Confess That You Don't Accept It, I Change My Mind, Why Are You Crying?

She got up and glanced at Jiang Zhou, then got back under the covers shyly.

Seeing her expression, Jiang Zhou couldn't help laughing.

According to Ding Yue, Feng Siruo never had the habit of staying in bed.

In the dormitory, she was often the first to get up.

And the kind of chick who wakes up right away and never procrastinates.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhou had never seen Feng Siruo like this.

When this girl is sleeping in her arms, she will spend as much time in bed as she wants.

"The sun's on the butt."

"No……"

Jiang Zhou opened the curtain a crack: "Look, this is it."

Feng Siruo rubbed against his arms twice: "I...I'll just lie down for a while longer."

"Then you lie down and I'll make you breakfast."

"No."

Feng Siruo hugged his neck tightly, saying nothing to let him leave.

Jiang Zhou yawned and glanced at the clock on the opposite wall.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning.

Sleeping for a while won't delay anything, will it?

And Feng Siruo really needs to rest at this time.

So Jiang Zhou held her in his arms again and fell into a dream quietly.

Two hours later.

The sun is already brilliant.

Warm sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The water stains and smudges that were not cleaned yesterday were instantly revealed on the windows.

Jiang Zhou opened his eyes and couldn't help but smack his lips.

This Feng Yiyi is really not a job material.

He lightly let go of Feng Siruo.

Then I went downstairs quietly, went to the kitchen and started a fire, preparing to make breakfast.

Originally, there was no food in the refrigerator at home.

After all, it was the first time moving here, who would think about such a thing?

However, Huarun Haoting can provide villa butler service.

Just call and the ingredients will be delivered in 10 minutes.

This is the life of the rich.

Otherwise, why did Jiang Zhou spend almost 3000 million.

Soon, the little brother in charge of delivery came in with big bags and small bags.

He rang the doorbell, sent everything in, and said happy check-in.

Jiang Zhou politely gave a tip of [-], pretending to be a rich man.

Then prepare to show your hands and show off the astonishing culinary skills inherited from the old Yuan's family.

But he soon discovered a fatal problem.

The ingredients are there.

Edible oil, salt, light soy sauce, and dark soy sauce are all absent.

Jiang Zhou called again to ask.

As a result, the butler said that food delivery service could be provided, but there was no way to buy these.

Da da da--

At this moment, Feng Siruo, who was wearing pajamas, went downstairs.

Her little face was a little flustered, and her lips were a little pale.

It wasn't until seeing Jiang Zhou in the kitchen that his expression softened a little.

She was sleeping comfortably.

Suddenly he realized that the arm holding him was gone.

So he quickly opened his eyes and found that his feeling was not an illusion.

At that moment, Feng Siruo was full of uneasiness.

That's probably how girls are at this time.

Some worry about gains and losses, 083 is afraid of being left behind by the one he likes.

Because she has given everything she can.

"Wake up?"

"Ah."

Jiang Zhou put down the shovel: "Without seasoning and cooking oil, I can't make breakfast."

Feng Siruo nodded, stepped on the floor with bare feet, and whispered: "It's okay."

"Why did you come down with bare feet?"

"I... I thought you were gone."

"Oh, so you didn't wear any shoes and ran downstairs to find me?"

Feng Siruo blushed pretty, then nodded.

Jiang Zhou walked over and pinched her cheek: "Let's go, I'll drive you to the hotel to have breakfast with my parents."

"a bit tired……"

"Just get used to it."

Feng Siruo bit his lip and looked at him angrily: "Oh."

So, the two of them washed up and changed into coats.

Then I drove to the East Second Ring Road.

Feng Siruo had some mobility problems, and even his walking steps were much smaller.

Ms. Yuan Youqin could tell something was wrong at a glance.

So under questioning, Feng Siruo had no choice but to say that he sprained his ankle.

Yuan Youqin asked her when she got sprained.

Feng Siruo faltered and said it was sprained last night.

Yuan Youqin asked her what she did last night.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhou interjected.

"We played disco in bed last night."

[ps: For Feng Siruo, please have a full subscription and automatic subscription, please! 】.

Chapter 293 Cabbage Will Be Grown by Pigs in the End

Bundi... what is it?

For an old couple in their 40s.

This unfamiliar vocabulary is a bit difficult to understand.

But when it comes to the word "bounce", is it normal to sprain your feet?

Yuan Youqin glanced at Jiang Zhou, a little angry: "Can't you be more honest at night?"

Jiang Zhou opened his mouth: "I... I'm an honest group, but it's Feng Siruo who keeps screaming."

"Nonsense, Si Ruo is so obedient, how could it be like what you said?"

"All right, all right, I'm talking nonsense, I don't talk."

When the mother and son were bickering, Feng Siruo blushed and lowered his head.

She couldn't help but think of the scene of last night again in her mind.

Then I felt my cheeks get hot.

So he stretched out two small hands and rubbed his cheeks gently.

As a result, after rubbing it back and forth, I accidentally made a "boo~" sound.

He even blew out a spit bubble.

"..."

The box was quiet for a few seconds.

Feng Siruo looked up in a panic, and found that Jiang's father, Jiang's mother, and Jiang Zhou were all looking at her.

Especially Yuan Youqin, with a doting smile.

She originally thought that Feng Yatou's personality was dull, maybe she was unhappy or had something on her mind.

But it looks like she's still pretty lively.

Maybe it's just a little self-consciousness, so I usually don't talk.

You see how happy she is by herself.

But Jiang's father and Jiang's mother didn't find anything unusual.