When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Perhaps Pei Zijing's consolation had magical powers, Qianling was in his arms in the second half of the night, and he never dreamed of that weird scene again.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Qianling's drowsy consciousness gradually came back. He slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something pressing on his body. He looked down and saw a hand embracing him.

Pei Zijing hugged him and slept all night.

This side-lying position is definitely not comfortable, insisting on it overnight will definitely make the blood on the other side stop circulating, but Pei Zijing actually persisted.

It is false for Qian Ling to say that she is not grateful.

He gently raised the arm around his waist, not intending to wake him up, but just as his fingers touched the hand on his waist, he felt a gaze looking over.

As soon as Qianling raised his eyes, Pei Zijing had already woken up.

"Morning."

Pei Zijing's eyes were light blue, it was obvious that the quality of sleep yesterday was not very good, but he still responded with a hoarse voice: "Morning, how did you sleep yesterday?"

"Thank you, I feel better," Qian Ling asked cautiously, "Did my nightmare disturb your rest?"

He couldn't think of whether he would be noisy or difficult when he was scared, but the other party couldn't wake him up because of his feelings.

Pei Zijing rubbed his sore brows.

It can only be said that Qian Ling's words are half right. It is true that he can't sleep well because of Qian Ling's appearance, but it's not because he feels noisy, but because the distance is too close.

He didn't need to lower his head to smell the faint fragrance of the hair.

The palm of the hand still vaguely remains soft and smooth when touching the hair.

He couldn't calm down because of his wild thoughts all night, he wanted to go to the bathroom to calm down, but he was afraid of waking up the person in his arms, so he could only hold back, and barely squinted for a while when it was almost dawn.

Seeing that Pei Zijing didn't speak for a long time, Qian Ling made up a lot of embarrassing appearances, and her ears turned red quietly.

"Go to sleep for a while, I'll go to have breakfast, and I'll bring you another one by the way. What do you like to eat?"

Qian Ling quietly slipped out from under his arms, stepped off the bed, and found her own slippers randomly, and the satin pajamas on her body were full of messy folds.

A handful of soft short hair curled up stubbornly, and Qian Ling looked at him seriously.

Pei Zijing only felt weak at the tip of his heart.

"Then please."

After successfully getting the food list from Pei Zijing, Qian Ling washed up and walked out of the room.

Qian Ling stepped on her plush slippers and went downstairs.

Probably because he got up too early, the kitchen was deserted and there was no smoke.

"Ok?"

Qianling opened the refrigerator, looked at the full ingredients, and turned to look at the staff behind the camera, "Excuse me, do we not provide breakfast?"

It's like doing it yourself.

The staff nodded off-screen, "All the ingredients are available, and you need to make your own breakfast."

This made Qianling difficult, he looked at the food list in his hand, rubbed it, and threw it into the trash can.

Those snacks were too difficult for him.

Although he wanted to thank Pei Zijing for his help and make a delicious breakfast, he didn't want to poison people to death.

Seeing him lingering in the kitchen, the audience who got up early said one after another:

[Is my wife a culinary idiot? ]

[I am an outstanding graduate of Durban, let me do it, and I still have Guo Jia's first-class chef certificate! ]

[As long as it is made by Zai Zai, no matter what it is, it will be eaten happily. ]

……

Qian Ling hesitated, and finally picked out a few eggs and a handful of dried noodles from the abundant ingredients.

This is one of the few dishes he feels confident about.

He has hardly ever cooked by himself, the school has a corresponding canteen, and the family has specially invited aunts, so it is extremely stretched at this time.

Qian Ling rolled up his sleeves, carefully held the egg, and took out a bowl.

[I feel like I have a bomb in my hand. The bomb hahaha is so cute! ]

[I have a bad premonition, it's not like my wife has never cooked before, she doesn't even know how to crack eggs. ]

[Help, who will save him. ]

"Ah, bad."

Sure enough, in the next second, Qianling dropped the broken eggshell into the bowl along with the egg liquid.

He lowered his head and fiddled, at a loss, struggling to pick out the shells swimming in the egg liquid. The more he repaired it, the worse it looked, and the tuft of hair on the top of his head became more messy.

"What are you doing?"

A slightly deep voice sounded from behind him, causing Qianling's back to tremble in fright. He quickly turned around to block the messy operating table, and saw Shao Cheng in dark blue pajamas standing at the stairs.

Qian Ling said with a guilty conscience: "No, why not..."

Shao Cheng approached, took a clean cup, poured a glass of cold water for himself, glanced at Qian Ling, his eyes fell on the white jade-like fingertips, covered with some transparent mucus, reflecting the light.

Shao Cheng frowned, "What is this?"

Qian Ling hesitated, his ears turned red quietly, Shao Cheng unconsciously frowned again, and turned his steps towards him.

As the footsteps stopped in front of him, Qian Ling had no choice but to accept her fate, and moved her body slowly, revealing the mess on the cooking table.

"..."

Shao Cheng said: "What did you do?"

Qianling stood silently on the side, lowered her head, nodded slightly like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

"I want to make breakfast, but it seems a bit difficult..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he saw Shao Cheng hand him the water glass, roll up his sleeves, and start to clean up the mess.

Qianling held the water glass in both hands.

Shao Cheng cleaned up neatly, exposing a section of wrist bone and slender fingers, and cleaned up the embarrassing countertop in a short while.

Qianling stood beside her, looking fascinated.

Today's Shao Cheng has no make-up, is wearing lazy pajamas, and his black hair slightly covers his sharp eyebrows, which relieves a lot of pressure.

What he didn't expect was that Shao Cheng didn't look like the kind of person who could cook.

"Are you going to try to help?"

Shao Cheng's voice awakened Qian Ling, he raised his head, and stuffed in a handful of untreated shallots, "Wash and chop green onions, is there any problem?"

Feeling that she has nothing to do, Qian Ling nodded quickly, it would be best if she could help.

"no problem."

Qian Ling took the shallots and picked them by the pool. He pulled the soil off the shallots with clumsy and unfamiliar movements.

And there was a rustling sound behind him, Shao Cheng tied up his apron with his back facing him, and the gentle fabric apron collided strongly with his temperament.

The belt tied at the waist was tightened, and the loose pajamas were drawn out of a lean waist, forming a perfect inverted triangle with the broad shoulders.

As if sensing his gaze, Shao Cheng turned around, "What's wrong?"

Qian Ling quickly shook his head and turned his head back.

He stretched out his hand and turned on the faucet, intending to rinse the chives in his hand, but the water that flowed into the palm of his hand suddenly turned red, thick and stinky blood? !

"what!"

Qian Ling staggered back a few steps in fright, her arms were embraced by someone, accompanied by the faint fragrance of the other person.

"There's blood!"

"Where is the blood? Did you scratch your hand?"

Qian Ling shook his head vigorously and pointed to the sink. He took a closer look and found that the water coming out of the faucet was the same as usual, even his fingers were clean.

Where did the blood come from?

Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds, then saw Shao Cheng stepping forward and reaching out to turn off the faucet, "Did you not have a good rest last night?"

"I……"

Qian Ling fell into self-doubt, could it be that he was really dazzled?

But the scarlet color still remained in his retina.

"I was more nervous than you when I recorded the variety show for the first time, so you don't have to worry too much, your performance is already very good." Shao Cheng took the chives from his hand, "Go to the side and rest first."

Will Shao Cheng be nervous too?

Qianling couldn't imagine what kind of expression a person who likes a cold face would look when he was nervous.

Shao Cheng quickly boiled water and served noodles, "Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"I had a nightmare. I dreamed of something very scary. Could it be because we went to the haunted house last night?"

The more Qian Ling thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. After all, she thought about it day and night and dreamed about it at night, so a courageous person like Shao Cheng would have nothing to do.

"Besides having nightmares, is there anything else?"

"Others?" Qian Ling was somewhat at a loss, "What are you referring to?"

Do you do anything but sleep at night?

Shao Cheng stopped chopping vegetables, his eyes were secretive, and he stared at Qian Ling for several seconds.

Qian Ling was a little at a loss when he saw it.

On the induction cooker behind him, the water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling.

"Can I ask why you don't choose me every time?" Shao Cheng took a step closer, "If I play the piano, I will too."

Barrage:

[So jealous, I won’t say who knocked over the jar of vinegar. ]

[From me who watched it all night, they really just slept under the quilt, so you still have a chance in Shaocheng, go ahead! ]

[Pei Zijing: Are you polite? ]

[I was rejected twice and finally blew my hair. I thought Shao Cheng had a cold face and really didn't care. ]

[This is also normal in the entertainment industry, newcomers and long-established artists, if they are tied together, they will be said to be a joke. ]

Qian Ling felt the pressure coming from the pressure, and he took a half step back quietly, never expecting Shao Cheng to ask such a question.

He looked at the water that was about to come out behind him, and reminded: "The water is boiling."

But Shao Cheng obviously didn't give him a chance to change the subject, and turned off the fire calmly, waiting for his answer.

"Ah, you all get up so early."

Bai Fumei yawned and walked down to Qian Ling's side, "What's the matter, did you quarrel?"

Qian Ling shook her head, Shao Cheng had already turned to continue making breakfast.

"Today's task is to make my own food. It's really troublesome. If I don't eat, I just lose weight. I'll go to sleep and go back to sleep."

Bai Fumei came out and wandered around, then went back.

And the aroma was already wafting from the kitchen, Shao Cheng turned off the fire and brought out the pot.

"Okay."

A pot of simple noodles, sprinkled with a handful of emerald green scallions, and covered with golden eggs, makes people's index fingers move.

"Smells so good! Senior Shaocheng is amazing!"

Deeply aware of the hard-won, Qian Ling took the bowl and chopsticks, and while cleaning up the cooking counter in Shaocheng, poured hot noodles into a bowl, and the first bowl was served to the hero.

Qian Ling clasped her hands together, "Here!"

Shao Cheng's complexion softened a little, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little unconsciously.

Then he saw Qian Ling took two more bowls, and filled two more bowls as if done in the same way, one of which was significantly larger.

Shao Cheng said: "I can't tell, you have a big appetite."

"Ah?" Qian Ling pointed to the relatively large bowl of noodles, and said, "This is for Pei Zijing. He was tired last night, so I'll bring it to him."

[The author has something to say: Thank you for the light lunch + Trilobite +*+1]