How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Lu Jiaheng and Lin Yujing were particularly uncomfortable.

This non-compliance started from the memo.

The two of them are half a catty person. Lu Jiaheng was skinny when he was a child, but he was white and beautiful, and he was more beautiful when he was young. .

In short, it also has a non-stick pan face.

Perhaps the attributes of similar people are mutually exclusive. Lin Yujing and Lu Jiaheng often treat each other badly. They are committed to letting each other thrive on the street all the year round.

Although in the end, Cheng Yi often gave them back.

Everyone was a bear child. When they were older, they wouldn’t be so childish, but the Liangzi formed when they were young, that is, the Liangzi of a lifetime. Yu Jing left the imperial capital for six or seven years, and it didn't feel too much to meet again.

There are indeed many people today. In addition to Lin Yujing, there are two or three girls. Chuchi sits next to Lu Jiaheng, listening to their fart and gossip, and quietly dropping their heads to eat.

She is indeed hungry, and has only chewed an apple since the afternoon.

She ordered a bowl of rice and devotes herself to eating. The wind on the table was completely unnoticed, and she was stuffed in her rice.

There are squirrel mandarin fish sweet and sour strips braised chestnut chicken.

The chef's skill at Cheng Yijia Hotel is excellent, especially this squirrel mandarin fish. The fried mandarin fish is topped with sauce. The crispy sauce on the outside is sweet and sour.

The people at a table didn't know at first, and she was embarrassed to take the initiative. At the beginning, she waited patiently for the dish to be slowly turned over by others, and then she took advantage of it to stay in front of her At that time, a little time, and then continue to wait.

Later, I don't know when to start, Chuichi found the plate of squirrel mandarin fish stopped in front of himself.

The turntable stopped motionlessly, and the whole table ate the dishes that were stopped in front of him, and none of them turned the table.

Chuichi happily ate fish for a while, waiting for someone to turn the table so that she could sandwich a piece of hairy crab fried rice cake opposite.

She waited for a long time, but still no one moved, the first bite bite the tip of her chopsticks, no trace, silently chopped two rice.

Still nobody moved.

At first I was so distressed.

Why do people only eat the dish in front of them? Everyone together?

She put down her chopsticks and thought about it. She pulled her hand from the table and poked Lu Jiaheng's arm quietly under the table.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"

Hakuchi made his way to his side and lowered his voice: "Why didn't they turn the table."

Lu Jiaheng froze for a moment, and raised the corner of his lips: "I don't know, maybe they don't have any dishes they want to eat."

Cheng Yi sat next to Lu Jiaheng and heard a low-pitched smile: "Yeah, I don't know why."

Lu Jiaheng ignored him, put down the chopsticks, and stretched out his arms while pressing his fingertips on the glass turntable of the turntable, leaning his head toward her: "Don't want to eat squirrel mandarin fish?"

"Want to eat that, hair crab rice cake." Chuichi grabbed his arm with one hand and whispered past to bite his ear.

Lu Jiaheng paused, slowly turning the turntable glass turntable, turning the fried crab cakes in front of her.

She leaned slightly, her hands gently on his arm, and her head leaned over to talk to him.

Everyone at the table seemed to have glanced here and there, Chuichi didn't pay attention to others, licked his lips, grabbed chopsticks again, and caught a piece of rice cake in the bowl.

Naturally curious.

Most of the people at the dinner table are usually closer to Lu Jiaheng. He has never seen him take the initiative to bring his sister over, and he can’t wait to take care of it.

Seeing that the little girl likes to eat squirrel mandarin fish, who turned the table when she caught the fish, cold eyes swiftly glanced past, making it completely untouched.

How can there be such a person? Zhou Youwang reincarnated, is King Shangyu possessed?

For a time, the table was surging, and his eyes flitted from all directions, but only three people were unaffected. Lin Yujing swayed and drank juice and tea. At first, he ate and ate food to fill his stomach. Her turntable, from time to time, asked her what she ate, and took her time to turn the table.

So His Royal Highness, the WeChat group that encountered love and did not understand love from before to now exploded again-

Lying trough, what's going on, Your Highness has become a royal turntable.

Changed your taste?

Can this group name be changed?

Don’t, I’m gambled for three days.

Three your mother three, have you seen him do this before?

My mother was so scared that I quickly sold all of my stocks, and felt that the stock would go bankrupt tomorrow.

The old **** Cheng Yi was laughing, hey, an expression that I knew everything but I said nothing.

There were not many people in this group, and many of them were not in the group. There was a woman who did not know who brought it, and looked at Chu Garden with a smile: "Is this Lu Shaoxin's girlfriend?"

Her voice was actually not loud, but for a moment, the box was quiet.

Lin Yujing raised his chin with one hand, meaning he hooked the corner of his lips unclearly.

Lu Jiaheng's peach blossoms rose slightly, glancing lightly at the past.

Only at the beginning of the party, she did not pay attention to what others were talking about, plus the name Lu Shao was completely strange to her and was ruled out by the sensitive words related to her.

She was like a hard-working little hamster, burying her head in the bowl of rice, eating and eating, eating and eating.

Quirky silence lasted for a while, and at first Hachiri realized that the scene was a bit too quiet. As soon as he looked up, everyone on the table was watching her.

As if waiting for her answer.

At first, Shuichi looked at a loss: "Ah? It's delicious."

"..."

In the silence, Lin Yu burst into silence with a laughter. She bent her eyes and turned her head, and gave her a serious look for the first time.

Lu Jiaheng laughed lowly.

He raised his hand to pick up the glass bar with mango juice, poured another glass for her, and his voice was soft: "Then eat more."

So the encounter of your prince, love, don’t understand, love has exploded from before to now.

Lying trough, this **** is really fake.

How to change the name of WeChat group? I did not find it for a long time.

Sorry, I was just arbitrarily. I will bet five days this time.

Fifth, your mother is afraid that your face will be swollen.

Seeing this, the broth and wisteria also have the charm of broth and wisteria. What to do, this little puzzle is a little cute and heart-wrenching.

You are afraid that the dog legs will be discounted by the prince into three sticks.

Chuchi slowly stuffed the fish into his mouth, and looked around with big eyes, feeling that the atmosphere was not right, and then put down his chopsticks, quietly poking Lu Jiaheng's arm, and whispered: "What they just said ?"

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes, his head close to the past: "Saying the delicious squirrel mandarin fish made by Cheng Yi's family."

Chuichi glanced at him suspiciously.

There was a smile on his lips, there was nothing wrong with it.

She nodded, and uttered: "It's quite delicious."

Lu Jiaheng slapped one arm behind the back of her chair lazily: "Then let them order another dish."

Hatsuri picked up the chopsticks again, poked the rice left in a small half of the bowl, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but say: "Why does the person sitting on the opposite side always look at you."

Lu Jiaheng raised an eyebrow: "Which?"

Churi lowered his head without looking up, and whispered, "That's the one across from me, is she your ex-girlfriend."

From the moment they came in, Chuichi raised his eyes a few times, and could see the sight of the woman, either looking at her or Lu Jiaheng next to her.

The look was really uncomfortable.

Chuichi has made up more than one hundred episodes of love drama series.

Lu Jiaheng didn't lift his eyes, looking at her sideways, a little helpless: "Where have I got so many ex-girlfriends."

"You just have it, everyone likes it," Chuichi said dumbly.

Lu Jiaheng said nothing.

Chuichi had no courage to look up at his expression.

His silence was a bit of a default. Some sudden fire burst into the air for no reason. The chair swooped back, stood up, frowned, and whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom."

The little girl slumped her head out of the door, a little listless.

If there are specific ears, her ears are already drooping down.

There are toilets in the private rooms, and I didn't notice the first garden. The whole corridor went through before I saw the toilets.

She walked slowly into the bathroom and walked to the innermost sink to wash her hands.

The sink is an inductive faucet. At first, the gardener's hands were wet, and squeezed with hand sanitizer to rub out the foam. After playing for a while, she didn't put her hand under the inductive faucet again, and waited for the water.

After a while, the faucet didn't respond.

Blinking his eyes at the first moment, his hand covered with foam swayed beneath it. After shaking for a long time, he tried all angles and there was no water.

Hakuchi leaned over and looked at the infrared sensor with his head tilted.

She looked for a long time and saw nothing, her hands were throbbing underneath, her white hands skipping lightly between her hand and the faucet.

The hand was white and thin, with long fingers and a little length of nails. It was neatly trimmed and beautiful, with a thin layer of nail polish.

The slightly cool water poured out with her movements.

Hatsumi slightly froze for a moment, then turned to look at her.

Lin Yujing held the washstand with one hand, slightly looking at her with her head sideways.

At first, he thanked Xie, flushed the foam from his hands, and pulled a piece of paper from the mirror.

Lin Yujing still stood there looking at her.

Hakuchi finished wiping his hands, and threw tissues into the trash.

Lin Yujing still stood there looking at her, motionless.

Chuchi cleared her throat and thought her eyes were a little scary.

Like that kind of X-ray, there was a strange feeling of being pierced at the glance.

She already knows that this person is Lu Jiaheng's hair, and it seems that the relationship is very good. If the role placed in the novel is the kind of relationship between the green and the bamboo.

The two men looked at each other for a while in the women's toilet. The scene was a bit weird. At the beginning of the garden, he wanted to speak, and another person came in.

It was the one who had always been in sight with Hatsuji.

Hatsuki felt that the women's toilet was really lively.

In such a cold day, the woman was still wearing thin socks that were almost fleshy, the skirt was very short, and there were furs of unknown animals on it, and there were several black shirts with open collars, revealing white tender **** and career lines.

Hatsuri frowned as she looked at the soft animal hair in her skirt.

The woman walked in, stood at the pool next to Hatsuji, turned the red from her small handbag, and painted it slowly.

Halfway through, she just saw her, and her delicate eyebrows raised in surprise: "Yeah, this is not Lu Shao's new girlfriend."

Lin Yujing wondered when he entered the compartment inside. At this time, there were only Chuji and her. Her voice was a little sharp, and her tone was very uncomfortable.

What you say sounds no problem, but it makes you feel more uncomfortable.

Hatsumi looked away from her skirt: "I'm not his girlfriend."

The woman smiled with her lips pursed, meaningful and a little sorry: "Oh, sorry, I thought it was a new girlfriend, I didn't expect it to be that way."

She was wearing lipstick and looked at her from the mirror: "How about Lu Shao's aspect, should it be great? And it seems to be very generous."

"What?" For a dozen seconds at first, it reacted slowly to what she was talking about. She glared at her incredulously: "No! We have nothing to do with it! Nor is that kind, kind--"

The woman glanced at her lightly and gave a short sneer: "Sister, what shame, this kind of thing is normal, you just get used to it."

Hatsui couldn't say anything at all, his white face rose red, and he was ashamed and angry: "We are not that kind of relationship!"

Lu Jiaheng's dim sum is absent.

As soon as Chuichi left, everyone on the table boiled. Everyone finally didn't have to stretch, and began to use all kinds of gossip. He waited for a while, and Chuchi didn't come back.

Lu Jiaheng was about to go out and the WeChat prompt on the phone rang.

From Lin Yujing, it is a speech.

Lu Jiaheng didn't really want to hear it, and felt that Lin Yujing would give him a voice, which is simply an anecdote of the world. After all, the last conversation between the two of them was "I hope you die".

He just wanted to put the phone back, and another message came.

Lin Yujing: Someone is bullying your sister at the female toilet at the end of the corridor at twelve o'clock.

Lu Jiaheng's dark eyes sank, opened the small bubble, and put it in his ear to listen.

It was the woman who was sharp and a little mean and scornful, and laughed: "How about Lu Shao's aspect, should it be very powerful? And it seems to have a generous shot."

"What are you shy about? This kind of thing is also something that both parties enjoy and have money to take. I understand it, and I won't talk nonsense."

The girl and the girl were so ashamed that they were almost crying. “I don’t have it! We are not like that! How are you! How can you—”

Lu Jiaheng stood up violently.

He couldn't hear it anymore. The fingers squeezed tightly on his phone and the joints were pale. He kicked the chair off and turned away.