How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

"My oolong milk cap was just knocked off by someone else."

"..."

At first, he was dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked at the wall clock: "Are you finished drinking?"

In fact, they don't need to watch the time. They met in the afternoon at school. At this time, night fell, and Hatsuji had returned home to finish dinner.

I don't know how many hours have passed since the interval, the milk cover has already been cold.

Chuichi glanced out of the window, put the phone in his ear and said patiently: "If you drop it, you will drop it, and it won't taste good when it's cold."

After she finished speaking, Lu Jiaheng stopped talking again.

He should be outside, the background is a little messy, the whistle of the car and the sound of the street at night came through the phone, Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a while, and then continued to dryly say: "I am so pitiful."

Chuichi: "..."

"The milk cap is gone."

"..."

"My oolong milk cap."

"..."

What do you want to say?

Hatsui didn't know how to respond, and scratched his hair inexplicably: "Then you go buy another one?"

Lu Jiaheng paused: "That's different."

"The oolong milk caps should all taste similar."

"Not the same," he said stubbornly.

"..."

"Senior, are you drinking fake wine?" Chuichi asked cautiously.

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

For the two days of rest at home, Hakuchi has been preparing lines for the drama.

Half of the large-page and large-page a4 paper lines are made by the heroine, and all of them must be finished off the manuscript, and they must be accompanied by the performance. It is not difficult for Hakuchi.

Although she is rarely nervous or frightened because of her personality, it is often over when she starts to be nervous.

The script is adapted from "The Female Owner", and it is about a hotel owner who refused the rich count and hereditary marquis, and tempted to tease the hypocritical and unreasonable and arrogant knight who had no respect for women. Ordinary servants get married.

When he first got the script, he felt completely inconsistent with the image of the boss lady, and it was almost the same as adding a role to her daughter.

Moreover, she had to "seduce" the knight.

Chuichi was dumbfounded.

At the beginning of the weekend, it was early in the morning. She had been addicted to the image of her new boss lady for the past two days. Every day she felt that she had a lot of styles. She checked a lot of articles on the Internet to analyze the character's personality until late, and sleepwalked up to eat After breakfast, holding your guessing fan and lying on the sofa, peeling oranges, the phone rang.

Her hands were covered with yellow orange peel juice. She plucked her **** head and leaned over with her chin to answer. The side of her head lay on the coffee table and listened to the call: "Hello?"

Lu Jiaheng was quite quiet over there. From time to time a man said: "Back to school today?"

Chuichi "huh" gave a cry.

Guessing her ears moved in her arms, it was as if she heard who they were, and she rushed out of Chuchi's arms, standing next to the coffee table and grunting with a grin.

Chu Garden was happy: "Senior, guess you say hello to you, and ask you good morning."

Lu Jiaheng choked, didn't think the cat would want to say good morning to him, and asked her, "Are you free now?"

Chuichi blinked: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a while, and then said: "The decoration, Cheng Yi's taste is too bad, I would like to ask your opinion."

Chuichi was a little surprised: "Am I? But my vision is not so good..."

"Very good." Lu Jiaheng smiled softly. "The clothes you picked are also very beautiful."

Chuchi thought for a while before remembering that he was talking about the clothes he had picked for him when he went to the mall together.

She said earnestly: "That's because you are a clothes hanger, and it looks good no matter what you wear."

It was quiet again.

Chuichi felt that this person often talked and talked and suddenly fell into a strange quietness.

She waited patiently for a few seconds, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you come up then? Now."

At the beginning of the garden, "Ah" screamed, straightened up, and went out upstairs while peeling oranges.

The door of Lu Jiaheng's house was not closed, and when he first entered, it was much better than when he came last time.

The inside is basically clean, the ground and the wallpaper have been made, the living room is empty and only a huge sofa is placed, Lu Jiaheng upper body slightly arched, his arms braced in front of the small bar in the kitchen partition, and is in front of a decoration worker speak.

The decorator nodded and walked away, and Chuchi walked in. Lu Jiaheng turned his head slightly, saw her, and hooked her.

She walked over, the orange in her hand just peeled off, she tore off a little of the white silk on the orange, pinched one by one in her hand, walked next to him, and handed it over: "Do you eat?"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, looked at the little orange in her hand, raised his hand and shook her, showing her palm.

His hands were a little dirty, stained with wood chips and dust.

At the beginning of the garden oh, the orange was silently broken apart, half jammed in his mouth.

"Don't you give it to me?" Lu Jiaheng said suddenly.

Hatsuri looked up and froze for a moment: "Aren't you not eating?"

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows: "When did I say I wouldn't eat anymore."

"You're not--" Hatsune held oranges in one hand and learned what he had just done. Two small arms were stretched out and raised in front of him.

Her small hands are also small, and the white and tender palms flickered before him.

Lu Jiaheng watched her movements and smiled with her eyes down, and the corners of her eyes rose slightly, her voice lowered, with a little bit of bad intentions: "Is this not eating? This is, you feed me- ."

The three words were softly spit by him, soft and gentle, with a long tail and a tangy smell.

He also lowered his body, and the people leaned over to match her height, and looked very considerate.

Churi held a small orange in his hand and quickly backed away two steps without opening his eyes and his ears were a little red: "Then don't eat it..."

Lu Jiaheng said, "Oh," he dragged himself, "but I want to eat."

Chuichi raised his head and looked at him: "Then wash your hands and come back to eat, I will keep it for you."

Her expression looked patient and sincere, filled with "I promise not to steal", and had a good temper to discuss with him.

Lu Jiaheng slowly raised the corner of his lips, still not reluctantly: "No, I don't believe you, I am sure I will be gone as soon as I leave."

At the beginning, Hiroshi was unbearable, and hey: "You're so annoying! I won't give you any food!"

Her angry face was completely deterrent, her eyes widened, her cheeks bulging, like a little hamster, but a little cute.

Lu Jiaheng laughed out loud.

Chuichi stared at him again.

Lu Jiaheng cleared his throat and apologized obediently: "Sorry, I want to eat."

Chuchi finds that he has a bad temper when he is sometimes used to this person, and he thinks fiercely: "Wash your hands!"

"Good." Lu Jiaheng nodded and ran to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

While washing and trying to laugh, why is this little girl getting more and more tempered?

The area of ​​Lu Jiaheng's house is the same as that of Chuchi's, but he lives alone and directly connects the master bedroom with the living room, installing partitions, and the whole house looks much larger.

He really came to ask Chuichi for help. Chuichi chose the wallpaper for the study, chose the window screen curtains in each room, and finally picked the furniture.

The girls' interest in soft clothes seems to be very high. The first selection was full of interest. If you see something good, give Lu Jiaheng a look. The things you pick will change into a style later.

Lu Jiaheng, the homeowner, seemed to have no opinion, leaning into the sofa with her legs tilted, her elbows supporting the armrests of the sofa, and her jaw side, looking at her lazily.

"Senior, what do you think of the Mediterranean style, which has been popular recently."

"Ok."

"The Scandinavian style seems good, but it's a little cold, but it's very clean."

"it is good."

"Senior, do you like European style? I think you will like it. You are so exaggerated."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyelids lazily: "How can I be grandiose?"

Chuichi: "..."

One morning passed quickly, until noon began to call, Ms. Deng made a phone call and asked where she was, when to return to school, whether lunch would not go home to eat.

Chu Zhi looked at Lu Jiaheng, who was on the couch in Beijing, and hesitated for a while, or he said, "I shouldn't go back and eat."

While hanging up the phone, she asked, "Senior, what do you eat at noon?"

Like a dead fish, Lu Jiaheng stretched his long legs forward, paralyzed into weakness: "Come on, don't be exaggerated."

Chuichi: "..."

She just said casually just now, but she didn't expect this person to care.

Chu Zhizheng was entangled in whether he would simply ask him to eat at home. Anyway, he went downstairs and Lu Jiaheng's mobile phone vibrated.

He only glanced at the caller ID on the screen and threw the phone aside.

Churi tilted his head.

The mobile phone was shaking on the sofa. Lu Jiaheng looked down for a while, picked it up, and recovered it with long legs. He stood up from the sofa and turned into the toilet.

After a while, he came out.

The phone was tucked into his pocket while he came over and stood in front of Chuichi: "Little Gardenia, let me go out."

At the beginning of the garden, "Ah," he raised his head and said, "Why are you going?"

He stood, she was sitting, he looked taller, standing like a giant in front of her, the tall, white neck lifted straight, his mouth slightly open.

She only responded after asking, and she seemed to be a bit wide.

The question came out naturally, and Chuchi was a little embarrassed. He quickly waved his hand: "I'm sorry, sorry, but you are busy."

But Lu Jiaheng didn't seem to feel anything wrong, calmly said: "I'm going back home, you can go back first, just aunt didn't call you home for dinner?"

Chuichi "ah" sounded a little uneasy, "Senior..."

Lu Jiaheng looked at her funny: "What are you doing?"

Chuchi licked his lips and said nothing.

Lu Jiaheng suddenly asked, "Did you tell my aunt to come to my house?"

Chuichi shook his head.

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows: "Oh, what do you say when you go back later, help the neighbor get the quilt?"

"I won't go back," Chuichi pursed his lips and looked at him with a frown. "I'm here waiting for you to come back, okay?"