Chapter 333

"But..."

Xu Tian hesitated.

Zhou Xiaoxiao deliberately face: "is not to let the husband and you said, you do?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no With that, he quickly walked to the bathroom.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoxiao was relieved.

Since she was injured, she almost never took a bath again, so that even she was a little disgusted with herself. She was so smelly that she didn't know how Zhai Yao put up with it and even dared to sleep with her!

Isn't that man a cleanliness addict?

Amazing!

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning comes into the room, Lu Jixiang is still sleeping. She is lying on the bed in a big shape, with her hands and feet lying on the man's body.

Song Jincheng was used to it. He gently raised the girl's hands and feet and got out of bed.

Just then, the alarm clock on the bedside table suddenly rang.

The man turns off the alarm clock quickly, and glances at the bed subconsciously.

Lu Jixiang is still sleeping soundly, her long hair is scattered in a mess, and a few strands of hair are lying mischievously on her red lips.

He laughed, bent down and twisted the strands of his hair, staring at the two pink lips.

In a moment, he suddenly bowed his head and pressed the attractive softness without hesitation.

"Well..."

The girl in the dream, unconsciously hummed.

A smile in a man's eyes, just a simple kiss, immediately leave.

He looked down at the girl's sleeping face and said slowly, "lucky, it's time to get up!"

The girl didn't respond and was still asleep.

The man is not anxious, fingertips gently brush the girl's white face, along her curved eyebrows down, but suddenly pinched her small nose.

A few seconds later, the girl opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

In a rage, Lu Jixiang swung his little paw and scratched at the man.

Song Jincheng easily dodged, seized the little hand and laughed like the warm sun.

But what he said was not warm.

"Lucky, you're going to be late!"

When Lu Jixiang heard the speech, she immediately looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Ah

She screamed and jumped out of bed in a hurry, stumbling to find clothes to change.

However, she was clumsy because she had only one hand to move freely.

Song Jincheng sat by the bed, quietly watching the girl scurrying like a headless fly, waiting for him to see enough before Shi Shiran's voice: "lucky, you don't have class today!"

In a word, the success of the girl frozen in place.

A moment later, a pig like cry came from the bedroom - "Song Jincheng, I'll kill you!"

When eating breakfast, Lu Jixiang is very upset. She bites the small cage bag in her hand, but her eyes are always staring at the man across the table. Her fierce eyes are like a wolf cub.

Song Jincheng was at a loss. He ate breakfast and looked at today's morning paper.

When Aunt Zhou was serving porridge for them, she said with a smile, "lucky, I got up so early today!"

Lu Jixiang heard the speech and snorted heavily.

She said: "it's not because some heartless men have to get up early to go to work, and they don't allow others to sleep in. It's just... It's just that state officials are allowed to set fire and people are not allowed to light lights!"

Hearing that, song Jincheng could not help looking up at her from the newspaper.

Seeing this, Lu Jixiang immediately grabbed it and refused to let it go.

"Look, what are you looking at? I'm talking about you!" She stares at the man with a small mouth.

Song Jincheng did not change his face. He replied, "idioms are well used!"

"You

Lu Jixiang is furious.

Aunt Zhou quickly made it through.

"Jixiang, come on, try this porridge. It's my first time to make petal porridge!"

"Petal porridge?"

Lu Jixiang was immediately distracted by the success. She looked down at the hot porridge in her bowl and found that the porridge was indeed mixed with some fragmentary petals, making the air seem to have a faint smell of flowers.

She picked up the spoon and couldn't wait to taste it.

"How's it going?" Aunt Zhou looked at her with expectant eyes.

Lu Jixiang smashed his mouth a few times, frowned, and suddenly laughed again.

"It's not bad, but the taste is light. If you don't taste it carefully, it's almost tasteless!"

Aunt Zhou Shukou, said: "you like it!"

Lu Jixiang nodded happily, opened his mouth and put two spoonfuls into his mouth. He said vaguely, "well, why do you want to make or make petal porridge?"

Aunt Zhou smelled the speech, looked at the man on the other side of the eye, and replied: "it's good for girls to eat some of these occasionally, which can make them look beautiful!"

Lu Jixiang gives aunt Zhou a thumbs up.

"Aunt Zhou, you know so much!"

Aunt Zhou shook her head and said humbly, "thank you, Mr. Song!"

Lu Jixiang stares at him, not knowing why.

Aunt Zhou continued to answer: "usually, when Mr. Song is at home, he will tell me some cooking skills in his spare time. For example, this flower porridge is what Mr. Song taught me!"

"Cut"

Lu Jixiang disdains and looks at Song Jincheng.

The man smiles and calmly accepts the girl's eyes.

Lu Jixiang wrinkled his nose and said: "no wonder you have such good skin as a big man. It turns out that you often eat petals!"

“……”

"Professor Song, if you lose your job in the future, I suggest you open a porridge shop to ensure a prosperous business!"

Song Jincheng put down the newspaper in his hand, and his voice was very weak: "I can also write papers for others, and charge according to the number of words, so business should be prosperous!"

Lu Jixiang was stunned.

But soon, she pretended to be vicious and said, "I warn you, we are willing to write this paper. I didn't force you. You don't want to threaten me with this. It's useless to send you two words."

"Did I threaten you?"

Song Jincheng very indifferent said, while picking up the spoon, slowly bowed his head and tasted the petal porridge.

Lu Jixiang made a face at him and continued to eat breakfast.

Here, after tasting two mouthfuls of porridge, song Jincheng looks at Aunt Zhou.

He has a clear face and a gentle voice: "well done, but the heat should be warmer. It will taste better!"

Aunt Zhou heard the speech and quickly nodded: "yes, I remember. I will pay attention next time."

Song Jincheng didn't say any more. He looked at the girl who was eating. His eyes were as gentle as water.