1786. Chapter 1786: The days when Boss Ling and Mao Mao competed for favor 3
It’s not as good-looking as Lingyin’s fried love eggs, so let’s just make do with it.
After Huahua finished breakfast, she ran to the gym to do some exercise. After sweating, she went to take a shower. At this time, Lingyin woke up in a daze and found herself running into the kitchen, slowly making a pot of steaming rice porridge.
While eating breakfast, Lingyin accidentally overeat.
Huahua was speechless: "You can't eat so much, what are you doing to hold on?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it anymore."
Huahua was dumb for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "That's right, don't expect me to cook it for you every day in the future. I just practice my cooking skills occasionally, and you must cook it for me, otherwise it will be all in vain."
Lingyin felt more and more that it didn’t matter if he had enough to eat: “It can’t be wasted.”
"Why waste it? I cooked so much, and part of it was for Maomao to eat. You ate all the pot, and Maomao had nothing to eat."
Lingyin's expression was calm, but he was roaring in his heart: How could my wife's porridge be given to Maomao?
Fortunately I ate them all.
Maomao, who was running around next to him, heard this sentence, his eyes were obviously sad, and he looked at Lingyin with his tongue out, "Don't be too fierce, you didn't even leave me any, Lingyin's dad is too much!"
Maomao decided to follow Huahua and Lingyin all the time so that she would not miss anything delicious. But why didn’t Mom and Dad eat anything delicious the whole morning?
Lingyin daddy is sitting in the yard reading a book, and Huahua daddy is holding a piece of cloth and cutting it up in the yard. What's so fun about it?
As a result, Maomao soon discovered that this was definitely fun!
Because Mommy Huahua is making clothes for it.
Huahua cut, sewed and made a suit of clothes in an hour.
"Maomao, come here."
Maomao swung his tail with great joy, ran up to Huahua, and kept licking the back of his hand.
Huahua put the dog clothes on it.
"Brother Ling, what do you think?"
Lingyin glanced briefly and nodded: "Not bad, but what does Maomao wear? I just think it looks better with long snow-white hair."
Huahua thought: "That's right."
Take off the clothes from Maomao immediately.
Maomao stared at Lingyin sadly: Why do I have to run naked, just because I have a lot of hair?
Unfortunately, the enemy is too weak to confront it at all.
Lingyin wore a simple shirt and vest today, and didn't put on any other clothes outside. Sitting there, like Xiuzhu, with a distinguished temperament, he just turned the pages of the book casually, and when he fell into people's eyes, he also called himself a scenery.
Huahua felt bored when she had nothing to do, so she kept scrolling on Weibo.
I saw Chenxing showing affection again, and couldn't help but comment: Show affection, and you will die quickly!
Not to be outdone, Chenxing replied: That is a sign of jealousy, envy, and hatred.
Tsk, will I not be able to show off?
Where do you get the confidence to think that I, Huahua, can’t show off?
Huahua stood up decisively and walked to Lingyin's side.
He knelt down and faced Lingyin's mouth, "Quickly, give me a kiss."
Lingyin put the book in his hands on his knees and was very obedient; then Huahua squatted in front of Maomao and stretched out his hand: "BABY, lick one."
A minute later, the two photos blinded Chenxing's face, and even more so the faces of all his fans.
"Why do you think Samoyed kissed more passionately than Mr. Ling? What kind of rhythm is this? Is it because I'm dazzled?"
"Why do you think Samoyed kisses more passionately than Mr. Ling? +1"
"Why do you think Samoyed kisses more passionately than Mr. Ling? +2"