My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

The first step to go home was to tidy up all the messy things I bought. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and Li Ziqian just wanted to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

Still the warmest in the house, Li Ziqian took off his down jacket and lifted his legs comfortably.

Because I bought some new things, I need to take care of the things in the refrigerator and organize the old inventory, and these new purchases today need to be placed under >

When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that the refrigerated part was almost filled with vegetables, while the frozen part contained a lot of frozen meat.

The refrigerator for two people is always like this, except that it is still in stock, basically it does not look like a refrigerator for a pair of young people.

It can only be seen from the other small refrigerator at home that the two of them are slightly pursuing enthusiasm, because all the drinks they usually like to drink are in it.

While cleaning out the refrigerator and putting new things in, Mo Nanbei said to Li Ziqian, "Is our refrigerator a little too hasty? I see on the Internet that other people's refrigerators are all fresh and good-looking. Yes, and why do we both look so strange?"

The piles are full, there is no order, and they are all the favorite things of housewives in the kitchen.

Li Ziqianqiao put down his legs on the coffee table. "Then we are called life-like people. At first glance, we look like people who often use the kitchen. This is called a real home."

Mo Nanbei glanced at Li Ziqian, who was leisurely behind him, dissatisfied. He couldn't hold back, and scolded, "Why don't you come over here and pack up together."

"Come here." At this time, the butt.

After packing the refrigerator, the two began to decorate the home, the main place being the living room.

Most of the decorations were not bought in supermarkets, but in small shops near the supermarket. Mo Nanbei brought back a lot of ribbons and colorful balloons, as well as all kinds of fancy dolls.

Because he didn't trust Li Ziqian's hands-on ability, Mo Nanbei asked Li Ziqian to support the bench, while he stood on the bench and was responsible for hanging these things.

Mainly behind the background wall of the TV, this place needs to be more colorful.

Li Ziqian looked at this clean and simple home, and Mo Nanbei showed it all kinds of colorful after a while, and couldn't help frowning, "Do you think it looks good for yourself?"

It's a bit like the New Year's Day party dress in high school. Li Ziqian wondered if Mo Nanbei's aesthetics was a little wrong, why sometimes it was normal, and sometimes it suddenly became so abnormal.

But saying such words is tantamount to scolding, Mo Nanbei lowered his head and glanced at Li Ziqian, "You shut up for me, if you don't help me, don't say these nasty words."

And Li Ziqian has become a little more slick now, he laughed twice and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet, it looks good, of course it looks good."

Mo Nanbei gave a soft 'chi', "It's good to know."

After finally dressing up, Mo Nanbei jumped off the stool, clapped his hands, grinned and looked up at his masterpiece, Mo Nanbei made a satisfied 'um~' and kept nodding. head.

Li Ziqian followed Mo Nanbei's line of sight, but no matter how he looked at it, he still felt that it was a little weird, with the messy ribbons, the weird little bear doll hanging on it, and the bright colors. Eye-catching balloons... well, still can't appreciate the beauty of it.

But Li Ziqian didn't dare to say it, after all, he didn't do any work.

Mo Nanbei squinted his mouth, as if he had finally discovered the imperfections of these decorations, and muttered: "Actually, these are for the New Year's Eve scene, and they won't stay for long, I guess it will be after tomorrow. It was demolished, you son of a bitch, I know what you're thinking."

Li Ziqian felt aggrieved and pouted, "I didn't say anything."

Then time passed very quickly as the two continued to lie down on the sofa, and it was ten o'clock in the evening in a blink of an eye.

Li Ziqian finally turned on his mobile phone and started a big takeaway business.

Mo Nanbei poked his head over and followed Li Ziqian to watch the food.

In order to avoid disagreement, Li Ziqian's method is to buy whatever he wants, and he hardly asks about Mo Nanbei's one.

Then, before Mo Nanbei could react, he saw that Li Ziqian had already ordered several items.

Mo Nanbei slapped Li Ziqian on the hand, "Why did you buy it without asking my opinion?"

Li Ziqian flipped his hair and said seriously, "Because I did it on purpose, I just didn't want to ask your opinion."

Can you bear this? Li Ziqian didn't take himself seriously at all, right? Mo Nanbei gritted his teeth and put his hand on Li Ziqian's shoulder to exert force, "What the **** are you talking about?"

Li Ziqian was hurt and itchy by Mo Nanbei. After laughing twice, he handed the phone to Mo Nanbei, "You can come and see, right? You can eat whatever you want, choose your own. Just fine."

Mo Nan curled up his lips, as if getting such an answer was not a relief. After glancing at Li Ziqian dully, he stared at the phone with peace of mind and began to look at it.

Unexpectedly, Mo Nanbei had a premeditated plan, Li Ziqian directly saw the dog woman placing a three-tier party cake on the phone.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you want to make the dessert yourself?" Li Ziqian asked.

"Whoever does it is stupid, I don't do it anyway."

"Why do you regret it?"

"Then I just want to go back, so I regret it. It's not like you haven't done such a thing!"

"But..." Li Ziqian suddenly stopped, but he didn't say anything after that.

"But what?"

Li Ziqian still compromised, "But the ones made outside are not as delicious as what you made, and the cakes are so simple. You can make many kinds of desserts, right?"

Li Ziqian, who doesn't like sweets very much, prefers Mo Nanbei's craftsmanship. He always feels that the taste in dessert shops outside is the same. Only Mo Nanbei's cooking skills will make Li Ziqian more acceptable. .

But in this case, he was reluctant to say such words, because he didn't want Mo Nanbei to secretly rejoice.

But when Mo Nanbei heard it, he heard it. Of course, he had to be happy.

She said "hehehe" a few times, her laughter exaggerated and a bit mean, and then she sighed deliberately, "Oh, if you like it, say it earlier, why do you always hide it, just say no earlier? Well." After that, he deliberately stretched out a finger and poked Li Ziqian's face.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Li Ziqian shook his head timidly.

By the time the takeaway arrived, the two had already moved from the living room to the gaming room.

The two of them sat on the chairs in front of the computers, their respective computers had been turned on, and some clutter had been removed from the desktop to try to make the space clean and tidy.

It's not because of anything else, because the two feel that it is the most attractive and interesting for them to spend a serious New Year's Eve together with games.

The two had already had a big fight before the takeaway came, and now the outside is coming one after another, so they have to arrange the takeaways on the table neatly.

Of course, the huge space freed up on the computer table is not for anything else, but to put the supper I bought for New Year's Eve today.

The so-called supper is also a takeaway. Of course, it must be based on happiness, and if you want to collide with the spark of happiness, then naturally those fried foods are indispensable, so fried chicken must be indispensable.

The two people ordered two types of fried chicken, one is the whole fried chicken from McDonald's, and the other is Korean fried chicken that can be dipped in two kinds of sauces.

Mo Nanbei prefers the smell of fried chicken nuggets mixed with rice cakes, while Li Ziqian prefers the feeling of tearing a chicken leg from a whole chicken.

Everyone has their own preferences, so it doesn't matter if they order what they like, which is why Li Ziqian didn't ask Mo Nanbei for takeout when ordering.

In addition to fried chicken, there are also taro pie fries and hamburgers. These are all taken along with fried food, and then there are a bunch of various skewers, which are bought at your favorite milk tea shop. Add iced fruit tea and fried rice noodles.

Regarding fried rice noodles, Li Ziqian wanted medium spicy, while Mo Nanbei wanted non-spicy.

Although it doesn't sound like there are many types, there are really two full tables, and both Li Ziqian and Mo Nanbei have enough space to play on the computer.

Xu Shi felt that a cup of fruit tea was not enough, so Li Ziqian took out a bottle of Pepsi from the small refrigerator and poured it into a glass filled with ice. Listening to the sound of bubbles rising and exploding seemed to be a happy thing.

Li Ziqian first drank half a cup with a gulp, and felt a spicy feeling in his throat, so he exclaimed, "It's cool!"

Mo Nanbei took a sip of the kumquat lemon in front of him, smashed his mouth happily, and looked at the food full of calorie explosions placed in front of him, full of satisfaction, couldn't help saying: "It's such a happy day. ."

There's nothing a night snack can't fix, if anything, two.

Late-night food always inspires an infinite sense of happiness, and the two of them now feel that the happiness is so overwhelming that they will reach the sky.

"I would like to do this kind of New Year's Eve event every year." Mo Nanbei, with a smile on his face, tore a fried chicken leg from the whole fried chicken, and turned to Li Ziqian.

"You're really talking nonsense. It's only once a year on New Year's Eve, and of course you can come once a year."

"But..." Mo Nanbei's mouth was so full that it became difficult to even speak, "But since New Year's Eve happiness is so easy to obtain, why do we have to go out? What about furnishing the living room with a lot of fanfare?"

"..." Li Ziqian was stunned for a moment, and began to wonder if Mo Nanbi was talking to himself, then raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to say that? Why do you have to dress up the living room, why do you have to be here? Isn't it all your attention to go to the supermarket in the cold weather?"

Obviously it is a problem that can be solved by ordering takeout, but it has to be so complicated, isn't it Mo Nanbei? ? ?

"Hehe." Mo Nanbei covered her mouth and smiled, "That can't be said, I've decorated the living room for certain purposes, for example, when you see beautiful things, you get the redemption of your eyes, isn't it? ?"

"It's okay if you don't say that, I really want to hammer you!"

"Don't say these frustrating words, I dressed up so well in the living room, you can try to take some pictures and send them to the circle of friends, and then tell your friends that you did it yourself, it is estimated that you will be envied by your friends. I envy you for having such good craftsmanship."

"Don't talk nonsense with me, if I really post this Moments, the person who stole my account will have to be laughed at by my peers for three years, you know?"

This made Mo Nanbei laugh. She smacked Li Ziqian on the shoulder and shouted with a smile, "Go away!"

Because the hands are not allowed to eat all the time, if you play some competitive games and the operation is a little more difficult, it will definitely affect the operation, and neither of you want to touch the keyboard before the hands are oily.

Therefore, under the guidance of Mo Nanbei, the two of them bought a simple puzzle game. Although it is explained that it is a puzzle, it is unclear whether it is a puzzle or a mentally retarded.

Regarding this game, the public's Chinese abbreviation is 'you draw me crooked', because I have seen it by chance when I brushed the video before, so Mo Nanbei wanted to try it for a long time.

In addition, this game can be connected online, so the two also want to know how good each other's drawing skills are.

The first is the process of grouping rooms. A room can hold up to 16 characters. After two people enter the same room, they eat kebabs while waiting for the game to start.

"Speaking of which, how is this game played? I still don't understand it? It's going to be played directly??" Li Ziqian didn't understand.

"Don't worry." Mo Nanbei didn't panic, still nibbling on the last bit of meat on the skewer, "You'll know when you go in, you don't even need a novice tutorial, if you don't know how to play, you can only It means that you may have a problem with your brain."

"..." Li Ziqian pursed his lips silently, not quite understanding what Mo Nanbei was thinking at this time.

After waiting for a few minutes, the game started. Just after entering the game, Li Ziqian was assigned a topic for Li Ziqian to draw.

Li Ziqian looked at the title of 'The Immortal Guiding the Way' on the screen and was a little confused.

Are there no novice levels for this? Shouldn't I draw a common noun in my life at the beginning? How can I express an idiom as soon as it comes up?

"How to draw this?" Li Ziqian frowned, trying to get some inspiration by looking at Mo Nanbei's screen.

Mo Nanbei saw that Li Ziqian's eyes were wrong, but he desperately covered his face and his screen, "No, you can't look at it, you will know what the subject of my painting is when you see it."

"Okay, I won't look at it." Li Ziqian covered his eyes, but he really didn't see what Mo Nanbei's title was.

Then I looked back at my question, and it seemed that I couldn't wait any longer. The problem still had to be solved by myself.

Li Ziqian finally grasped the mouse, and began to display his color on the white cloth displayed on the screen.

Because too much time was wasted, Li Ziqian drew the outline of a cloud directly and clearly, and then drew a little man with wings, beard and white flowers standing on the cloud, and in front of the cloud man, there was another a sign.

After painting all this, Li Ziqian immediately clicked submit, and at the same time, he was still thinking that he is very artistic, and he can describe the four-character idiom so clearly in such a simple painting. There should be no such thing. Can a fool guess it?

In addition to being complacent, the part that needs to be guessed comes. The masterpiece of the last "painter" needs Li Ziqian to guess.

Li Ziqian looked at the painting that was so abstract that it could no longer be abstract, and began to fall into contemplation.

I saw a lot of circular animations drawn in the lower part of the canvas, and on these countless circles stood a stickman. The stickman was so simple that he didn't even have a hand.

It doesn't have to be like this.

After Li Ziqian turned his head and glanced at Mo Nanbei's screen, he realized that the painting this guy was trying to guess was the masterpiece he just made.

But Mo Nanbei's peers also looked confused, scratched his head and started talking to himself: "Why is this magical girl standing on the cloud? Do the people on the ground also feel it because of this matter? Doubt?"

Mo Nanbei doesn't seem to know that these masterpieces are from the person next to him.

How could Li Ziqian's proud paintings be judged like this?

But in order to keep the good character of not leaking questions, Li Ziqian didn't want to tell Mo Nanbei the answer directly, or give clear hints.

"Then how can you be called a magical girl? It's not obvious..." Li Ziqian just held back the answer he was about to say.

"Obviously what?" Mo Nanbei turned to look at Li Ziqian curiously.

"...It's okay, what you think is what it is."

"Wait." Mo Nanbei squinted at the painting on the screen for a while, then said in surprise, "You didn't draw this painting, right?"

Li Ziqian immediately refused, "Of course not."

Mo Nanbei glanced at Li Ziqian disdainfully, and said solemnly, "Then talk about it, isn't this an obvious magical girl with big wings and a magic wand in her hand."

Li Ziqian clenched his fists, and was already scolding in his heart.

What kind of magic wand, it's obviously a crutch, right? ?

"Isn't it?" Mo Nanbei asked Li Ziqian again.

Li Ziqian coughed, "I don't know, you can see for yourself anyway."

Seeing that the countdown was coming to an end, Li Ziqian hurriedly filled in his answer casually. Since he really didn't understand it, he filled in 'Runtu Zhaxi'. It is guessed that the author who painted it may be that the painting is too abstract and hid the li in the melon field without seeing it.

Of course, it is strong enough to see that the stickman is standing on a melon field.