General Man: The Days Of My Youth Are Never Boring!

Su Muyang finally did not find a novel that met his expectations, so he bought a copy of "Love Metronome" by the way, barely making a small contribution to the sales of Xia Zhiqiu's works, and at the same time, he was not in vain this morning.

"Senior sister, you have your own affairs, I won't continue to bother you."

Before Xia Zhiqiu could speak, Su Muyang had already turned around to leave with his pocket.

So what she wanted to say was also blocked in her throat and couldn't spit out.

Walking to the intersection, I happened to encounter the passing tram, so Su Muyang got this bargain.

The tram moved smoothly all the way, farther and farther away in the opposite direction of home.

Arrive at the station, get off the bus, and walk towards Futaba's house, eager to walk out of the shortest straight line between the two points.

Although he felt a little presumptuous, but just to say that he didn't make a fake pose, he had made up his mind before, even if it was a seamless egg, he would bite her out a slit, and if he didn't even have the courage to be a fly, then what kind of love would he talk about.

First stood at the door for dozens of seconds, and then Su Muyang took a deep breath and knocked on Shuangye's door.

"Which one?"

Although he was asking, Shuangye opened the door before Su Muyang answered.

So they looked at each other, and then Shuangye took the lead in reacting, holding the doorknob and "snapping" the door, almost making Su Muyang's nose flatten.

"Futaba wait!"

Unfortunately, there was no response behind the door.

Su Muyang paced back and forth in front of the door, and after walking two laps, he continued to knock on the door with his knuckles: "Shuangye, let me in?" Several

couples passing by glanced at this side with a little curiosity, and then the man held his head high, the woman covered his mouth and chuckled, and slowly walked away.

"Open the door, Futaba, so many people are watching on the road."

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Behind the door came the nasal sound of a double-leaf urn.

"I didn't mean it on an impromptu basis."

A few minutes later, Su Muyang finally walked into the door of Shuangye's house.

"What's the trouble again?"

Futaba is wearing an apron, and the sound of oil can still be heard in the kitchen, holding a spatula in her right hand, and two gloves protecting her forearm.

"Forget it, I'll talk about it later, there are paper cups in the water dispenser, if you want to drink water, do it yourself, I still have something to do in the kitchen, your problem will be discussed on the table later."

"Okay, by the way, I see that there is half a bag of coffee on the coffee table, if you don't mind, let me solve it, right?"

"Whatever."

Since both leaves have spoken, then Su Muyang is not polite, he went to the drawer under the water dispenser to take a paper cup, and poured half a bag of coffee on the coffee table into it, holding the cup wall and shaking it gently, barely allowing the coffee and water to mix evenly.

Not long after, Futaba walked out with a small portion of stir-fried meat in his right hand and two bowls in his left hand.

"Have you had lunch?"

"There were some things in the morning, An Yilunye's club found me, and I rushed directly after the end."

"It's really a powerful action like an idiot."

Futaba reached behind his back, grabbed the tie around his waist and pulled it, but he couldn't untie the knot he had tied before.

Su Muyang reached out and pulled on the pimple, and after making a gap, he held another thread and untied his apron.

Obviously Futaba had just come out of the kitchen, but there was no greasy smell on her body, but a faint fragrance came from the ends of her hair.

"What are you looking at?"

Shuangye turned his head slightly to look at him, and Su Muyang did not shy away from answering.

"Looking at men's dreams."

"It's you."

Plain, unfazed, not to mention shy, she didn't even have a little mood swing.

"I am very shocked by your tone."

"yes, that's really sorry."

"It's even more battered." Su Muyang said, "It would be nice if you didn't know so much about being polite to me.

"Wait for me."

Under Su Muyang's gaze, Shuangye turned a corner and entered the bathroom, and when he came out, there were still a few water droplets on his face.

"Do you still have the habit of washing your face before eating?"

Futaba pulled out a tissue and then sat down on the side of the table: "Do you have an opinion?"

"No, I mean I want to wash with you." Su Muyang sat across from her fascinatedly.

"I'm sorry, I thought you had brains until now."

"This shows that you have seen people very well until now."

"Shut up."

Su Muyang honestly grilled rice.

Futaba scooped up the soup with a spoon: "You weren't injured yesterday." "

Thanks to the care, let's be considered unscathed."

"Then what the hell is the Nibelungs..."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, and then talk to Azusa Chuan too, at least let him know the situation."

"Okay, so what are you doing here today?"

"If the goal has been achieved, I am now very satisfied with the dishes made by Futaba."

"Now that you're satisfied, pack up and go home."

"That's not going to work." Su Muyang got up and took two steps towards the kitchen, "Add another bowl."

"It's a pity that the rice cooked at noon today is gone."

"Okay," he walked back with the empty bowl, "then eat the dishes."

"Actually, it's not for nothing that I came over."

"Huh?"

"Go grocery shopping at the supermarket in the afternoon and see what you want to eat."

Futaba actually wanted to refuse, but she knew how shameful this scoundrel in front of her was, so she agreed after a few words.

Su Muyang took the initiative to wash the dishes, and washed all the pans and rice cookers, washing them out like new.

The coffee that had been drunk for half a cup before was continued by Shuangye, and Su Muyang was just right at a temperature when he sat down on the sofa.

"Thank you." Su Muyang held the cup in both hands and took a beautiful sip, "I'm really glad that Futaba you are a person who can live a life."

Futaba tilted his head slightly: "It's just a courtesy, is there any difficulty?"

"I'd rather you really don't know what I'm talking about."

Shuangye handed Su Muyang a doll, the lifelike wood carving face was exquisite, but one eye was missing: "Then you should treat it as if I don't know."

"Which master is this?"

"I did it myself."

Su Muyang held the wood carving in his left hand and the paper cup with his right hand, and did not move for a long time.

"What are you in a daze?"

"I'm thinking about how I should praise you so that I can express my admiration without being too deliberate."

Futaba pouted: "Boring."

Su Muyang rubbed his hands back and forth on the wooden carving, smiling happily: "That's right, Shuangye, you have already begun to have a preliminary concept of boys."

"It's a pity that you don't have a preliminary idea of girls yet." Shuangye walked up to Su Muyang and took the wooden carving back from his hand.

"Eh, didn't you send it to me?"

"It's just to let you understand the deep meaning under the appearance of this wood carving, it seems that you already understand, then there is no need to continue holding it."

Okay, okay, you're Futaba, you're the biggest.