When I was sleeping until dawn, when Xiao Zheng went downstairs, Lin Huayin was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Wearing a loose pajamas, he leaned against the kitchen door and smiled at the e-cigarette. "Get up so early? Why don't you sleep for a while."
Lin Huayin is carefully looking at the millet porridge. Looking back at Xiao Zheng, he said: "Would you like to add preserved eggs and shredded pork?"
"Still drink porridge." Xiao Zheng gave his opinion.
"Yeah." Lin Huayin nodded lightly and said. "Go wash your face. You can eat it right away."
"No hurry." Xiao Zheng grabbed a fritter from the plate and ate two, slowly said. "This is not a weekend. Anyway, I don't have to go to work anyway."
"I still have something to deal with." Lin painted a spoonful of porridge, carefully blown and handed Xiao Zheng. "Taste it thoroughly."
Where did Xiao Zheng enjoy this treatment? At the moment, regardless of whether the millet porridge is hot, open the blood bowl and swallow it, and swear, "There is still a shortcoming of the heat. It will take another five minutes."
"Okay." Lin painted the wooden spoon and took out the bread in the oven. Send the prepared breakfast to the restaurant.
Xiao Zheng is like a thick-skin plaster, closely following Lin Lin's voice: "When you go to work, you have to deal with it. Why waste valuable holidays? I also plan to go out for dinner and watch movies."
According to the past temperament of Lin Zhuyin, this matter must not be discussed. But the two have been together for a long time and have experienced more things. After all, Lin Huayin is not a hard-hearted heart, and occasionally he will follow Xiao Yi’s intentions one or two times. Say casually: "What movie?"
"A family kung fu movie. Tells the story of a generation of masters who walked between family and social responsibility. I heard that word of mouth is not bad, and the film's handling is not the bombing of Hollywood. The importance of family is revealed in Wen Tuan. Xiao Zheng smiled.
I don't know if it was touched by Xiao Zheng's words of warmth and affection, or she did not intend to refuse Xiao Zheng. Put down the tableware: "Yes. Just go shopping and buy some clothes for you. It’s hot, your clothes are no longer fit."
"Not fit!?" Xiao Zheng looked terrified. "What do you mean?"
Lin painted back to the casserole, while concentrating on mixing the soft rice porridge, said a light tone: "How long have you lost weight?"
"It didn't take long." Xiao Zheng left and looked forward, pinching his still firm waist, and then patted the man, the most deadly part of the stomach. "I don't have a beer belly either."
Lin Zhuyin squinted Xiao Zheng: "Is every man inexplicably confident in his body shape?"
"I am not inexplicable, I am confident with confidence." Xiao Zheng raised his arm and revealed his biceps. "If you have a famine, it's enough to eat this muscle for a week."
Lin painted the sound of the eyebrows across a subtle nausea. But my heart was slightly moved. A man who can cut meat for a woman to eat, and where can it be bad?
"I bought you a set of 180 jackets before, obviously not fit." Lin Huayin did not want to discuss this boring topic with him, said. "I will go to the mall to buy a few sets of 185."
"Oh, the height is not enough, the meat is coming together. It’s sad."
It does not blame Ah Zhengge for not being aware of himself. In fact, he is the standard of his height of 180. A little more healthy, wearing 190 is a common thing. In the past few years, his life was too much to suppress the darkness, and with the heavy workload, the weight naturally did not go. In the past two years, the work schedule has stabilized, and the rest of the diet has become normal. A slight increase in weight is completely understandable. However, he also lost his good play at the end of the year. Otherwise, how can he let him eat the sea for two years before he starts to rebound? Resting on a normal person, it will be a blessing to estimate it in three months and six months.
Xiao Zhengsheng, who originally had two bowls of porridge, three fritters, and two sugar-fried omelettes, halved the breakfast share. While feeling self-pity, he said: "It seems to strengthen physical training. It’s so degraded, no. At thirty, you have to be fat into a pig."
Lin Huayin never thought that Xiao Zheng would care so much about his body shape. In fact, his current weight is relatively healthy. Although the body was very tough before, it always seemed thin. Especially wearing clothes, it looks like no power.
"The body is a bit fleshy. It looks more comfortable." Lin Huayin sighed Xiao Zheng for his difficulty.
"Don't comfort me." Xiao Zheng complained. "A good woman is not a hundred, a good man is only one hundred and three. This is the truth that can stand the test of time. You can even judge that I am getting fat by the naked eye. It is estimated that it will break through one hundred and four."
Lin Huayin sees him as stubbornly, and he is not wasting his mouth at the moment. After simply eating breakfast, I packed up the dishes and went upstairs to change clothes.
Yanjing at the end of April, the temperature has been straight and high, although not so hot to wear short sleeves, but the lowest temperature is also 20 degrees, and the black silk is full of the season.
Xiao Zheng casually put on a thin sweater, put on a khaki pants, a pair of casual shoes, the overall looks quite fashionable. Of course, this set is all Lin Linyin to help him buy. Otherwise, with the aesthetics of A Zheng Ge, he can only dress himself as a big city into the city.
I smoked two e-cigarettes in the living room and waited patiently for the Linyin to change clothes and makeup. The reason why Azheng is so patient, it is not that he can understand women for a short time, but for an hour or so. It’s the longest time for Lin’s painting to dress up, and it takes a quarter of an hour. Therefore, in this respect, Xiao Zheng is completely free of the burden and pressure of other men.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, the footsteps of Lin Zhuyin went downstairs.
When I first saw Xiao Zheng’s eyes, it’s not the beautiful face of Lin’s painting, but the casual dress that is more casual than Xiao Zheng.
The refreshing pony tail is tied to the back of the brain. The upper body is a loose and white plate-like white shirt. It complements her white face like a jade, and strictly controls the temperament of her original Queen. The slender neck is embellished with a delicate but absolutely inexpensive silver pendant. In fact, the jewellery in the Linyin Dressing Cabinet is less than six digits. It is generally maintained at seven figures and even breaks through the eight-digit number of the sky.
The lower body is a slightly cautious light blue jeans, which makes her straight legs with a meter of feet straightforward. The flat-bottomed leather shoes with a pair of casual styles are refreshing in the lower plate. The overall style is casual without losing taste. It’s eye-catching.
When Xiao Zheng saw the Linyin downstairs, he touched his chin and looked at it carefully: "Lao Lin. I really didn't expect that you are a woman who runs all three. There is still a little princess in my heart."