Hot chicken roommate always flirts with me

After being sober for so long, when I woke up the next morning, my heart was so cold, I actually...dream, nocturnal.

I slept soundly all night and didn't even remember what dream I had.

I got up from the bed with my waist bowed, not knowing how to avoid Ji Lang's gaze, but when I sat up, I realized that I was thinking too much. The bed opposite was empty, and I didn't know when he would go out.

An inexplicable sense of loss.

With a red face, I helped my injured old waist to the toilet to change my pants. When I walked to the window, I saw that the sky outside was extremely blue, and the white clouds were like transparent jade embedded in it. I suddenly thought of a sentence: I was hit by youth. a little waist...

It's nine o'clock in the morning, and when I got out of the shower and was about to dry my underpants on the terrace, Ji Lang just came back, and he was carrying two bags of tofu nao and four big buns in his hand, "What a coincidence you woke up, I was afraid The food is cold."

He didn't feel that what happened last night was embarrassing at all.

He doesn't take it seriously, and I can't always hold it. After drying my underwear, I sit at the table and wait for Ji Lang to prepare the dishes for me.

"Do you like to drink salted tofu nao?" He took two large bowls, put the tofu nao in a plastic bag, and there were two packets of chili oil in the interlayer, tore them open and poured them all into the bowl, and stirred them , eyes full of bright red, looking at it makes people appetite.

"I like it," I said, swallowing. "Next time I get up early, I'll go buy it."

"Let me go. They close the stall at 08:30 for breakfast. I bought it at my classmate's house. I'm familiar with it." He said honestly.

"Oh." I was just talking anyway.

The two of them also ate so naturally, as if they had lived together for a long time. I don't know if other people who rent together can also get along like this.

If we didn't fight last night, we could call it a hit.

I found that no matter what Ji Lang ate, it would give me the feeling that he was grabbing it with his hands. The young man looks very energetic, handsome and handsome, and he looks like a primitive person when he eats. What's the situation?

I ate slowly, but not too slowly, the two of us finished eating together, Ji Lang wiped his mouth and lay down on the bed again.

I really want to discuss the housework with him, for example, I can’t let me clean up after every meal, but it’s such a coincidence that I didn’t buy the meal twice in a row, and I don’t have the confidence to ask for it. I accept my fate Cleaning up the leftovers on the table, he found that he had already thrown away the garbage from last night.

It's better to walk the puppy than to call it. In a certain situation, Ji Lang is worse than the puppy.

Ji Lang was lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, and I always felt that he was reporting my situation to Chen Haokong at this moment, and I couldn't do anything.

I also picked up my phone to read it, but I received a text message from Ji Lang at 01:30 last night.

The note I gave her was "Master", because I didn't know she was Ji Lang's mother before.

[Master: Is Hao Yu asleep?Did Ji Lang cause you trouble? If you have any problems, just tell your auntie, don't be wronged. 】

Knowing a son is better than a mother, Lang's mother knows her son's virtues, so the trouble must be added, if she knows more about Ji Lang, she will directly ask me where I am hurt, mocking me like Ruan Xuehai, or sending me off like Chen Haokong. Here comes the medicine box.

【Thank you, auntie, for your concern. Ji Lang and I get along very well. I just saw the text message. I'm sorry to make you worry. 】

"Ji Lang, your mother is sleeping a bit late." I exited the SMS page and told him.

Ji Lang sat up abruptly, and asked me vigilantly, "How do you know?"

"...she texted me at 01:30 last night to ask if you were bothering me."

"This woman..." Ji Lang had a look of resentment, "Remember to mute your phone at night in the future. She always sleeps so late, and she doesn't know what she is doing, so there is no need to answer her."

I didn't speak.

Ji Lang stammered and asked me again, "Well...you didn't tell my mother what happened to us last night, did you?"