I really didn't fry cp with Dingliu [Transmigration Book]

He opened his eyes, pricked up his ears, and faint voices could be heard in the room.

First he said yes in a low voice, then he said a few more words about what? Finally, he said yes, and hung up.

Ming? Jiu, did you leave?Lin Yixi quickly backed up to the stairs, looked down at the height and looked towards the entrance——Ming Yijiu's shoes were nicely placed in front of the shoe cabinet.

People didn't let go of this cognition, which made Lin Yixi lose his mind for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the kitchen.

When it was time for lunch and dinner, Ming Jiu voluntarily went downstairs, but after the two meals, Ming Jiu didn't say a word.After dinner, Lin Yixi cut up some fruit, and Ming Yujiu took a look at the fruit before turning his head and going back to the room.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t cut so much. Lin Yixi sighed, sat down and started eating fruit.

The weather forecast was quite accurate. Yesterday it was said that it would rain. Today it started to rain. After dinner, the wind outside the window gradually became louder. Lin Yixi estimated that the rainstorm will come soon.

Ming Jiu looked at the phone for a while, then stuffed it back into his pocket.

12:30, logically speaking, Lin Yixi should be asleep.

Don't you know how to call yourself after cutting the fruit?Is the mouth a decoration?According to common sense, this belongs to the rejection of my confession, and I should be sad for a few days.

What's more, it's enough to get the answer after all the testing, so why?Why? Still depressed?

Can't you question your charm just because you were rejected for the first time?Even if the other party is a man?Or, is it because of being rejected and losing face?Ming Jiu rubbed his hair irritably.

The lights outside the house were still on. Ming Jiu stood by the stairs and could see the shining crystal lamp in the living room. Lin Yixi was sitting on the sofa, looking down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ming Jiu turned around, walked a few steps, and suddenly heard thunder.Thinking of those two buckets of peanuts, Lin Yixi said, will it rain in the next week?Ming Jiu quickly walked to the window and found that it was really raining heavily.

Lin Yixi wrapped his arms around his legs, put his chin on his knees, and stared at the TV.

Ming Jiu went downstairs, walked slowly to his side, and glanced at the screen: "How to scientifically... raise pigs?"

Lin Yixi didn't seem to hear, and hugged her legs even tighter.

Ming Jiu: "As thin as you are, no matter how tight you hug you, you won't turn into a pig."

Lin Yixi raised his head slightly, looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and quickly looked down again.Ming Jiu sighed and sat on the sofa.Lin Yixi tilted her head again, blinked her eyes and said nothing.Ming? Jiu rolled her eyes? She moved her butt a little farther away and hugged Lin Yixi tightly.

Lin Yixi's body gradually stopped shaking, Ming Jiu leaned over him, reached the glass bowl, sat up straight again, and ate one piece of fruit after another.

The next day, Ming Jiu woke up in the sound of chickens crowing, and it was not a Chinese chicken. The evidence was that these chickens were singing French songs.

How come there are so many chickens?Ming Jiu rolled over and tried to sit up, but accidentally bumped into something furry with her elbow.Chicken, chicken still in bed?Chicken is full of hair!He was so frightened that the carp straightened up, pushed the thing away, and got up.

Lin Yixi covered his head and groaned, "I? Damn, what are you doing?!"

After swearing, Lin Yixi woke up. He looked at Ming Jiu who was standing in front of the sofa, and then at the sofa under him. He remembered that it was raining last night, and Ming Jiu was always with him.

Ming Jiu frowned, wondering what he was thinking, but Lin Yixi could guess from his expression, it was probably not something pleasant.

Sure enough, Ming Jiu frowned for a long time, filled with righteous indignation: "Get up quickly! Find a chicken!"

Looking for chicken?No, a young man in his twenties, what kind of prostitutes are he recruiting?Even if you recruit, you can't be so obvious? Brazen, right?Drowsy?Lin Yixi was astonished, but unexpectedly? Inexplicably thought, sure enough? He is a straight man, who knows how to attract chickens instead of ducks even when he is fainted from sleep.

Finding that Lin Yixi not only didn't help, but also stared at himself, Ming Jiu became even angrier: "Look for it quickly, what are you doing? Stupid, even if it's yours, you have to give it to me? Hand it over!"

Prostitutes, prostitutes can't be kept at home, wait, chickens?Lin Yixi stared blankly at Ming Jiu, and her eyes fell on Ming Jiu's tight mouth.

Last time, Mingjiu had such a big reaction, or did he see the little cat with a mandarin duck face? I don’t know how the little cat is doing now?After thinking about it, Lin Yixi thought again, it turns out that Ming Jiu is not only afraid of cats, but all small animals with long hair?Tall, cool and cool hero, afraid of little animals?This... Isn't this too contrasting?

Imagining that Ming Jiu might stare at her black eyes and shrink into a ball in fright from the fluffy little chicken, the corners of Lin Yixi's mouth turned up higher and higher, and a dimple appeared on her left cheek.

"Still laughing? Are you still laughing?" Ming Jiu was furious, looking around, he finally realized that the TV was the culprit, "You say you, watch? What? No, I just watch? The Agricultural Channel."

Lin Yixi followed to watch? Past?, and found that the program being broadcast on TV was called "Little Chicken Raising Tips".

Lin Yixi deliberately explained that when it rained heavily, he put the agricultural channel on the TV for the sake of sound.But looking at Ming Jiu's childish face and the bristling hair on the top of his head, he couldn't help laughing before he could explain.

Smiling and laughing, Lin Yixi rubbed his cheeks, remembering that yesterday, the two had just started talking.He sighed, not knowing what to do next? Facing Ming Jiu.

Ming Jiu rolled his eyes and took out his phone.

Lin Yixi also heard the ringtone of the mobile phone. It was a foreign tune, melodious and melodious, and it didn't match Ming Jiu's usual aura.

Ming Jiu answered the phone, gave a hum, and gradually became weird.