chasing wife crematorium

Chapter 38 Responsible 【Catching Insects】

The [-] o'clock TV series was not watched, and they were fed a mouthful of dog food. The two of them felt very complicated.

What was even more chilling was that after eating the dog food, dinner for the two of them hadn't been settled yet.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so it doesn't matter if you come home late.

Su Lan asked, "Arrange a meal together?"

Feng Qingzhou groaned and said, "If you don't want to have dinner with the teacher in charge, you can go back to your own home."

This man is careful when he disagrees with him.

Su Lan put Feng Qingzhou's hand in her pocket, and coaxed the narrow-minded director: "How could you not want to, I used to be a good boy when I was in school, the head teacher often came to eat with me, very happy. "

Feng Qingzhou cast a sideways glance at her, not believing it at all: "You are so obedient, I am afraid that the head teacher is mad at you every day, so you come to complain, right?"

Feeling sorry for Su Lan's homeroom teacher for a second.

The same is the end of the world.

Su Lan smiled, but didn't speak.

After dinner on Friday night, the streets are full of people coming and going, eating, shopping, and walking. Even in the cold winter, they can't stop the enthusiasm of the hard-to-liberate people.

She let out a breath, and the warmth quickly turned into a wisp of white smoke, disappearing into the night.

Too cold for something to eat.

"Do you want to eat that?" Su Lang pointed to an old man's cart by the side of the road. There were piles of sweet potatoes of different sizes on the big black stove, which looked like clay dolls.

Feng Qingzhou imagined the scene and shook his head.

Sweet potatoes are indeed delicious, warm and sweet, but they are difficult to handle and affect the image.Think about it, peel off the sweet potato skin, move your mouth forward, half your face is covered with sticky sweet potato pulp, and it's too embarrassing to be on the street again.

Although not necessarily someone noticed himself.

Su Lang looked at her, ran over thoughtfully, and bought a big sweet potato.Before Feng Qingzhou could call her, she ran to the grocery store next to her.

The weather was too cold, and Feng Qingzhou's fingertips, which were still warm just now, cooled down quickly as soon as they got out of the pocket.

Among the bustle and bustle, the yellowed lights dutifully sprinkled on the crowd, casting various shadows.Everyone has their own goals, just come and go according to the goals, but she can only stand here all the time, occupying a place at a loss.

It's so cold, let's go home next time, she thought after a moment of bewilderment.

Suddenly, a series of trotting footsteps were heard.

Da da da.

The black and white silent picture was suddenly broken into fragments and forgotten in the wind, maroon lit up the rest of the dim colors, and in a blink of an eye it was the bustling city again.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Su Lan took the cold fingers of Feng Qingzhou into her pocket again with ease, and stuffed a bag into her other hand.

The bag is warm, passing its warmth along the fingers.

The alternation of hot and cold is not pleasant, Feng Qingzhou shuddered and came back to his senses: "No... what is this?"

"Chestnuts, stir-fried chestnuts. I saw that there was another one over there, so I bought it along the way." Su Lang leaned against the light boat, making sure that the other party's hands would not fall out of his pockets, while tearing open the black skin of sweet potatoes.

Sweet potato is a miracle food. After removing the ugly skin, it is a fiery warm core.

Feng Qingzhou felt in a trance that she was also lying in Su Lan's hands, and those superficial skins were peeled off bit by bit during getting along, leaving only the tender heart.

Those inexplicable entanglements before were meaningless, but this person was her meaning.

"Here, try it."

Seeing that she hadn't spoken or urged, Su Lang scooped up a spoonful of sweet potatoes and brought them to her mouth.Because she was afraid of losing the sweet potato, Su Lang's eyes kept staring at the sweet potato, so those eyes were full of warm yellow light, dispelling the darkness of winter night like sunshine.

It turned out that the other party went to the store just now to get a spoon...

Feng Qingzhou's heart warmed slightly, following Su Lang's action, he held the other's hand and ate the sweet potato.

The warm and sweet taste slid down the esophagus, making the stomach feel better.

"It's sweet," she said.

I don't know if I'm talking about sweet potatoes or what.

Su Lang smiled: "Really? I'll try it too..." Before she could do anything, Feng Qingzhou hung the bag of chestnuts on her wrist, scooped out a piece of sweet potato with a spoon, and handed it to her mouth.

Su Lan thought, isn't this the spoon that Qingzhou just used?

She opened her mouth to remind: "Your... well." Feng Qingzhou had already fed the sweet potatoes straight in.

Su Lang could only hold the sweet potato and the spoon in his mouth and chew.

Feng Qingzhou asked: "Is it sweet?"

When she asked a question, her eyes were full of rippling soft waves.The green grass is lush, the spring breeze is blowing, the sound of the nearby waves is bursting, and the slightly sweet sea breeze guides the direction.Lift your feet from the soft sand, stop and look at the end of the stretching coastline...

found his own shadow.

Su Lan's heart skipped a beat, her ears turned red.

She replied in a timid tone, "... sweet."

I also don't know if I'm talking about sweet potatoes or something else.

Feng Qingzhou smiled softly, his eyes were bright, as if they were filled with stars, illuminating the night sky with twinkling.

It turns out that as long as she takes the initiative, will Su Lan also feel flustered and flustered?

This discovery surprised her.

Once, Feng Qingzhou hated those so-called experiences and experiences.Although it is because of long-term emotional work, I have learned a lot of ability to judge and figure out other people's thoughts, but I can see too clearly.

Gray is originally an ambiguous color, and black and white are the only two colors left, which seems too transparent.There's nothing wrong with being able to see clearly, but she just finds it complicated. How can she want to touch it if she pursues simplicity?

Su Xiaolan is so stupid that she can't even paint a sleek color like gray, which makes her happy.

Therefore, she really likes the purity and sincerity of this person.

But it's not without its drawbacks...

The scenes of getting along before were really impressive, and Feng Qingzhou sighed silently in his heart.

When this steel pipe is opened, her old aunt will be stained with rust, and she will become a rusty retired kitchen utensil that has been left for too long.

If the mountain does not come, I will come, and I will come to the mountain.

It's just how to do this... She is very vengeful and wants revenge. Who told Su Lan to go straight after flirting?When she is grumpy?

Gentle, non-existent.

She laughed more harmlessly.

Su Lang stared blankly at the woman in front of her. She didn't know what was wrong with her today, but she actually felt a little charming?

Feng Qingzhou picked up the spoon again and continued to eat the sweet potatoes, because the mouth was too hot, he rolled his tongue and let out a breath of white air from time to time, just like the wisp of cooking smoke that Su Lan saw when he went to the countryside to visit relatives in the old days.

The warm affection was swaying leisurely.

Unexpectedly... She didn't dislike the spoon she used at all.

Su Lan's heart moved, and she didn't dare to look directly at Feng Qingzhou.

As for the reason, she didn't know.

She thought that she must have eaten too much dog food today, which made her so strange.

But it seems... this is not bad.

so?

What is this like?

Su Lan's mind became more and more chaotic, and it became a mess of porridge, and it was difficult to distinguish the taste.

And Feng Qingzhou didn't intend to stop.

"Su Lan."

She spoke again, blinking her eyes with a sly look: "That day, I messed up your hair, and I said I would be responsible."

It is hard to refuse to give Su Lan the possibility of avoidance and confusion.

Su Lang was confused by this series of changes, and acted as a shadow puppet who swayed with the wind: "Uh, is that the original words of that day? Isn't it to make up for the loss of spirit?"

Feng Qingzhou opened his mouth and came: "Almost, anyway, I am responsible."

Why is this word so strange?

Su Lang was confused: "Then what are you going to do? You don't need to wash it for me, I'll do it myself. Besides, it's been several days, already..."

"Yes, several days have passed, no wonder it got worse, it's all my fault."

"……what?"

What is the other party talking about?

Feng Qingzhou looked distressed: "I heard that there are a lot of fleas and bacteria on cats. You can't wash every place by yourself. Let me do it."

Su Lang kept asking questions: "Huh? It's been a few days, these fleas and bacteria should also..."

Feng Qingzhou is very serious and serious: "It will be latent! Last time, a friend of mine said that the scalp damage was caused by not cleaning it properly, and no amount of maintenance would work."

Su Lan: "..."

No, could it be that she is too ignorant, fleas can still bite the scalp?

And, lurking?How to lurk?

Can fleas still fight guerrilla warfare, hide in the hair when washing the hair, and jump around alive and harm the hair when the hair is dry?

But Feng Qingzhou thought for her so much, she could only doubt her common sense and biology, and said dryly: "Yes, is it?"

There was deep condemnation in Feng Qingzhou's eyes: "Did you say that you would come to my house as a guest?"

Su Lang stammered: "Okay, it seems that there is such a thing..."

Feng Qingzhou brought up the old things again: "Did you say that you would come to show off your cooking skills when you were a guest last time, and be an upside-down cook?"

"Well, it seems that there is such a thing..."

The wind and light boat lightly dropped the last blockbuster: "Are you saying that you want to be Wang Zai's father, and you still want to see it?"

Su Lang's face was bewildered, wishing to bite off her nonsense tongue.

"Big, I probably said..."

Feng Qingzhou was aggrieved, and sighed: "I understand, so those words were just polite words from subordinates to their superiors, and they were all jokes, right? I'm being self-indulgent, I'm sorry."

What is this unfolding?

Su Lang was dumbfounded, and waved her hands: "Ah, no, no, I said it seriously..."

The heart-broken boss was dubious: "It's okay, I won't deduct your salary, fake is fake, I'll just treat you as flattering again."

The sad boss swallowed the last spoonful of sweet potato with a very sad expression.

Su Lan, who was completely passive, was in despair: "I didn't!"

Is she the one who cares about salary that much?Is she a sycophant to her boss?

Absolutely not!

Feng Qingzhou smiled sullenly, secretly thought that Su Lang was too cute, then took the bag of chestnuts from her wrist, and fed most of the bag of chestnuts into Su Lang's mouth, but she didn't eat a few of them herself.

Su Lan originally planned to peel it by herself, but Feng Qingzhou's hands were too skillful. When she peeled several pieces, she already peeled off the rest, and then fed her with a smile.

While wrestling with the chestnut shell, Su Lang recalled what happened just now, and inadvertently ate all the chestnuts that the other party fed.

Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar are delicious, she smacked her lips, reminiscing about the sweet but not greasy taste.

In the end, I was so busy eating, I still couldn't figure out what happened, so I could only follow my boss home.

Su Lan didn't expect until she went to Feng Qingzhou's house that her beloved boss would treat her like a customer one day.

Make her helpless.

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The author has something to say:

Based on real life... Every winter, I actually like to eat sweet potatoes.

But, really, the feeling of being covered in a face is still the kind of bright yellow sticking to the mouth and cheeks, imagine]

Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar are also really delicious_(:3J∠)_It would be great if someone peeled it for me [No, except my mother, whisper]