Male God Please Lie Down

"I remember it!"

Ni Qingming looked at him again, with a smug in the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, come back and let you open the door!"

Fang Wenhao closed the door, and the two walked towards the elevator.

We went to the supermarket together, bought some things, and returned home together.

Ni Qingming quickly pressed on it, and soon the door was opened.

"Wonderful!"

Fang Wenhao felt that his IQ was being challenged.

"You are watching TV outside, I'll go in and cook, and I'll be able to eat soon!"

Ni Qingming said, and went in.

Fang Wenhao sat on the sofa, watching the news.

Listening to the beautiful sound coming from the kitchen.

The piercing oil burst, every single one is very beautiful...

This kind of voice is probably the voice of home.

Fang Wenhao didn't even know what the TV was talking about, he just kept looking at the inside of the kitchen.

Ni Qingming's cooking looks a bit more beautiful than usual.

"All right!"

Ni Qingming walked out carrying two bowls of noodles on a tray.

"So fast!!"

In fact, Fang Wenhao has been paying attention to what she does in the kitchen all the time.

Watching her come out now, I was afraid that he would notice his strangeness, his face changed, and then he looked at Qingming and laughed silly.

"what are you laughing at?"

Fang Wenhao asked her suspiciously.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Qingming put the tray on the table.

"I just looked at you and kept looking at the kitchen."

"Yes, I'm hungry!"

Fang Wenhao sat down and stretched out his hand to hold the chopsticks.

The bowl of seafood noodles in front of me is steaming and full of seafood, but I can smell bursts of aroma inside.

Fang Wenhao took a sip of soup before eating noodles.

"delicious."

While eating the noodles, Fang Wenhao did not forget to praise her.

"That's natural."

Ni Qingming raised her eyebrows, is she the God of Cooking?

"Then will you cook every day from now on?"

Fang Wenhao asked again.

"dream!"

Ni Qingming refused with a single sentence, "That's it, I'll include food and housing, and I have to do it myself."

"I don't know how to make it, and eating is a takeaway."

Fang Wenhao said, lowered his head, and continued to eat.

"This is not a reason."

Ni Qingming ignored him.

"You don't want to eat these, after a big deal, I will go shopping, I will wash the dishes or something, okay?"

After Fang Wenhao ate this bowl of noodles heartily, he looked at Qing Ming excitedly.

"Ok!"

Listening to his attachments, Qing Ming also nodded.

"That's great!"

Fang Wenhao drank his last sip of soup contentedly.

Tomorrow he will buy these ingredients and eat seafood noodles for a month, which is simply wonderful.

At night, Qingming cleaned up his things and was ready to go out.

"Are you going out tonight?"

Fang Wenhao asked again.

"Well, I'm going out for half a business."

As Ni Qingming said, he opened the door and went out.

Fang Wenhao stood and sat down again.

I really want to keep up!

"Ding Ding Ding—"

At this time, his phone rang again.

Fang Wenhao answered the call, which was from Sang Tianyu.

"Shall we go to live with you at night?"

"inconvenient!"

Fang Wenhao didn't even think about it, so he refused.

"Why is it inconvenient, it was okay yesterday?"