After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

The day after tomorrow, Qiao Ying went to Chang Jiao's room to find him.

"Fu Guqing told me that you are going to move after we return to city A, and before that you have to invite some friends to have dinner in your apartment."

Chang Jiao nodded obediently, with a look of anticipation in his eyes, which seemed to become brighter, "Brother, you must remember to come, I will pick you up in the afternoon, okay?"

Every time he treats Qiao Ying with something he wants, he always likes to use the three words "good or bad", and his tone is softened, like a spoiled child.Otherwise, they just lowered their eyes, looking aggrieved as if they were going to cry or not.

Qiao Ying, who was easily loosened by his trick, always didn't know what to say.

Qiao Ying nodded, "Okay, you can pick it up if you want." He paused for a moment, then remembered an important thing, "Are there many people going?"

Qiao Ying doesn't like to be noisy. If it's a family party with many strangers, he might hesitate, and he doesn't want to go in the end.

Chang Jiao has always known what kind of temperament he is, and naturally knows his habits. He smiled and thanked his eyes, and replied obediently: "Not many, except for my brother and Fu Guqing, they are my younger brothers and sisters, not many. Damn, my brother likes to be quiet, so why would I choose to be noisy."

Qiao Ying didn't pay attention to what he said behind, and focused on what he said before, looking a little surprised, "Brothers and sisters?"

Chang Jiao nodded and explained: "The nominal cousins ​​are all quiet and well-behaved juniors, brother, don't worry."

Qiao Ying suddenly nodded, "Okay."

The smile in Chang Jiao's eyes deepened, "Whatever brother wants to eat, I will make it for him."

He selectively ignored the light bulbs that he personally called, and only focused on Qiao Ying.

Qiao Ying said "Oh", "Is there a vegetable market near your place? It's still delivered by someone."

Just as Chang Jiao wanted to say that it was delivered by a special person, he suddenly thought of something, with a pair of beautiful fox eyes bent, "There is a big vegetable market nearby, and I can cook whatever my brother likes to eat. Why don't we go to the vegetable market together?"

Qiao Ying thought for a while and replied, "Okay."

The crew was going back to City A, and during the last two days of their stay here, Director Zhou gave the crew a vacation, which was regarded as compensation for the high-intensity filming for so long, allowing them to play to their heart's content, and they had to rest assured when they returned to City A. Keep working honestly.

Chang Jiao's eyes suddenly lit up, he pinched his palms so as not to look too excited, he gasped for two seconds, and returned to his original smiling appearance.

"Brother is the best, I listen to my brother in everything."

"That's right." Qiao Ying turned around, "How old are your younger brothers and sisters?"

Chang Jiao said: "The oldest will be full in a few months, and the youngest will not be long after she turns six."

Qiao Ying opened her eyes slightly, and said casually, "Is the age gap so big?" After he finished speaking, he asked again, "Well, do they like sweets? Cookies or cakes are also fine. But this comparison time consuming."

Chang Jiao didn't answer his question, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said uncertainly: "Brother asked this, is it for them to eat?"

Qiao Ying nodded, and Chang Jiao suddenly became concerned, her pupils were almost covered by her curved eyelashes, "Eating too much sugar is not good for your teeth, they are good children, and they usually don't like sweets."

Qiao Ying nodded, "That's it, then I won't do it."

Chang Jiao took two steps towards him, and in a coaxing tone, said softly, "Brother, they don't eat it, but there are others."

Just as Qiao Ying wanted to ask who it was, when she turned her head, she saw Chang Jiao's appearance, a bit shy as if embarrassed, but her eyes were shining brightly, and there was only one word "I" written inside.

Qiao Ying swallowed her original words, and asked without changing her face: "Are there any other disobedient children who want to eat?"

He deliberately stressed the pronunciation of the three words disobedient, which was not obvious. At first glance, it was just the normal volume of the voice of ordinary people.

Chang Jiao said: "They don't eat it, brother can make it for me, I won't have tooth decay."

Inexplicably, Qiao Ying wanted to laugh, and the corners of her lips curled upwards, which was only slightly different from the curve when she was not smiling.

"Then what flavor does this bad boy like to eat?"

"I like everything my brother makes, and there are more." Chang Jiao paused, with a little bit of grievance on his face, and he thought about it seriously like a child, "I'm not a bad boy, I'm obviously the best , I will do whatever my brother says."

Qiao Ying listened and didn't continue the topic.He glanced at the time and said, "Let's go, there are more people coming, don't we have to cook in advance?"

"Brother, shall we go to the vegetable market first, or do you want to go to my apartment first?"

"You probably don't have the ingredients to make desserts there. Go to the vegetable market first, and then go to the supermarket."

"Okay, listen to brother."

Qiao Ying greeted Wu Wenmei, and immediately took the keys, wallet and other belongings and left.

It is now afternoon, which is considered the laziest time in summer, even the sunlight is lazy and undisciplined, and the idle clouds are floating very slowly, skipping past the scorching sun.

Qiao Ying rolled up the car window, barely blocking the sunlight that fell from the gap between the building and the building.

"Brother, there is a piece of my clothes at the back. If the sun is too big, you can use it to cover it." Chang Jiao caught a glimpse of his movement from the corner of his eye and said distractedly.

Qiao Ying shook his head, lowered the seat a little, the sunlight was cut off, and he immediately left his sight.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the road conditions in front of the windshield, "Don't worry about me, there are a lot of people now, so drive hard."

Chang Jiao regained her distracted mind and concentrated on driving.

The vegetable market is a little south of a crossroad. It is on the left hand side when you enter the intersection. The small part is exposed, and the majority is hidden in the building. A red plastic shed is built on the top to shade the sun.At first glance, the inside was cleaned fairly cleanly, but the sound was always a little noisy.

Qiao Ying seldom comes to this kind of place. Now he doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers. Even if he did it in the past, it was delivered by a special person, so he rarely came to this kind of place.

He only came when he was a child to go shopping with his aunt in the orphanage.

Chang Jiao used to be a fryer in the kitchen, but now Qiao Ying is not sure anymore.

Chang Jiao unbuttoned his seat belt, and the black coarse cloth automatically stretched in. He turned his head and asked, "Brother, do you have anything you want to eat?"

Qiao Ying thought for a while, and reported the names of a few dishes, among which there were more sweet ones, and most of them were light dishes.

Chang Jiao nodded, indicating that he had written it down, and asked again: "Brother, will you go in with me?"

Qiao Ying said "hmm", returned the seat to the original angle, and lowered her head to unbuckle the seat belt.

He was looking up when something flashed in front of his eyes, it seemed to be an arm, and then his lower eyelid was touched lightly by someone's fingertips.

Chang Jiao spread his hands, and there was a long black eyelash on the fingertips.

He bent his lips, "My brother's eyelashes fell under his eyes."

What he said was so high-sounding that Qiao Ying just wanted to say nothing.

In fact, Chang Jiao just looked at the way his long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids when he lowered his head, and felt a little itchy in his heart. Like eyelashes become eyelids.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, the office workers are not at work, and the housewives have not yet come out to buy, so there are not many people in the vegetable market, there are only a few sparse people.

Qiao Ying almost forgot when was the last time she cooked, and followed Chang Jiao every step of the way, as if she were a ceramic doll who couldn't speak, and didn't even glance at her.

The smile on the corner of Chang Jiao's lips became brighter, and he whispered to him: "Brother, come closer to me, otherwise, when I turn around, what should I do if my brother is gone?"

This is full of nonsense, Qiao Ying is not a child, how could she not be here.What's more, there are not too many people now. With his height, he can sweep the crowd with a glance.

Thinking of this in her heart, Qiao Ying stayed closer to him to avoid being accidentally bumped into by strangers she didn't know.

When he left the vegetable market with his hands full, Chang Jiao was smiling happily from inside to outside.

Chang Jiao took the bag into the woven basket of the trunk and closed the lid of the trunk.

"Brother, let's go to the supermarket next. There happens to be a large chain supermarket nearby. If it's not enough, I remember that there is a department store building a little further away."

Qiao Ying glanced at him, "Don't be so exaggerated, just go to an ordinary supermarket, there are nothing special."

It was Chang Jiao's home court just now, and now it has become Qiao Ying's home court.

Qiao Ying picked out a large bag of flour and sugar, thought about it, and took two more. Chang Jiao's so-called good children don't eat sugar, there is no credibility at all, so Qiao Ying doesn't believe it.

"Brother, do you eat fruit?" Chang Jiao naturally snatched the things in his hands, "I think there are quite a variety of them over there, and they should be quite fresh."

"If you like to eat, buy it."

Chang Jiao switched the things in his left hand to carry them with only one hand, and walked towards the fruit area. He weighed all kinds of fruits, and both hands were full.

Qiao Ying offered to help him with some, but he refused.

"Brother, open the door for me, I can lift it myself."

Qiao Ying looked at him and said concisely: "Give me the right hand."

Chang Jiao also looked at him, silently moved everything on his hand to his left hand, then placed his free right hand on Qiao Ying's flattened palm, smiling brightly, "Give it to brother."

Qiao Ying: "..."

He was silent for a while, suddenly felt a headache, and repeated, "I'm talking about the things in my hand."

Chang Jiao opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Qiao Ying spoke before him with a little warning.

"Don't be coquettish."

Chang Jiao then swallowed the words in his mouth again, and shouted, "Brother..."

"Don't call me that, bring the thing on your right hand."

Chang Jiao was a little annoyed, and gave the lighter bag to Qiao Ying.

When the two walked to the car and put the bag in, the entire trunk was almost full.

Chang Jiao drove the man to the underground garage, got out of the car first, raised both hands full, and strode towards the elevator.

Qiao Ying felt helpless as she fell behind, staring at his hasty pace for a long while, then picked up all the remaining things in one hand, closed the trunk, and followed.

After the elevator went up a dozen floors, it finally stopped at Chang Jiao's apartment floor.

Chang Jiao stood at the door of the apartment, raised his chin, "Brother, I carry things in both hands, and the key is in my left trouser pocket."

The meaning is obvious, let Qiao Ying come to open the door.

Qiao Ying took a few steps forward, reached into his trouser pocket, took out a thin apartment key, inserted/inserted it into the lock, pushed the door open and walked in.

As far as the eye can see is a duplex apartment of more than 300 square meters. On the right hand side is a staircase with dark black handrails. The first floor is empty. It doesn’t look popular. There are only a lot of basic things. The dining room is separated from the living room. There are two places, separated by a deliberately blurred glass wall.

Qiao Ying was slightly taken aback.

Chang Jiao came in after him, and saw through his thoughts at a glance, "I don't usually live here, but I have some important things here, so I plan to move to City A completely."

Qiao Ying looked away and closed the door of the apartment behind him.

Chang Jiao said, "Just put things on the table outside the kitchen."

Qiao Ying looked into the kitchen with her head, and there was everything in it, including ovens, microwave ovens, and drawers.

Satisfied, he went to unpack the flour sacks.

"Brother, half of the kitchen is for you and half for me, can we use it together?" Chang Jiao dug out two aprons he used to use from the cabinet, took them out and asked, "Which one do you want, brother?"

Qiao Ying glanced at the black and white piece on his left hand, and was about to speak when he heard the doorbell ring.

Qiao Ying turned her head and glanced, "Is it your younger brother or sister?"

Chang Jiao nodded, tied another apron for herself, and was about to tie another apron for Qiao Ying by herself, "It should be, brother, open the door for me."

Qiao Ying patted the flour that accidentally got on her fingertips, and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a large bouquet of perfumed lilies suddenly came in, as well as the combined voices of children, both male and female, some immature and some more stable.

"Good afternoon brother, flowers for you."

The author has something to say: Changping children who will appear soon: My name is brother Qiao Qiao ovo.

Chang Jiao: Shut up, get out.

Qiao Ying: ...