If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

As a kitten who has left footprints everywhere in the house, even if she knows all the structures and furnishings in the house like a finger, Chu Qiao has to pretend to be stupid and pretend that she has never been here.

"Your house is not what I imagined." Chu Qiao looked around the house curiously, "I thought it would be the kind with pink wallpaper and plush toys everywhere."

Song Ningyi: "Then you misunderstood me quite a lot."

It was the first time Chu Qiao came to the door, and he didn't have time to tidy it up. He was really embarrassed to see his messy room, so he had to quickly change the subject:

"Sit down first, I'll cook something for you, you haven't tasted my cooking except for dessert, right? I'm not bragging to you. I think I was a five-star chef who was delayed by studying when I was still alive."

"Then I'll just wait for the good news." Chu Qiao sat on the sofa, raised her hand to straighten her hair a little, and while Song Ningyi turned around, she deliberately took out her mobile phone to take a picture, and after confirming that it was correct, she looked dignified like a person Sit down.

Not long after, I heard the rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables from the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of stinging hot oil, and a rich aroma wafted out of the kitchen.

Chu Qiao sniffed it carefully, and unexpectedly felt that this fragrance seemed to arouse some strange desire in his body, and he even walked out of the kitchen door uncontrollably with his legs.

The door of the room was ajar, and inside was the rumbling noise of the range hood. Amidst the smog, a thin and handsome figure stood in front of the stove, wearing a pink lace apron. For a moment, Chu Qiao felt like A strange feeling rose up.

In the past thousand years, I have never seen such a scene. No matter how powerful I am, I always feel as if I am floating. Although I grew up in the underworld, I have never given myself a sense of stability here.

Chu Qiao quietly looked at Song Ningyi's concentrated figure, perhaps even he himself didn't know what kind of gentle smile was on the corner of his mouth at this moment.

With a sound of "click", Song Ningyi turned off the fire.

It was only then that Chu Qiao came to her senses, and hurried back to the living room to sit down, pretending that nothing happened.

"Dangdangdang! Try my specialty! Kung Pao Chicken~" Song Ningyi came out of the kitchen with the hot special chicken.

Once the food is put on the table, no matter it is the color or the taste, it is not inferior to the specialty restaurant.

"You haven't eaten it, have you tasted it?" Song Ningyi offered the chopsticks with both hands.

Chu Qiao looked at the plate of diced chicken... feeling vaguely unhappy.

This dish seemed familiar, as if Jiang Yanjin had cooked it before.

It seems that before this, Jiang Yanjin and Song Ningyi had learned to cook for a period of time. Although he didn't know what the cooking process was, the two of them must have been very close when they were learning to chop vegetables, and they might fight back...

"What's the matter, try it." Seeing that Chu Qiao was in a daze, Song Ningyi asked again.

Under Song Ningyi's repeated urging, Chu Qiao finally picked up the chopsticks slowly, but because she had never eaten before, she didn't know how to use chopsticks, so she could only imitate the method of holding chopsticks that she had seen in the live broadcast before, which was extremely ridiculous .

"I forgot that you don't know how to use chopsticks anymore. I'll bring you a spoon." Song Ningyi turned to the kitchen in a fancy way, picked up the spoon and turned back in a fancy way.

"My lord, please taste." He bowed his waist and raised the spoon above his head respectfully.

After eating the first bite of Kung Pao Chicken, I have to say that it is really delicious. What does it feel like to be delicious? It makes people feel very comfortable and happy, and every taste bud on the tongue dances along with it.

But while eating, seeing this plate of diced chicken, Jiang Yanjin's coquettish face popped up in his mind again, and his mood fell to the bottom.

"Is it not delicious, or you don't like it, why is it written all over your face?"

Chu Qiao quickly rubbed her face and tried to force a smile: "No, it's delicious, and I like it very much, but when I saw this dish, I remembered the PK between you and that anchor. You taught him how to cut vegetables by yourself. what?"

"No, who wants to teach it by himself, let him practice after demonstrating it once, as the saying goes, it is up to the individual to practice after the master leads in."

Hearing this, the depressed mood finally cleared up, and the smile on the corner of Chu Qiao's mouth gradually deepened: "From now on, just teach me, teach me hand in hand."

"Qiaoqiao..." Hearing these words, Song Ningyi finally realized that Chu Qiao's emotional face was always jealous because she didn't know what kind of ridiculous scene was playing in his little head just now.

"I think you and I are a match made in heaven. Although I am not as powerful as Pluto, I will definitely treat you well, so maybe you used to... like Pluto?" Speaking of this, Song Ningyi Hesitated.

"I don't like it, I even hate it a little bit." Chu Qiao smiled, "I have been with Pluto for more than 1000 years, and I have only been with you for one day, but I think you are the right one."

Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and gently squeezed Song Ningyi's hand.

Different from the hands of boys in their twenties that he had seen before, although his hands were clean and white, his fingers were covered with several large and small obvious scars, which looked like knife wounds and burns.

He said that his parents died when he was a teenager. At that time, he had to learn to cook by himself to survive. The poor boy didn't even have a professor, so he could only explore on his own.

Chu Qiao felt distressed, she rubbed her face against the back of his hand, and said softly, "After you teach me, I'll make you whatever you want to eat, okay?"

Touched, really touched, no one has ever said this to me when I was alive, only "you look good, how about a date tonight", or "I will give you a title for the anchor, you help me rank, ask It’s okay to get a diamond if you don’t go high.” Those people’s kindness has a purpose, but it’s the first time they come to the underworld to experience the so-called “human touch”.

Now Song Ningyi is even more convinced that Chu Qiao is the one who is worth it, worth all the price she has to contend with Pluto.

"To tell you the truth, I also hate Pluto. Although he has a straightforward personality and doesn't hold grudges, this person is stinky and narcissistic. Last time, I asked me to write his 1 good points."

Chu Qiao: ...

"I racked my brains to come up with seven."

Chu Qiao laughed dryly, but he couldn't answer those words.

"Forget it, don't mention others at this time, and you've been tired all day, why not..." A weird smile appeared on Song Ningyi's face.

He slowly sat on Chu Qiao's lap, and gently pulled Chu Qiao's wolf-tailed hair with one hand: "Bathe early, and then we will do something fun."

"What's so funny." Chu Qiao really didn't understand.

Song Ningyi thought he was pretending to be here, and pushed him into the bathroom without saying a word: "Hurry up and finish washing."

Chu Qiao stood in the bathroom, still not knowing why.

But on this end, Song Ningyi was busy, taking advantage of Chu Qiao's time to take a bath, quickly changed the sheets, lit incense, placed flowers on the bedside, and put the condoms she bought from the convenience store on the way home. When placed in the middle of the bed.

Finally, the headlights were turned off, leaving only a small night light exuding ambiguous tiredness.

perfect!

Song Ningyi knelt in front of the condom, put her fingers on her chin and began to meditate.

Is Chu Qiao up or down?What if he asks to be on top?Then should I succumb to him?

Just as he was meditating, the bathroom door slowly opened.

Chu Qiao came out wiping her hair, and before she got any closer, she saw Song Ningyi sitting on the bed alone in a daze, with a few unknown objects of small square wrapping paper placed in front of her.

"I'm done washing."

Song Ningyi was stunned, and raised her head: "Ah, then, I'll go wash it, just wait a moment."

Hidden the condom with one paw, the speed is astounding.

Stumbling into the bathroom, Song Ningyi's nervous head was in a daze, he followed his heart and tried to tell himself to calm down.

And Chu Qiao also knelt on the bed in the same posture as Song Ningyi just now, picked up the small square, and read the words on it seriously:

"Ultra-thin...extremely moist, what do you do?"

The condoms in the underworld are different from the ones in the human world. There is no product name on the package, and it is claimed that they are only sold to people who understand.

When going out, seeing Chu Qiao also sitting on the bed seriously studying that thin gadget, her heart that had long since disappeared beat heavily.

He slowly walked over to Chu Qiao and sat down. The two were wearing the same bathrobe, both of them had the same fragrance, the dim light revealed a little tiredness, and the atmosphere was indescribably ambiguous for a while.

Song Ningyi leaned her head gently on Chu Qiao's shoulder, her whole face was as moist as a freshly peeled egg, tender and smooth.

"Do you think we're doing this too fast?" Song Ningyi still put on the sheet music, pretending to be shy, but now she can't wait to tear the thin bathrobe on Chu Qiao's body into strips.

Chu Qiao thought that he had prepared some fun games, but she didn't understand. Is playing a game important to know each other for a few days?

"I don't feel happy, as long as you are happy."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Qiao felt her eyes darken, and a heavy gravity pressed her down, and she lay down uncontrollably.

Suddenly, there was a soft touch on the neck, which was numb and itchy.

Looking down, Song Ningyi's small mouth was kissing and chewing on it.

"Why are you so excited?" Chu Qiao was so frightened that she quickly pulled his hand away.

"Why are you so shy at this time?" Song Ningyi smiled and Mimi leaned forward again, wrapping her small hands around his shoulders, "Didn't you agree to play a 'game'?"

Even though he is as innocent as Chu Qiao, he finally understands what Song Ningyi's so-called "game" refers to at this time, and he foolishly thought it was really an ordinary game.

Now that it's all over, should I accept his kindness or... refuse.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Song Ningyi's charming eyes full of anticipation, trying to hint something to himself.

"Or, go to bed early, I have to go back to the underworld early tomorrow." After thinking for a long time, Chu Qiao could only say this.

It's not that I'm afraid of this kind of thing happening, and it's not that I don't like him. It's just that I will go to the underworld to renew and re-elect the king of the underworld, so this kind of moment can't be taken advantage of.

Song Ningyi pouted, aggrieved: "What's the matter, what are you afraid of?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of you." Chu Qiao smiled, and out of compensation for him, she placed a light kiss on his forehead, "It's just that I don't think this is a particularly suitable time. Can I wash it and send it to your bed?"

Song Ningyi knew that there were too many secrets in Chu Qiao, maybe he also had his own unspeakable difficulties.

"Okay, next time."

Nesting in Chu Qiao's arms, it seemed that he could hear his heartbeat, which was rhythmic and full of vitality.

It turns out that ghosts also have hearts.

Song Ningyi gave a silly laugh, and slowly closed her eyes.