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Later, Liu Qijun estimated the time and came back. The two were discussing the size and layout of Fang Yueyue's house. Liu Qijun was not sure how they were talking, and he didn't dare to ask. sentence.

Fang Yueyue settled the bill while she was in the toilet.Liu Qijun was still worried about her taking the car with a big belly, and insisted on sending her back.

"What are you giving me? I'll just take a taxi." Fang Yueyue pulled the man aside and stomped on him, "You brat, why don't you accompany Xiao Zheng to accompany me? What's on your mind!"

"Aren't I afraid that something will happen to you?" Liu Qijun asked in a low voice, "What are you two talking about?"

"Look at his expression, do I dare to talk?" Fang Yueyue glanced at him, seeing his bitter face, "Come on, don't be discouraged, I think he is still very good to you."

"Huh?" Liu Qijun's eyes lit up, "Where did you see it?"

"Who do you think I am? He bought clothes for me and promised to draw the design himself. Why don't you look at your face?" Fang Yueyue hated iron for steel, "What did you do to make me mad? Apologize, you know?" ? I lost my popularity and cried to death!"

"Hey, I know." Liu Qijun blinked, "I'm not willing to lose my popularity."

Fang Yueyue sighed, and said: "I think he has a cold face and a warm heart, and his thoughts are probably a little narrow, not as rough as you. You think too much about what you say and do, so don't talk nonsense."

Liu Qijun nodded repeatedly, listened to a few more words of instruction, and sent him to the car.

When returning to the mall, Zheng Yuming was choosing cups at IKEA.

Liu Qijun carried a basket and put all the other bags in it, and followed him to watch with him.

"What kind of cups should I buy?" Liu Qijun remembered that there were so many kinds of cups in his house. There was a whole cupboard in the cupboard neatly arranged with all kinds of cups. It is said that there is no shortage of cups.

"Tooth brushing cup." Zheng Yuming chose for a long time, but still chose an ordinary milky white ceramic cup.

Liu Qijun took an identical cup and put it in the basket.

Zheng Yuming stared at the two cups side by side in the basket, and looked up at him.

Liu Qijun pretended to be calm, and said, "A couple cup, it would be better to put it on the sink."

"I don't intend to live with you." Zheng Yuming refused to budge.

"Then I will go there occasionally." Liu Qijun whispered, "I can't use your cup, right? Of course I don't mind if I use it..."

"I mind." Zheng Yuming dropped this sentence, turned around and continued to pick, but did not take out the other cup.

Liu Qijun grinned, knowing that his anger had almost subsided, and hurriedly followed up happily. After that, no matter what Zheng Yuming chose, he would make up for it as it was, vowing to carry out the couple's offensive to the end.

When checking out, the cashier looked at the two of them, then looked at the supplies for two people in the basket, and asked routinely: "Separate checks or together?" However, the hands have already scanned the items together.

Zheng Yuming: "..."

Liu Qijun added: "Together we tie, we weave together."

This time he was clever, paid the money, and followed Zheng Yuming with two hands full of things.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Yuming really couldn't bear to see him, so he reached out and took some bags, and said, "Let's go."

The two put their things back into the car. Zheng Yuming was about to get in the car, but Liu Qijun held him back: "Why don't you go back after watching a movie?"

Zheng Yuming: "I'm not in the mood."

"Calm down." Liu Qijun begged for mercy, and shook his hand like a little daughter-in-law, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't be angry."

Zheng Yuming was shocked by his action, and finally locked the car, and the two went upstairs to watch a movie together.

The time is just right for a cartoon, and the two big men are particularly conspicuous among a group of families with children.

Liu Qijun was embarrassed, but went in with Zheng Yuming.

But the movie was good, with lots of relaxed and cute laughs, the theater was full of laughter, and the mood of the two of them was much better.Liu Qijun hooked his hand in the dark, played with his fingers for a while, and secretly wrote on his palm: sorry

Zheng Yuming's hands were itchy, his body trembled, and after a while, he held his hand behind his back. Although he didn't speak or look at him, Liu Qijun knew that today's matter was over.

When returning in the afternoon, Liu Qijun took the initiative to get into the driver's seat and drive, letting Zheng Yuming rest.The two returned home together, the room had been cleaned up by the part-time auntie, and the refrigerator was also filled.

Liu Qijun still remembered that he didn't even wash the dishes when he left in the morning. Looking at the clean and tidy home, he said with emotion: "It's really clean."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Yuming also added a word: "Auntie is a Virgo with a high degree of cleanliness, so I haven't changed it for so many years."

"..." Liu Qijun realized later, was Zheng Yuming telling him a joke?

The other party has gone to change clothes.

Liu Qijun went in with a bunch of bags and asked him, "Where do you put these?"

Just as Zheng Yuming changed his pants, he took out a pure white cotton T-shirt from the cabinet, and his white and thin waist was blocked.He opened the wardrobe door in the bedroom and pointed to one by one: "Put the shirt here, put the trousers here, put the belt here, put the sunglasses here, and put the shoes on the bottom."

Facing the oversized cloakroom, Liu Qijun silently shed three lines of tears in his heart. This clean and tidy cloakroom is almost comparable to a star.Coats, shirts, T-shirts, pajamas, trousers, jeans, slacks, leather shoes, sneakers, boots, casual shoes, scarves, hats, ties, cufflinks, watches, sunglasses...all have their own place, neatly organized It is neat and clean, and the colors are arranged from light to dark, so that space-saving colleagues will not appear messy.

Thinking back to the closet in his bedroom... Liu Qijun deeply felt that his mother did not scold her wrongly every time she washed the clothes, and that he was indeed a sloppy ghost.

Zheng Yuming signaled him not to remove the labels for the time being, and the two put the clothes away together. Zheng Yuming folded up the remaining boxes and bags and put them on the shoe cabinet in the entrance. Liu Qijun asked him, "What is this for?"

"Auntie may need it. She usually buys groceries and other clothes. If she occasionally needs to take out some clothes and books, these can also be used."

Liu Qijun remembered that his mother would also leave all kinds of packaging bags for emergencies, and suddenly felt that Zheng Yuming was very careful and frugal, and he was a meticulous and restrained person in the details of life.

It was still early, and the two sat on the sofa watching TV.

Zheng Yuming likes to watch official channels, science and education channels and record channels, and he watches them very seriously.Liu Qijun couldn't sit still, so he simply ran back and forth to the kitchen to bring him tea and water and cut fruits.

The famous foodie documentary "A Bite of China" is being played on TV, and Liu Qijun gets hungrier as he watches it: "So many delicious foods! I'm so hungry..."

He turned to look at Zheng Yuming: "Aren't you hungry after watching food documentaries?"

"It's okay." Zheng Yuming looked amused, "Are you so greedy?"

"Yeah, I can't take it anymore, I'll cook!" Liu Qijun stood up, "What do you eat? I'll make it for you."

"what will you do?"

"All kinds of home-cooked dishes!" Liu Qijun chuckled, "My mother said, this is the only advantage I have."

Zheng Yuming raised his chin: "Look at what's in the refrigerator and do whatever you want."

"Okay! Look at it!" Liu Qijun rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen in high spirits.

Zheng Yuming said hello: "The apron is hanging on the side of the refrigerator."

"Okay." Liu Qijun took it out and took a look. The blue apron with the pattern of Rilakkuma, the part-time aunt is quite childlike.

Zheng Yuming watched in the living room for a while, his mind always drifting to the kitchen, and then he simply put the remote control aside, and leaned against the kitchen door to watch him do it.

Liu Qijun is tall and has long legs, and the cooking table only reaches his crotch. When cutting vegetables, he can only bend slightly. The sky blue cartoon apron is loosely tied on his body, which is a cute contrast.His cooking technique is clean and neat, and his knife skills are excellent. It seems that he has practiced since he was a child. Continue to do other things.The originally neat kitchen was filled with all kinds of plates, seasoning boxes, bottles and cans, as well as the ingredients being washed in the basin. Onion, ginger and garlic are piled up on the chopping board in piles, and he can grab them with his hand when he uses them. , Throw it into the pot.

Zheng Yuming tried very hard to resist the desire to interrupt.He really didn't understand why the kitchen was being tossed like a battlefield just for cooking?

Vegetables are being fried here, soup is stewed there, rice is stewed in the rice cooker, and he is still looking down at whether he wants another cold dish.

Zheng Yuming thought that when he cooks, he always prepares all the ingredients in a bowl and arranges them neatly before starting to fry, and there are not so many messy things on the sink, and his toothache suddenly aches.

However, Liu Qijun didn't seem to notice this, he was still happily waving the spatula and humming a song.

Really... Zheng Yuming looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that the oily smoke was not so obtrusive. After all, a handsome guy is cooking in the kitchen seriously, and overall it is still very enjoyable.

He leaned against the door frame and drank tea leisurely, not knowing that he was laughing.

Liu Qijun saw him from the corner of his eye, turned his head and said, "The kitchen is choking, you go to the living room and wait."

You also know that it's choking... Zheng Yuming was powerless to complain, he had never made so much oily fume when cooking at home, he shook his head: "It's okay, you do yours, let me see."

Liu Qijun cooked a meal for two hours, and was already sweating when he cooked it, so he rubbed his sleeves casually to wipe off the sweat.

Zheng Yuming put down his cup and helped him take out the dishes.

Stewed pork ribs with yam, braised lion head, stir-fried shredded potatoes, fried meat with king oyster mushrooms, cold lettuce, and fragrant white rice.

Zheng Yuming has to say that a table of dishes is still very attractive.

Liu Qijun went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face, and finally felt refreshed. When he returned to the dinner table, Zheng Yuming poured a cup of sour plum soup for the two of them.

"The last time you bought it, you didn't finish drinking it, so you took it home." Zheng Yuming explained, and then asked, "Or do you want to drink?"

"No, just drink this." Liu Qijun downed half a cup, and it was cool and comfortable.

"How about a taste?" Liu Qijun looked at him expectantly.

Zheng Yuming took a sip of each and nodded: "It's delicious, your mother is right."

"Haha, that's it." Satisfied, Liu Qijun took the initiative to bring him food, "Then you eat more."