The Lost City Under the Sea: A hot, spicy and exciting pursuit【4】
The door was pushed open, and Su Mian and Di Lin looked at each other for a while. Di Lin said happily: "I know you haven't gone out... Come here, I brought some food back. [26nbsp;]"
Although there was a question, Di Lin's face had an expression that he had already guessed, which made Su Mian so depressed that he couldn't help but want to complain. Why was Di Lin's control over her every mood?
However, looking at Di Lin's expression, there shouldn't be anything unusual. Su Mian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. When Su Mian came out of the bathroom, he found that little Tai Sui had obediently occupied a corner of the dining table and was looking forward to her return with enthusiastic eyes.
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Di Lin took the main seat as a matter of course and waited for her to come out to eat.
Su Mian glanced at the cold tripe and stir-fried beef tenderloin on the small coffee table, and said in surprise: "It's so rare that you remember what I like to eat." She would yell every time she sighed at the clear soup noodles in the tomb.
She probably mentioned these foods that she loved so much that Di Lin remembered them.
Di Lin held his chopsticks and was silent for a few seconds, then said: "These are my favorite foods. I think that if I remember to pack them and bring them back to you, it is enough for you to thank me."
Su Ming was choked, and after a while she murmured: "...That's so correct. There are too many unrealistic fantasies that will be struck by lightning." She thought Mao would be narcissistic and thought it was Di Lin.
Remember what she likes.
Cheating, okay, they both have similar hobbies. Maybe Di Lin’s hobbies were cultivated by himself. Su Mianshan comforted himself and sat down. At the same time, he looked at the naughty little Tai Sui with his pink branches and vines eagerly.
The food was divided neatly.
In the middle of the pleasant dinner, Su Mian suddenly remembered and asked casually: "Um, where did you get the money?"
Di Lin picked up the goblet beside him and poured the extremely incongruous Coke elegantly. He glanced at Su Mingsheng and said slowly: "It's from the wallet in your backpack. If I remember correctly,
The password seems to be your birthday, you told me, so... I took one at random."
No, Su Mian looked at Di Lin for a while, and then plucked up the courage to communicate with Di Lin: "Although we live together, and you are my master, it stands to reason that my things are your things, you take things -
Okay, it doesn’t matter if you use it, but you should tell me, right?”
Di Lin looked at Su Mimun strangely. After Su Mimun's momentum changed from strong to weak as usual, he put a piece of spicy oil belly silk into her bowl and reluctantly solved the tangled girl: "You are all mine.
What's the point of worrying about those incidental things?" He can give her as much money as she wants. Those are just small things.
The corner of Su Mian's mouth twitched and she lowered her head to eat silently. She knew that if the discussion continued, it would never arouse Di Lin's guilt at all. It would only make herself very angry.
After dinner, the two of them had a rest. There was nothing unusual about Di Lin. Just like the previous few days, he was still tossing until midnight, doing this and that, learning without a teacher. Su Mian was confused and sleepy, and had long forgotten the questions in his mind.
The back of my head.
The two of them had a tacit understanding not to get up too early the next day. Su Mian woke up at noon, muttered a few complaints, got up, washed and tidied up, and then hurried to Biling, the old base of the revolution, with Di Lin.