo Xiaoming's unique courtyard.

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I heard the swearing of the Tutu man: "You stupid old man, you're just burping again... You can't run away if you can't beat it... There's a tree like a wooden stake, are you stupid?... And this is aiming, this fashion bullet... I've never seen you as stupid as you..."

Zhao Ziyue and Ling Yun looked at each other and smiled knowingly. It turned out that they were playing games one big and one small. After hearing the sound of the gunshot, Zhao Ziyue knew that the two must be crossing the Fire. Fortunately, Tutu took the old man to play online games, but it was not that the old man took Tutu to watch the nympho love action movie. Zhao Ziyue's heart was put into his stomach.

The two went in to greet the two top game partners, one big and one small, but the two combat partners were having fun and ignored them. The two went to the second floor with tactfulness. Zhao Ziyue's doghouse on the second floor had been cleaned up by Ling Yun. Zhao Ziyue's animal was a little uncomfortable when he walked in.

Ling Yun washed her hands and went to cook. After a while, the fragrance of vegetables wafted out from the kitchen. Zhao Ziyue made a few calls first, then washed her hands and walked into the kitchen.

"Are you washing dates?" Zhao Ziyue asked as soon as he walked into the kitchen.

Ling Yun finished frying the plate of fried eggs with tomatoes, and was washing it with a handful of red dates in her hand, planning to make red date porridge. She nodded and agreed, "Well. Don't come in."

Zhao Ziyue walked behind Lingyun, staring at her curvy figure with a pair of confused eyes, and said, "How can I not come to help when washing dates? Let me have a massage!"

"Oh~" Ling Yun agreed, then understood and said angrily: "Will you die if you are not perverted?"

"I won't die! But it will be very uncomfortable." Zhao Ziyue said with an innocent look on his face.

Ling Yun gave him a blank look, ignored him, washed the dates and cooked her porridge.

Zhao Ziyue picked up the extra fat and large roast chicken from the convenience bag bored, squatted down, and wanted to find a plate in the low cupboard to put the roast chicken on it. But Ling Yun just blocked the cupboard in front. So Zhao Ziyue gently patted Ling Yun's slender thighs and said, "Beautiful lady, can you spread your legs apart, I'll put the chicken in."

Ling Yun was stunned at first, then burst into a murderous scream: "Big Pervert! Go and die--"

Zhao Ziyue said innocently: "So what's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing again? No. I'm very pure this time."

Ling Yun kicked up, Zhao Ziyue flashed and almost avoided. However, Ling Yun drove out of the kitchen. She also laughed and scolded: "The big pervert, you only know how to take advantage of others all day long..."

Standing at the kitchen door, Zhao Ziyue was puzzled. She scratched her head and said, "So what's wrong? I'm going to get the plate. Your legs are blocking in front of me and let you spread your legs. I can find a plate to put the chicken in... Is there anything wrong? I really don't understand!"

The dinner was quite rich, with four dishes and one soup. The old beggar was soaked with oil in his mouth, and he praised repeatedly: "Lingyun is such a good child. My unscrupulous apprentice will definitely shine in good fortune after marrying you, and she will live a long life and be rich."

Ling Yun lowered her head embarrassedly. The old beggar became more and more addicted to her. Finally, she glanced at Zhao Ziyue's bitter face and said that Ling Yun had a male appearance and asked him to cherish it. Zhao Ziyue felt a little angry when she heard it.

Tutu asked with a pair of smart big eyes, "Old man, what does it mean to have a male appearance?"

The old beggar looked at Ling Yun, then looked at Zhao Ziyue, and whispered on Tutu's little ear. Tutu, who was a big man, nodded constantly, and said to Lingyun with a smile: "Sister Lingyun, the old man told me that your butt is big and round, it must be the material for giving birth to a boy..."

Holding the rice bowl, Ling Yun's face suddenly turned red. She glared at Tutu fiercely. Tutu licked the sweet potato chips on the corner of her mouth and said in aggrievedly: "It's not what I said, it's all the old man. Why are you glaring at me?"

Ling Yun was reluctant to find a crack in the ground and lowered her head with a shame. The old man smiled awkwardly and said, "Eat...Eat..."

Zhao Ziyue looked at the old beggar and said, "My master always looks very accurate when he shows people's faces. Lingyun, why don't you let my master take a good look for you?"

The old beggar stared at him with contempt. Ling Yun didn't give him a good face. Zhao Ziyue picked her teeth and thought to herself that the disaster had moved eastward now, and they had moved to me. No wonder they all said that illness came from the mouth and disaster came from the mouth.
Chapter completed!