1689. Chapter 1689 Unforgettable memories of a strange home 3
After he said this, Huahua's expression changed!
Humph, you are the one who likes to wear skirts, you are the coquettish one! You are the ****!
Huahua imagined her coquettish expression in a skirt, and suddenly her whole body felt bad. She was cross-shaped! She erased the image of a shemale in her mind.
"……Super cute."
"Pfft..." Huahua just took a sip of water, and all of it spurted out in an instant.
Lingyin looked at him, Huahua coughed twice, Lingyin stood up with a helpless smile, walked over and patted his back, "Why are you so careless?"
"Cute sister!" Huahua said while coughing.
Lingyin's expression stiffened: "My sister is so cute."
Huahua: "..."
"Huahua, why are you reacting so loudly?" Lingyin suddenly smiled meaningfully, turning Huahua's face to look at his expression. Huahua showed pure eyes with superb acting skills. Lingyin stared at it, but didn't see anything. He touched
Touching his head, "Are you hungry?"
"If you don't tell me, I won't feel it. Once you tell me, I'll be really hungry." Huahua took the opportunity to change the subject.
Lingyin stood up: "Help me wash the vegetables."
Huahua: "..."
Why don't you just happily say, "Let's go to a big restaurant to eat delicious food" instead of washing vegetables?
Damn it, my suitor must be a slut. If it were his brother, he would never say such things. Ah, why is Chenxing's life thousands of times better than mine?
Huahua complained, and his tall and thin body squatted in the yard. In front of him was a pot of green vegetables he bought himself, washing them carefully one by one.
"Can you wash?" Lingyin was washing rice next to him.
The shocked Huahua suddenly raised her head: "Nonsense, of course I can do everything. I can do everything from washing, cooking and mopping the floor!"
"Then you do it?" Lingyin said teasingly when he heard him say such words.
Huahua held up a hand of water and threw it at Lingyin, and said crookedly: "I won't do it! At most, I will help you wash the vegetables. I hate working the most in my life. When I was a child, I did all the washing and cooking. What about my brother?
If he doesn't know how to cook porridge, he is the master's destiny."
Lingyin suddenly felt distressed. Yes, he had also gone through very hard days.
The thick sour love in his eyes couldn't be resolved, Lingyin patted his back, washed rice and went to the kitchen to cook.
The setting sun fell on Huahua's face. Huahua came to the kitchen holding the washed vegetables as if she were offering a treasure: "Brother Ling, it's all up to you. I'll collect the quilt and sleep again. Call me when you're done cooking."
Hey, run away quickly.
The musty smell in the room was not completely removed. Huahua was too tired. She lay down on the bed with a quilt full of sunshine and looked up at the ceiling. The decoration style of this bedroom was like a child's bedroom. Could it be the one he used to have?
Which room should I sleep in?
Huahua closed her eyes and tried hard to recall, but she couldn't think of any memories.
Did I really live here when I was a child? Is this really my home? Is this all just a misunderstanding? But the brother in my childhood memory should indeed be Lingyin.
There was a knock at the door, and Lingyin said loudly in the kitchen: "Huahua, go and take a look."
The sound insulation effect was not good, and it was difficult for Huahua not to hear her, so she had to get up and go out to see.
Two or three villagers saw the lights on in the dark house all year round. Out of curiosity, they came over to take a look. Huahua stood inside the iron gate and looked at a few middle-aged and elderly women in simple clothes outside. He said with a friendly expression: "You guys
What's up?"
The villagers also looked at Huahua curiously and asked: "Who are you and how did you come to this house?"
Hua touched her head, and it was the first time that she was looked at with a thief-like look.