Seeing his reaction, song Lingling wondered, "isn't it your stepfather?"

"My stepfather?" Yijun smiled, came over and played in front of song Lingling's forehead: "your brain hole is very big."

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Gerry is his stepfather. Yijun raised his lips: "the one who sent the clothes is not my stepfather. He is my father's driver."

"Yo..." Song Lingling exclaimed, "your father hired another driver. Are you not the young master of a rich family? Do you work to experience life?"

"Eating is also an experience of life." Yijun sat down on the sofa and opened the snack. It was a fried pigeon.

There are four in order. They are very fat. Their skin is fried golden. They have a big appetite at a glance. They want to eat!

Song Lingling swallowed her saliva while folding her skirt. It smells so delicious!

She once bought a very small raw pigeon in the market for 40 yuan. Jing Yijun has four pigeons of this size in this box. You can't buy one for 40 yuan, and it's still cooked.

A box of snacks costs hundreds of yuan, which is like a poor boy?

School people, is there any misunderstanding about the word "poor"?

"I'll eat two. You can eat the other two. It's delicious." Yijun road.

The smell comes from my aunt's cooking.

"Just finish what your father gave you." Song Lingling said.

"I usually prepare two for me. There are four tonight. Don't think the other two are for you." Yijun picked up a pigeon and slowly ate it against the back of the sofa. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Lingling: "it's really delicious. It's lucky to eat the dishes cooked by my aunt."

It was his great aunt who did it. Was that his great uncle just now?

Song Lingling sat down next to Yijun, looked at him and asked, "jingyijun, you told your family about my sharing with you?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Yi Jun turned his head and blinked his dark eyes. He looked at Song Lingling puzzled.

"I just rent with my classmates and don't have to tell my family. Even my uncle and aunt know. How can I feel... Living with my girlfriend?" Song Lingling blinked.

"You can feel that way." Yijun road.

“……”

"Song Lingling, what do you think of me?"

"Handsome!"

"Have you considered looking for a boyfriend like me?"

Song Lingling looked at Yijun very seriously: "no! Because I never wanted to find a boyfriend!"

"I thought about finding a girlfriend like you." Yijun looked directly into her eyes and his tone was very calm. He couldn't tell whether it was serious or a joke.

Hearing the speech, song Lingling was surprised and stopped wearing disposable gloves. She stiffly turned her neck and looked at Yijun: "won't you like me?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Yijun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her with a smile.

"Am I beautiful?" Song Lingling blinked.

"I choose a girlfriend. As long as I feel happy together, she doesn't need to be beautiful or smart. Most importantly, my parents like it."

"Aren't you Baoma man?" Such a man, send her also don't want, such a man, is not filial, is no opinion, is a coward, is useless.

Yi Jun swept her coolly: "eat pigeons."

Can he be Baoma man?

Does he look like Baoma man?

Although

His parents said that he had a fate with song Lingling. This fate was led by an iron box.

The iron box is such a magical thing. Its fate must be cherished.