I'm the hostess, I'm awesome

Chapter 300 My Two-dimensional Boyfriend 2
While Gu Panxi was busy in the kitchen, Meng Ziyang was leisurely lying on the sofa watching a variety show while hugging a long pillow printed with an anime goddess he called his wife.

When Gu Panxi came out of the kitchen with the dishes, she saw such a scene. In contrast, she was like a nanny, and her heart immediately became unbalanced.

"Please, it's time to eat, so you should help me anyway!"

"Oh - here it comes."

Meng Ziyang got up slowly, carefully settled his "wife" on the sofa with a pillow, and then stepped on his slippers and walked to Gu Panxi's side.

"What shall I do?"

Gu Panxi rolled his eyes weakly, someone who looked like a mentally handicapped child was really 28 years old.

Probably because of staying at home and not basking in the sun for many years, his skin is surprisingly fair, even whiter than that of a girl like her.

"Serve the dishes, scoop the rice, take the chopsticks, go!"

Gu Panxi simply sat down and let her cook. Could it be that he still wanted her to put all the food in his hands.

"This braised eggplant is a little bland, and it would be perfect if there was more salt. And this tomato and egg soup is too salty..."

He obviously ate the best food, yet he was so picky.

Gu Panxi slapped the chopsticks heavily on the bowl, folded his arms around his chest, stared at Meng Ziyang without squinting, and slightly parted his pink lips: "If you have the ability, come here!"

Meng Ziyang suddenly stopped chewing, his cheeks on both sides were bulging, and he blinked, "But I haven't cooked..."

A 28-year-old adult man is now looking at himself like a little puppy, aggrieved. How can people not be moved?

Gu Panxi held her forehead and sighed: "I really don't know how you survived!"

"When I was at home, my mother could cook. I ordered takeaway or went out to eat when there was no one else, but I still cooked noodles or something. I cooked brown sugar water for you last time. Now it's not you Well."

Meng Ziyang's true independent life began when he moved here, because at home he was always talked about finding a girlfriend and getting married.His ears got tired of hearing it, so he simply moved it out.

It's been two months since he came here. This former blind date, current neighbor, and current fake girlfriend cooks for him almost as many times as he orders takeout.

Meng Ziyang didn't know, but his casual sentence disturbed Gu Panxi's heart.

"Then what am I to you!"

Meng Ziyang grinned, "Girlfriend!" Then he continued to add: "Although it is fake."

The first sentence was very touching, but the latter sentence directly made Gu Panxi blush.

Also, what is she looking forward to.

Seeing that her complexion was not good, Meng Ziyang asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"

"Angry? Me?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Gu Panxi's lips, "What do I have to be angry about!"

Meng Ziyang curled his lips, obviously angry, but insisted on duplicity, as expected, two-dimensional is better, three-dimensional women are too scary.

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"Okay, I'm full. Could you please help me wash the dishes again? I'm going to catch up on the manuscript."

After eating, Meng Ziyang stretched, and then felt full of energy as if he had replenished some energy.

"Hey, you really put me in your nanny! When I was hugging your wife on the sofa and watching TV dramas, why didn't I think of rushing the manuscript, and I remembered it when I was washing the dishes. You don't want to wash the dishes Just say it, there is no need to make excuses!"

Meng Ziyang was stunned, he didn't know whether he was frightened or shocked.

After a long time, Mencius Yang explained weakly: "I was hungry and I had no energy..."

"Do you have strength now?"

"Well, because I'm full."

"Then you go wash the dishes. It won't take much time. Oh, make me a cup of tea before you go wash the dishes. I'm a little thirsty."

She doesn't like the job of washing dishes, it can be said that she hates it.

Hey……

"Well, I don't have any tea at home."

"Didn't you ask me to buy it for you? It's in the bag and you can find it yourself."

"Oh."

Meng Ziyang stood aside obediently like a wronged little daughter-in-law, watching Gu Panxi sit on the sofa and embrace his "wife".

Gu Panxi ravaged the long pillow in his hand, and found that it felt surprisingly good.

Meng Ziyang stretched out his hand feebly, but hesitated to speak.His wife, my beloved wife is suffering.

But now he didn't even have the courage to resist, so he could only hide his face and turn around to leave.

"The tea you want."

Meng Ziyang put the brewed tea on the coffee table, and seeing his wife in Gu Panxi's arms, he couldn't help but say, "Be gentle with her."

she?
Gu Panxi's eyes shifted from the phone to the pillow in her arms. It was just a nearly human-shaped pillow with an anime girl pattern printed on it.

Seeing his heartbroken, Gu Panxi couldn't help squeezing two pillows in his arms.

"It feels very good, you can give me a link, maybe I want to buy one sometime."

"Don't pinch her face, it's all wrinkled."

"Don't worry, if it's broken, I'll give you a new one!"

I don't know why he loves such a pillow. There are many handicrafts of his wives on the locker to the left of the TV wall. If you just pick one out, it is probably worth more than this pillow.

"No! This is a limited edition on the official website, and it's out of print!"

"Out of print?"

No wonder he is such a baby.

"As long as there are pictures, a certain treasure can handle it!" There are no genuine copies, but there are also pirated copies.

"It's different. The feel and quality are definitely different. I can't accept it."

"If you continue to talk nonsense, maybe I will really break it if I don't like it."

"Got it, I'm going to wash the dishes!"

Before leaving, Meng Ziyang glanced at the pillow in Gu Panxi's arms reluctantly, and also gouged out Gu Panxi's eyes resentfully.

Hmm... I really don't know if this kind of virtual character is better than a real person, why so many people are obsessed with it.

At least it has a warm handle when held in a real person's arms. Apart from being a little softer, this one seems to have no other advantages.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Gu Panxi wondered if it was time to go home.

Meng Ziyang packed up the kitchen and came out, probably because he was unhappy about what happened just now, so he was all grimacing.

"I'm going to my studio to continue working, you can do whatever you want."

Mencius Yang's studio is in this two-bedroom house, and a room was specially vacated as his studio.

His works are all done by himself, so his efficiency is limited. An Ying also asked him why he didn't find an assistant before, and he said that he didn't want others to destroy his works.

There is no achievement of an artist, but the temper of an artist.

"The supermarket invoice is also in the bag, remember to transfer the money to me when the time comes!"

When he gets busy, he forgets everything, even eating.

Meng Ziyang worked until midnight again. When he stood up from the chair, he felt that his whole body was sore and his back hurt.

Being thirsty, he walked to the water dispenser in the living room and got a glass of water.Suddenly I remembered what Gu Panxi said about transferring money, so I went to find the invoice and transferred the amount to her via WeChat.

As if he remembered something, he sent another message.

After doing this, Meng Ziyang twisted his sore arms and neck, and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)