How Much For A Pound Of Cuteness - Chapter 67

A Ju suffered from inhuman treatment, and was wronged and angry, howling inside the door Chao: “Did I ask you! Have I asked you?! I asked my sister-in-law!”

Lu Jiaheng: “Your younger sister-in-law doesn’t eat, go away.”

Chuichi quickly grabbed his arm and stretched his neck out: “I ate what I ate! What about blueberries!”

Little chrysanthemum: “Blueberry muffin!”

“Is there any apple pie!”

“Yes!”

Lu Jiaheng: “…”

The two men shouted and shouted for a while, and Hachiri could not wait any longer, pushing his man while pushing his leg.

Lu Jiaheng felt that his status hadn’t been at home in the afternoon.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was plopping like a little carp: “What fascinating soup did you give him one afternoon?”

Chuchi is quite innocent: “I didn’t do anything.”

Lu Jiaheng’s long legs pressed down on her little short legs that were pedaling outward, and her head dropped her lips like an outrage and bit her lip lightly: “You’re almost straightening him.”

Chuichi was pleasantly surprised: “Isn’t that good, I can rest assured.”

“…”

Little chrysanthemum has spent a lot of years abroad alone, full of culinary skills, and usually likes to study some desserts. Even his hobbies are full of good wife and mother.

When I first got off the plane, I only drank a glass of water and a glass of juice. I was so hungry that I stuck my back to the back and jumped out of the room into the kitchen. The scent was scattered, and I went to the small chrysanthemum face and went to his bowl to see: “This What kind of salad?”

A Ju usually cooks alone. At this time, some people are full of deep curiosity about his cooking. He is also very happy: “Pear cheese salad.”

Chuchi elbowed on the countertop, dragging his chin to watch him busy: “Is there any delicious food in the United States? I only know about burgers and hot dogs.”

Both Chuchi’s father and Ms. Deng will cook, but they’re limited to Chinese food. Chuchi eats an apple pie while listening to Xiaojuhua to give her a variety of popular American cuisine. .

Finally, when Chuichi swallowed the last bite of pizza, Lu Jiaheng pulled her wrist and pulled the person from the chair directly into the room: “After eating, let me study with me.”

At first, Shuichi looked at the fruit on the table: “But I still want to eat some fruit.”

“You can’t eat fruit just after eating.”

At the beginning of the garden “Oh”, he touched his round belly and felt that he couldn’t eat any fruit for a while now. “I want to take a bath too.”

Lu Jiaheng turned his head: “You take a shower as soon as you finish eating?”

Hakuchi entered the room, pulled his pajamas and trousers out of the small box, and put the board on the bed neatly. The man sat next to him obediently: “Then I will wait and wash later.”

Lu Jiaheng laughed and dragged his schoolbag over and put on his glasses.

His desk was next to the bed, and Chuchi sat on the bed and rubbed inward, looking at him at his desk: “Lu Jiaheng.”

“Ok.”

“You look good in glasses.”

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows and lifted his eyes. A pair of peach eyes were hidden behind the lens, and his tail eyelashes were light.

Chuichi said seriously: “Like a beast of clothes.”

“…”

“Good heart,” Chuichi continued with a wink.

“…”

Lu Jiaheng: “You still have to take a bath.”

There are no extra pillows and quilts in Lu Jiaheng’s room. At night, Lu Jiaheng moved down a bed from the upper floor. When the gardener returned from the shower, the bed was replaced with new sheets and quilts, and the floor was also covered.

Churi grabbed half-dried hair and stepped barefoot on the carpet: “Are you hitting the floor?”

Lu Jiaheng looked at the book without looking up: “The bed is too small, you sleep.”

Chuchi slowly “oh” screamed, crawled onto the bed with his hands and feet, sat on his knees beside the bed, and looked at him: “Aren’t you sleeping with me today?”

Lu Jiaheng raised his head.

The little girl was wearing a doll-collar pajamas, her long hair spread out, her small mouth held back, and she looked at him huddled with a pillow, looking a little lost.

Lu Jiaheng protruded his tongue and licked his lips.

He turned his head and hissed softly: “At first.”

Churi tilted his head and put his chin on the pillow: “Well?”

“Are you so relieved of me?”

Churi held a pillow against the wall, and his white toes stepped on the bed sheet, curling up slightly, and looked at him with a pair of eyes, his voice softly: “Otherwise will I follow you?”

Quiet moment.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and chuckled, “What reincarnated you?”

Sometimes, Lu Jiaheng felt that Chuchi was terrible.

In casual words, he would do anything for her.

Lu Jiaheng put down the book in his hand, pushed the chair to stand up, and walked to the door to turn off the light.

Only the lamp was on in the room, and he stooped down to pick up the pillow on the floor and put it on the head of the bed.

Churi was very happy to put the pillow in his hand against the wall and placed it on the head of the bed. His bed was indeed a bit small. The two pillows were squeezed together. She lay inside and covered the quilt and blinked With him: “Lu Jiaheng, I won’t be here anymore, don’t go back.”

Lu Jiaheng glanced at her without a word.

Chuchi pulls the corner and plays without looking at him, slowly saying, “I was really happy when I saw the girl’s clothes hanging over you that day, but I’m afraid you really don’t like me anymore. I’m afraid I’m too sensitive and petty, and I don’t dare to ask,” she grabbed the quilt. “But we have to separate for so long. At that time, I agreed with you if you wanted to leave. Our minds are all in love. We have to be better and stronger when the other party is not there.”

Chuichi raised his eyelashes, blinked at him, his arm stretched out from under the bed, patted the bed next to him and said: “So you won’t see me for more than a year, you should cherish what you can see now Every minute, every second, sleep with me.”

Chu Garden stayed for a week and booked a ticket at the end of the month to go back.

Until the person left, Chuichi did not see Xiaohua’s dream lover.

Xiao Juhua and Lu Jiaheng are in the same school, but the majors are different. He is more relaxed than Lu Jiaheng. On the afternoon of the weekend, with the encouragement of Chuichi, he finally summoned up the courage to send the first message to the male god.

As for the two of them who haven’t talked about the sky yet, Hatsuji thought it was incredible. She stared at him with wide eyes: “Have you neither spoke?”

A Ju looked at her in panic: “As soon as I opened my mouth, wasn’t the fact that I was a man exposed?”

Hatsushi seriously thought that his voice was actually not fake if he didn’t listen carefully.

“Did you two have no contact?”

“some.”

“What kind?” Chuichi asked curiously.

Little chrysanthemum recalled dreamily: “I met him several times, but they were all women, he didn’t recognize me as a man,” he finished, and said, “I am getting used to women, I am I bought several sets of women’s pajamas.”

“…”

Chu Zhi looked at him dumbfounded: “But in case he likes you like a girl, you two, you two–” She cheeks were a little hot, she unconsciously raised her hands and pinched her ears, “The two of you further develop When he found out what to do.”

Qing Jun’s man looked a little frustrated: “But I’m not like that, maybe I don’t even have the chance to make him think I’m the one to fall in love with.”

Hatsuji was also very frustrated. She felt that breaking the straight man sounded strange and difficult.

It’s as if someone’s sexual orientation was originally female, but they had to be forced into a male. This is a bit guilty for her, unless the other person really likes the little chrysanthemum, and because the object is him, so He bent.

Under the unremitting research of the two people, for the first time, Xiaojuhua took the initiative to meet the male **** and did not wear a women’s dress. Chuichi quietly followed behind, wearing a coat jacket of Lu Jiaheng and a small face on the big palm. Huge sunglasses, wearing a woolen hat, looks a bit like Lyon in “This Killer Is Not Too Cold.”

Immediately before leaving the house, Lu Jiaheng pulled his arm back when he first stepped out of the door.

The boyfriend expressed dissatisfaction with the recent attention of his little gardenia on the small chrysanthemum. He picked up the person and walked into the room and ripped off her head. The wool cap and sunglasses were thrown all the way to the ground. After a slobber exchange Hold her in a nap with satisfaction.

Churi shrunk obediently in his arms and played with his eyelashes: “Lu Jiaheng.”

“Ok?”

“What does that male chrysanthemum look like?”

Lu Jiaheng opened her eyes and hugged her arm tightly: “You are so curious about what other men’s gods are doing.”

Chu Zhi grinned his eyelashes with a smile: “I’m tired of your face. I’m going to try it.”

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to beat her ass.

Through the clothes, I muttered dumbly, and the intensity was a bit heavy. I took a first look and raised my hand to push him: “What’s wrong with you now, how can you always bully people!”

He closed his eyes again and smiled lowly: “I will let you know what bullying is going to be.”

His hand still rested on her ass, and his first face arched with a red face, and then arched again, pulling away his distance and tearing off his arm. Yes, hit him twice.

The man allowed her to toss, lying sideways with her eyes closed quietly, embracing a space around her arms and fingertips on the wall.

Chuchi was lying on the bed, supporting his face, and gently rubbed his light blue eyes with his fingertips: “Lu Jiaheng, I will leave tomorrow.”

Lu Jiaheng’s eyelids lifted, and his dark eyes looked a bit deep.

Her expression looked sad, and her bright eyes were full of emotion.

Lu Jiaheng’s heart moved, holding her arm tight, her eyes softened, waiting for her next words.

The little girl’s white index finger gently stroked his angular side face and looked at him sadly: “Before I leave, I really want to see what the goddess looks like.”

“…”

Lu Jiaheng snorted coldly, clasped her little head blankly, and pressed it softly into her arms: “If you speak again, you will know what bullying is.”