The flash marriage object is wrong

Qin Heng sent a lot of messages to Su Ziming with his mobile phone, but in the end they all fell silent and did not get any response.

This unavoidably made Qin Heng anxious, wondering if he was starving Su Ziming because he didn't go back in time, or Su Ziming was so hungry that he didn't want to look at his phone anymore!

He had read the news before and said that some people would faint from starvation!

Just thinking about this possibility, Qin Heng wanted to put on his little wings and fly back.

So when he opened the door, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and ran to Su Ziming's bedroom to find someone, but found nothing!

In an instant, Qin Heng's mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't help but frantically ruaed his head a few times with his hands, and then he was about to go out to see if he was in his room.

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the door, he found his little pink alarm clock.

The alarm clock was lying in a corner not far from the door, the shell on the top of its head was cracked, as if to say that he had suffered inhumane treatment.

Qin Heng squatted down and picked up the alarm clock and shook it, wanting to see if it was completely broken.

Unexpectedly, a surprised exclamation came from the top of the head, "Is this your alarm clock? How did it become like this!"

It's Mingming!

Qin Heng got up quickly, but unexpectedly Su Ziming was too close to him, Su Ziming was so frightened that he subconsciously leaned back. Seeing this, Qin Heng threw away the alarm clock and grabbed Su Ziming's waist, and then the two of them bumped into the body behind Qin Heng. the wall.

With a bang, the little pink shell flew out successfully.

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Qin Heng: I am fickle, I know.

Su Ziming: Ah Heng?

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Time seemed to stand still.

Su Ziming's eyes widened and he couldn't react. There was darkness in front of his eyes, and the sound of his heart beating in his ears.

In fact, Qin Heng was not much better, grinning with pain on his face, but he didn't dare to move. This was the first hug between them, of course he hoped it would be longer, longer.

Until the sound of beeps from the kitchen broke the silence between the two.

"Ah, my egg tart!"

Su Ziming propped himself up and didn't have time to look at Qin Heng. All he could think about was the two egg tarts he made.

That is the super fruit egg tart that he has studied for a long time!

As soon as Su Ziming left, Qin Heng immediately stretched out his hand to cover his chest. It wasn't that his chest hurt because of the blow, but he couldn't feel the pain on his back!I can only try to calm down my heart, at least not beating as if it is going to come out of my throat.

However, Qin Heng just rubbed it a few times, before picking up the alarm clock on the ground, he quickly followed Su Ziming's footsteps.

If he heard correctly just now, the other party called egg tarts!

He clearly remembered that Ming Ming didn't know how to make desserts!

To suffer!

Sure enough, when Qin Heng arrived at the kitchen, Su Ziming was staring at the egg tarts on the plate that seemed to be soaked in water, with an expression of disbelief.

Did he put some kind of small bomb in this egg tart?

How to say it will explode!

And didn't he follow the steps on the official account?

Where is the problem!

No problem, now that the child is back, his surprise turned into a shock in an instant!

In an instant, a lot of possibilities flashed through Su Ziming's mind, and he didn't know how to save the situation. Obviously, he took a high-end wedding case, and the final result was funeral planning!

"Brother Ziming, are you alright?"

Before Qin Heng walked in, he saw the two piles of egg tarts. Although he was prepared, he still couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth when he saw it.

After all, there is no kitchen killer in their family, everyone is a kitchen expert.

But he was only in a daze for a second, his eyes searched around, and found that besides the egg tart, there seemed to be a bowl of vegetables, the green one looked complete, but the color of the other bowl of soup looked a little strange.

But these are all made by Mingming!

Qin Heng couldn't help laughing out loud, he had him in his heart!

But he didn't choose the right time, and met Su Ziming's resentful gaze as soon as he raised his eyes.

Keke, I laughed wrongly.

"Brother Ziming! I'm not laughing at you!" Qin Heng quickly waved his hands to explain.

Su Ziming sighed, and stretched out his hand to get the egg tart, but Qin Heng was in a hurry, and quickly said, "I didn't laugh at the egg tart either!"

Su Ziming: ...

The outstretched fingers finally reached the egg tart, and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly.

Su Ziming frowned, he didn't know how to describe the taste, it seemed sweet, but there was a cloying taste, he could only swallow it in two or three bites, which was the basic respect for egg tarts.

"Brother Ziming..." From Su Ziming's expression, Qin Heng came to the conclusion that the taste of the egg tart must be very strange, which made him a little guilty. If he could come back sooner, the other party would not want to eat the egg tart and could only eat it himself. Done!

So sad……

Su Ziming's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to throw away the remaining one. If a child eats such an unpalatable food, there must be no psychological shadow!

Just as he stretched out his hand, Qin Heng's eyes widened, and before he had time to explain, he picked up the egg tart and stuffed it into his mouth as boldly as he did just now.

"You..." Are you so brave?

"I know this must be left to me by brother Ziming! This is the first time I made egg tarts, brother Ziming is really good!" Qin Heng chewed and comforted, with a [-]% smile.

Su Ziming fell silent, this kid is really stupid, he can even laugh out loud.

However, he couldn't help being happy in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a little pride that was hard to detect.

Of course, this is his egg tart!

Qin Heng was keenly aware of Su Ziming's emotional changes, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, swallowed the egg tart with a normal expression, then stretched out his hand to put the apron hanging on the wall around his neck, and drove away people while tying the belt.

"Brother Ziming, you probably haven't eaten. You don't know how much to cook for the first time. This is enough for me to eat alone. I'll make another one for you. You go out and wait, and it will be fine soon." of!"

Su Ziming was pushed hard at every step. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was a little envious of the opponent's height advantage. Coupled with those round eyes, he couldn't afford to refuse at all.

He could only obediently leave the kitchen door, listening to the sound of the door being shut.

Alas, the first feeding of the child failed.

Su Ziming turned around in frustration and was about to sit on the sofa. Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly thought of the alarm clock at his door. When he turned his eyes, he saw Little Pink who was still lying there alone.

It does look a bit miserable.

He went over to pick up the alarm clock and the small pink case and sat on the sofa, trying to press the cover back on.

Looking at the alarm clock, Su Ziming suddenly remembered that this morning because he was too anxious to leave, he heard a sound when he opened the door, but it was too late, so he didn't look back.

So is this the alarm clock Qin Heng put at his door to wake him up for breakfast?

It's a pity that he is a person who didn't even wake up the alarm clock.

Fortunately, those breakfasts still entered his stomach in the afternoon.

It looks like there are a lot of scratches on the case, and the style is relatively old. It should be used by Qin Heng for a long time. Some places of the pink color have faded, which should be rubbed off.

I didn't expect Qin Heng to like pink, but thinking about the piglet Qin Heng chose before, Su Ziming felt that there was a trace to follow. Since the child likes it, he will give priority to this color when buying other things in the future.

He can still fulfill the child's wish.

After pressing it several times, the shell couldn't be pressed back. Su Ziming was a little frustrated. He felt that he had done something wrong. This alarm clock should have feelings for Qin Heng for so many years. At the same time, he also saw Qin Heng's family again. poverty.

An alarm clock can go straight to college!

Su Ziming directly sent a title, Frugal House.

"Brother Ziming, serve me some food."

The kitchen door was opened, and Qin Heng's voice came from inside. After Su Ziming answered, he put the alarm clock behind the sofa pillow, subconsciously not wanting Qin Heng to see the tragedy of the alarm clock.

The way of getting along between the two was already very natural, and they cooperated very well to serve the meals on the table, but this time it was different from usual, the two shared meals, Qin Heng ate Su Ziming's cooking, and Su Ziming ate Qin Heng's cooking.

After making a comparison, Su Ziming realized how badly he did it, but he didn't have time to speak, and saw Qin Heng pick up the bowl and start stuffing vegetables into his mouth.

Eating is much more rude than usual, stuffing all the food into the stomach in two or three strokes, and swallowing the last bowl of soup.

Although he knew that the dishes he cooked were definitely not tasty, and Qin Heng was just trying to make him happy, Su Ziming was still comforted, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly uncontrollably.

How could this child be so caring.

After eating, Qin Heng went to wash the dishes, and Su Ziming simply tidied up the living room. While tidying up, he was thinking about how to tell Qin Heng the precautions he needed when he went to see his grandma.

It's time to see grandma tomorrow, and it will be a disaster if Qin Heng reveals his secrets.

He casually pinched the pillow until the sofa beside him sank slightly, subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw Qin Heng's blowing hair at a glance.

It seemed that he really didn't pay much attention to Qin Heng's head portrait just now, all his attention was taken away by the failed dishes and egg tarts.

The hair is intertwined, which doesn't make people feel sloppy, but a little more furry and cute.

Su Ziming suddenly felt that the pillow in his hand was no longer fragrant, so he approached Qin Heng pretending to be calm, and then stretched out his hand...

"Brother Ziming?" Suddenly there was an extra hand on top of his head, Qin Heng raised his head in surprise, and looked at Su Ziming with a puzzled expression.

Su Ziming was so cute: "Your hair is messed up, let me smooth it out for you."

"Oh."