"Are you there?" He asked, "glutinous rice is thinner. You don't blame me, do you?"
He quickly hit a sentence: "thin good, it's too fat."
"There you are
"Well!" He sent a word, but his heart was full of galloping horses.
He thought that it was Friday and that she should be in the police force at that time and asked, "have you eaten yet?"
Hu Hu sent a smirk: "why do you always ask me if I've eaten?"
"I care about you, idiot!" These words have just been typed in the input field and deleted by Kangxi.
He changed the sentence: "I'm afraid that if you are hungry, glutinous rice will suffer."
He said with a smile, "I've eaten it! I can't treat your sweetheart! Did you eat it? "
He glared at the screen and muttered: you are my darling! idiot.
"Eating!" In fact, he didn't touch the food on the table.
"Oh, take your time. I won't disturb you."
Kangxi just feel chest tightness, quickly back: "eat almost!"
But there was no movement. He wanted to turn the table.
After five minutes, Hu Hu went online again: "by the way, I want to tell you something."
"Say it
"When will you be back?"
This line of words, let Kangxi can't help grinning, mouth almost to the ear.
Is this... Missing him?
Geng Bumei saw that he was so retarded that he wanted to go over and have a look at what he said.
Kangxi immediately dodged to one side, as if he was in the way, hiding in the side of the Bush, squatting in a force holding a cell phone giggle.
He was still wearing costumes, makeup also did not unload, a pair of ancient HunJun hiding in the grass to play crickets that visual sense.
"It's going to be two weeks. What's the matter?"
"I want to invite you to dinner," he said
Kangxi's fingers are shaking. Is that a date?
"You invited me to eat so many meals, it's time for me to invite you back. It's reciprocity. You won't refuse."
Refuse what, he was happy to fly to heaven: "OK, no problem!"
Hu Hu immediately returned a smiling face.
He was not content to add a: "what do you do after dinner?"
"Ha?"
Kangxi's face stinks again. How much time can it take to have a meal? It can't be so cheap for her.
"There's nothing to help digestion after meals... Exercise?" After the hair, he laughs very ambiguous, water waves in the eyes of the flow, is completely lustful HunJun image.
He talked too attentively, didn't find Geng Bumei secretly stood behind him, saw this sentence, he directly laughed spray, the corner of the mouth abscess suddenly burst, sped out a blood.
"Ouch, Hello!" He cried out in pain.
Kangxi mercilessly white his one eye: "deserve it!"
Geng Bu Mei pressed the wound with a tissue and couldn't stop laughing, hoping to roll on the ground.
"You... You... This is absolutely desire dissatisfaction!"
Kangxi's face was as red as a ripe persimmon. He turned his head and ignored him.
In the chat bar, he replied, "I don't go out very much. You can do it by yourself." He's been given the initiative.
Kangxi looked up at the sky, so dull, when in the end can understand his mind.
Forget it. You can't be too anxious for her. You have to take your time.
Think of their identity, eating can also find a place to hide, other outdoor activities to avoid the ears and eyes may not be easy.
"No, just go home. I'll make you some tea." She didn't make tea for her for such a long time. She didn't know if she wanted to miss it.
"Recently, I bought Dahongpao. I tried it myself, and I didn't feel good at all."
He laughs: "Dahongpao needs a purple clay pot!"
"Is it?" Fufudui tea still stays in the hot water stage.
"I'll have someone send you a purple clay pot. You can play by yourself. I'll make a better one for you when I come back."
"No, I'll buy it myself."
"Don't mention it. For the sake of glutinous rice, it should be."
Hu Hu sends a sweating expression without words.
That's the reason again!
**
After a few days, she received the purple clay teapot from Ji Xiaonan. She didn't know much about it. She just thought it was lovely, round and big. Its color was red but not arrogant. It was warm and delicate. It seemed simple, but there was a green bamboo painted on the teapot, which made it special.
She thought of a poem about the purple clay pot she saw recently: playing with the contented pot day by day, the green tea is fragrant, the Han is comfortable, the weak water is not my drink, and the gentleman sips the stone ladle dew.
It's elegant!
She turned around and enjoyed it on another side.
On the delicate sand pot, there are two vigorous characters - Kangxi.
The leaping dragon and snake like font stunned him. The purple clay pot is a unique work of art in China. It is a clay handicraft integrating poetry, sculpture, painting and handmade. This Kangxi emperor should refer to the Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty.
She laughed, played for a while, and wanted to have a try.
When the purple clay pot was new, there was no obvious light on its surface. It needed boiling water to wash the surface and let it absorb water before the color became bright. She took it near the sink, rinsed it with boiling water, and then turned over to wash the bottom of the pot.
At the bottom of the pot, there is a portrait of the half body, which is in the style of cartoon.
The portrait is a man. Through delicate brushwork, the picture is simple, but full of tension. His face is exquisitely carved, and his eyes are full of irresistible temptation. His nose is strong, and his lips are hooked with sexy radians. The combined smile seems to be able to make the sun shine out from the clouds, but it is also very attractive, reaching out to one side of the picture with an inviting gesture.
That sultry look, will let a person have a kind of illusion that he is inviting himself, as if to say: "come on, roll the sheets together!"
The temptation is so strong that he suddenly shrinks his throat and swallows a few mouthfuls of saliva.
There are also some twinkling stars on the side, which is the kind of background commonly used for male cartoon owners.
She looked at it again and again, and suddenly there were black lines all over her head
This narcissistic and rampant composition
Who did she recognize at a glance?
Kangxi!
It's probably his peripheral products. He's really very competitive.
There is no sense of existence, no limit.