Chapter 820： The president is a voice control! 34

Why don't you play cards according to the routine?

Touching the fluffy little head under his hand, Qiao Sirui thought to himself, and then raised his hand to wipe clean his other hand that was stained with oily cream, and the other hand was fierce. He rubbed Chu Ci's head, but did not speak any more, holding the bottle of juice, waiting for Liang Jiuzhou and the others to come and meet.

The little girl held the deep-fried cream cake to his eyes, blinked, "Senior, don't you eat it?"

"You eat it, I have never liked this kind of things." He has always disliked sweets, that is, his mother loves them, and occasionally eats a bite or two with him, but he doesn't actually have a cold.

He was still lazy, watching the little girl eat half of it in twos and threes. This was the way he was holding his cheeks and looking at Chu Ci. He raised his heroic brows again, "Eat slowly, I bought it for you, they A few of them don’t like this thing, but we have to have a party at night and save some stomachs for dinner."

How can you worry about this little girl when you practice such a small thing?

Qiao Sirui thought so, and straightened out her hair.

Chu Ci noticed that this man’s hair was slightly messy, as if it was blown by the wind, and the cuffs of his clothes were also pulled up by a small piece from his actions. Probably he saw how they were sold just now. Move her away so you can buy it to tease her.

Chu Ci was biting on the deep-fried cream cake that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

When half of the bag was eaten, and there were about three or four yuan left in the bag, Chu Ci stopped, tied the grease-paper bag, and took a satisfied sip of juice.

Qiao Sirui looked lightly from the side at the beginning, and then a subtle suspicion appeared on the slightly heroic face, and the look in the little girl's eyes became a little subtle.

First of all, don’t you worry about eating so much in one go, just say that this kind of sweet and greasy thing, eating so much in one go, is it really not greasy? And drink sweet drinks after eating?

Qiao Sirui said that he couldn't understand the feeling of controlling sweets.

Liang Jiuzhou and another boy partner, compared with Chu Ci and Qiao Sirui's side, their progress there is inevitably a lot slower. After a while, Chu Ci couldn't help but pick up the pieces that were just aside. Throwing small stones into the artificial lake, trying to restore the image of his failure before.

Qiao Sirui sat next to Chu Ci and raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes. In the end, he couldn't hold back anymore. He got up and sat closer with Chu Ci, and directly raised his hand to pinch Chu Ci's hand.

The slow voice rang in Chu Ci's ears, and he got closer. The slightly publicized young master's breath on his body was even stronger, and his tone was a bit teasing, "You are training how to throw into the artificial lake. Is it a bomb? Why is it so stupid?"

"You are stupid." Chu Ci struggled flexibly with his wrist a few times, resisting dissatisfaction.

Qiao Sirui didn't have much intention for this kind of dialogue similar to the quarrel of elementary school students. He didn't say anything. He just used some strength to squeeze Chu Ci's wrist, "It's good to be the chief acoustician, I will teach you."

I said she was stupid, but now I want to teach her?

The little girl bulged her cheeks and said not only that there were no doors but also windows.

Seeing Chu Ci didn't speak, his face was full of the expression "I am very angry, don't provoke me". Qiao Sirui only felt that the evil taste in his heart was greatly satisfied.