God-Level Choice

I went to the kitchen and it turned out to be Lin Yunbo. Wearing a blue apron, facing away from the outside, something bulging, the smell of braised pork is too strong.

Chu Feng yawned: "How did you come here?" Lin Yunbo has a room card and knows the password. Now he never participates in the discussion.

"Get up?" Lin Yunbo looked back at him and frowned. "Why don't you wear slippers?"

Chu Feng was terribly sleepy, sitting cross-legged on the ground, he said: "The ground is not cold, don't you "293" not go to work today?"

There were two bowls of instant noodles on the table, the eggs were undercooked, and the yolks were smashed and filled the bowls. They took a bite and said bluntly: "Xiang is fragrant, it has no taste at all.

Lin Yunbo can't eat it either, the braised pork noodles are too delicious, the taste of sauerkraut and braised pork is scary.

He puts on the chopsticks.

"Let's go out to eat."

The eyes of the two people fluttered high in mid-air, and Shining's voice struck violently, and then stood up in the next second.

"I want to change clothes!"

"I want to do the dishes!"

Nima, second date!

For a long time, Lin Shi has never felt the gentle taste of a housewife. Lin Wanqing was in trouble, unwilling to get out of bed.

It was absurd until the afternoon, when the rich fragrance of flowers and plants woke him from under the covers. The girl who was only wearing three centimeters was squatting beside the hot oil, slowly stroking his back. The slender and strong fingers pressed the sore muscles in the waist, and Lin Wanqing's long sighs and screams also sounded.

One hand groped backwards, held the girl's cool palm, wrapped it up, and then pulled it forward, the other obediently lifted it up, and sighed like Blue: "Hate~~"

"Get up and do the laundry for me." Lin Wanqing kissed her. "I'm hungry, I'll take you out for dinner."

The other girl held her chin all the time, looked at them, and smiled sweetly.

Wearing a hat and a mask to go out, the sky is getting darker, but the Mid-Levels Hotel here is still brightly lit. The hotel's pagoda-style tiles are as transparent as clear glass.

Chu Feng was speechless: "Did the car that drove me for so long bring me here?"

If it's not enough for half a month's vacation, he will say that there is nothing here. Compared with Lin Yunbo, he rarely has the opportunity to go out and have fun, not only because of the corporate image, the biggest reason is lack of time. He is too busy. Over the past few years, he has become a habit. For him, he was a very luxurious perk. He was on the top floor and saw that the dining room was enveloped by a geometric glass ceiling. When, Chu Feng was like a nightmare. He stood between his heads and sighed a long time.

The smell of pepper in the air made him raise his eyebrows: "It's so fragrant [Sichuan food? I can't eat spicy food."

"I asked Mao Xiaorun, eating a bit of spicy food once in a while won't have a big impact on the donkey, not to mention that this album has already been recorded, and you have to sing for at least three months." There were not many people in the restaurant, and the light was rather dim. Lin Xibo Pushing him away, he sighed. "Which one is like a two-year-old? Too tight to force yourself. Sometimes you don't have to act like that." Not to mention others, the presence of Chu Feng, even the most promising artist, is sensible, Lin Yun Bo sometimes went to him to talk about Chu Feng, and he was often asked whether the company's pressure to provide Chu Feng was too high, causing him to be helpless throughout the year.

"Let the mind relax", seeing that Chu Feng seemed to have some worries that he couldn't let go of, Lin Yunbo comforted him. "Sichuan cuisine in Tianchao restaurant is a must. The pepper is shipped directly from the place of production, and the chef is a local. The Sichuanese is also famous in his own place. He is confident that he will definitely have a glass of milk. After eating eat some mangosteen...