Scumbag Transformation System

After all, Bo Chushui still couldn't restrain the throbbing in his heart, he picked up his coat and hurried down, heading straight for the door.Xia Yuqing waited less than five seconds downstairs before seeing a figure appear in front of her.

The other party came out in a hurry, seeming a little overwhelmed and embarrassed, but turned into a smile, and walked home with his arms around him as soon as he came, and said lazily, "Why are you here?"

Feeling his real body temperature, Xia Yuqing pursed her lips and couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. Hearing his serious answer, there was something solemn in his voice that would not be heard if you didn't listen carefully.

"miss you."

Bo Chushui was stunned for a moment. If he answered at this time with his temperament, he would definitely be eloquent, but he didn't expect the other party to answer so seriously that he couldn't say anything for a while.

His eyelashes moved slightly, covering the complex emotions in his eyes. It should have been the best time for the two to enhance their relationship, but he couldn't help feeling guilty.Suddenly thinking of the big deception between the two of them, if the other party knew the real relationship between the two of them, they probably wouldn't talk like that.

...I'm afraid they don't even know each other.

The two are like two parallel lines that will never intersect. There is no chance of knowing each other except on the theater dance floor, but even on the stage, it is just a cold and distant distance between the dancer and the audience.

Xia Yuqing didn't hear his answer. Looking up, Bo Chushui just calmed down, met his gaze, wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders and hugged him intimately, and gently raised his chin as if teasing, "You miss me so much? Stare at me."

Xia Yuqing withdrew his gaze, feeling that the people in front of him were showing a tendency to push their noses and cheeks. He had an open and frank attitude, but now he felt inexplicably uncomfortable being asked, pursed his lips, and kept his mouth shut.

He lowered his eyes and cursed in his heart. He clearly heard it clearly. Do you want to ask again?

Entering the room, Xia Yuqing was sitting on the sofa, her eyes touched Bo Chushui who was still washing in the bathroom, and then turned away.

The decoration of the house generally tends to be aloof, at least in terms of style, it is not the same as Bo Chushui Suri's temperament, it is empty and not very popular.

The other party's vague questions and answers came from the bathroom, as if they had come out of the water, and they were still gasping, "Have you had breakfast?"

"not yet."

Bo Chushui guessed the same, for such a long distance, he must have come here at five o'clock.How can there be a breakfast shop so diligent.After washing his face, he took a piece of paper from the low table and wiped off the water stains on his face.

Hearing this, he smiled, and there was a bit of gloating in his voice, "Then you're done, I don't have the habit of eating breakfast, so forget it if you're hungry."

Even so, he thought about it, and took out a few packs of instant noodles from the refrigerator, thinking about how to steam them.

Xia Yuqing followed the past to study these pastries. After seeing the other party's unfamiliar movements, he was a little uneasy after all, so he turned over to find the production date and confirm the time.

Seeing his actions, Bo Chushui felt a little guilty... This was purchased with the help of the cleaning aunt before. If you don't eat it any more, it will indeed pass the tasting period.

I picked a few good-looking custard buns from among the ordinary industrial products and steamed them in a steamer. I saw that the steaming hole was slowly condensed under the heating, and then gradually turned into gas.

Both of them didn't walk away, they just stood here and watched the light blue flame rising and burning up.

Bo Chushui let go of his thoughts, his eyes were naturally confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He was silent for a moment and seemed to regain his senses, but he still didn't change his nature. He sighed and teased Xia Yuqing, "You're really blessed."

Look at his entire kitchen, that is, the microwave oven has been used the most, with some traces of use, as for the others—they are brand new, like the utensils placed in the display cabinets in the supermarket.

Xia Yuqing voluntarily delivered it to her door, even if she didn't eat it, she wouldn't complain, but Bo Chushui's words made him want to go back, so he replied indifferently,

"Oh, really?"

Bo Chushui choked back suddenly.If people eat breakfast at their own home in the future, it is estimated that they can still eat a full feast of man and Han, but what they eat here is just a steamed custard bun without any characteristics.

No one has eaten this custard bun yet, so I don't know how it tastes.After leaving it for so long, it might be unpalatable.

But how thick-skinned he is, he nodded with conviction, "Of course."

Xia Yuqing didn't bother to say any more. Seeing that the time had come, she picked up a few steamed buns with chopsticks and placed them on the plate. The steam and hot air bubbling up covered the screen in a blink of an eye, and the surrounding temperature also rose. A few degrees, add a bit of aroma.

But Bo Chushui didn't have the habit of eating breakfast. Even though these things were already in front of him, he still didn't have the urge to move his chopsticks.

Xia Yuqing was [-]/[-], three each, and he could see what the other party was thinking, so it was rare for him to forcefully push in front of the other party, "Eat."

Bo Chushui was taken aback, except that when he was a picky eater when he was very young, his parents would distribute food in this way of dividing tasks, he hadn't seen such a measure for a long time.

He glanced at the other party's expression, wanted to negotiate the price, but all he saw was an unquestionable affirmation, so he could only accept the defeat of three times, five divisions and two plugs into the entrance.

Satisfied, Xia Yuqing withdrew her gaze, chewed slowly and persuaded him, "Always skipping breakfast is not good for your health, especially your stomach, and it will cause gastric perforation in the long run."

Bo Chushui nodded solemnly, but his eyes clearly refused to admit defeat, "I will definitely do it in my next life."

Xia Yuqing was about to be laughed at by him when he heard the words. How could anyone make such a promise? It's not certain whether he will have it in the next life, so can he be perfunctory?

Three custard buns the size of a baby's fist are only half full for two adults, but they are always a bit boring to eat like this, and neither of them mentioned another one.

He finished the last mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, got up and went to the kitchen to put away the bowls and chopsticks for two people, with a three-point smile on his lips, but he was not necessarily very happy, and his tone of voice was filled with warning.

"...Okay, I will supervise you in the next life."

The author has something to say:

I went to do nucleic acid again tonight, we now do nucleic acid once every two days, so strict qwq