My Ears Say They Want to Know You - Chapter 22

Cheng Su’s words were self-contained, and Rose Tao could not refute it, so she could only watch him smile without speaking.

Cheng Su leaned back on the sofa, the selfless and warm atmosphere cooled down with this action.

Rose Tao sat upright, tucked her hair, and became embarrassed after realizing it.

Cheng Su stared at her drooping, slightly innocent eyebrows, and suddenly laughed.

His short laugh always has a sense of Su, which contains joking indulgence.

Rose Tao raised her eyes: “What are you laughing at?”

Cheng Su didn’t answer directly, only asked: “You haven’t eaten dinner yet, are you hungry?”

Rose Tao nodded.

Cheng Su: “What do you want to eat?”

Syzygium shook her head. She is a member of the Society for Difficulties and randomly dispatches congregations, so she will not be overly refined in eating.

Cheng Su asked, “I should order takeaways when I go out.” He can almost figure out her lazy and tangled personality: “Why don’t you order takeaways.”

Rose apple: “Okay.”

“hot pot?”

Rose apple swings its head.

“Little noodles?”

Rose Tao asked: “What did you eat tonight?”

Cheng Su said: “I made my own fat-reducing meal.”

Syzygium stared at him and looked at him: “Do you still need to lose fat?”

Cheng Su nodded: “I didn’t care much before, but now I have a girlfriend, so I need to pay attention to self-management.”

Rose Tao smiled: “You don’t want to do anything else—” She was suddenly curious, and glanced at his narrow waist under his loose T-shirt: “Do you have abdominal muscles?”

Cheng Su smiled again, just about to speak, she first blushed and waved her hands wildly: “No need to answer! When I didn’t ask, it didn’t matter if I had it or not.”

Cheng Suzheng body, put his hands back on his knees, and suggested: “Don’t order takeaways, I’ll get you a bowl of small noodles.”

Syzygium was surprised: “Will you do it?”

Cheng Suhui: “Yeah, but it’s definitely not as good as the store.”

Syzygium has a lot of face: “How could it be possible, it must be delicious.”

Cheng Su got up, turned on the TV, and handed her the remote control: “Lower your expectations.”

Syzygium nodded, really indifferent: “Oh, then I will remove the very words, it must be delicious.”

Cheng Su was amused, rubbed the top of her head, turned off the sofa, and when her long legs passed the big strip, Cheng Su also rubbed the top of her head, and said, “I will go to the kitchen and accompany the guests for me.”

Da Tiao turned a deaf ear and glanced at him indifferently.

Cheng Su paused and frowned, “Where’s Meow?”

Big strip: “Meow.”

Rose Tao was surprised: “She can understand your speech?

“Probably.” Cheng Su looked at her and walked to the kitchen, leaving Cat and Tao looking at each other.

Rose Tao quietly approached this beautiful short girl with round face and round eyes, and whispered: “Can you cat me up?”

Big strip: “Meow.”

“Wow,” the rose apple was flattered: “Is it so familiar?”

Dajo ignored her, his yellow-green pupils looked at her casually like glass balls.

Rose Tao glanced at the kitchen location, and the man was facing her sideways, concentrating on something, concentrating on it.

This kind of natural smoke and fire suddenly moved her.

Perhaps he was aware of her gaze, and Cheng Su also turned his eyes. He had no emotion at all and looked careless, but he softened the moment their eyes met.

He opened his lips and asked for a word.

These words were blurred by the movement of the cooker hood, and Rose Tao could not hear clearly, but surprisingly, she could read his mouth: Is something wrong?

Rose apple shook his head sharply.

Cheng Su smiled faintly.

Syzygium feels that this is a picture only in a dream.

Cheng Su is like a man living in fantasy and longing, impeccable, beautiful to unreal. It is the tide in the setting sun. Even if you realize that the dark night is approaching, you will still yearn for the warmth of the orange light.

For no reason, Syzygium shrunk her hands and feet, squeezed the remote control, worried that she would wake up when she kicked the coffee table carelessly.

She glanced at the big strip, and the cat was still looking at her. Its eyes were emotional, as if it could speak at any time.

Rose Tao asked: “Is all this a dream now?”

The big strip is still only a silver tabby iceberg.

Rose Tao smiled: “It’s not a dream, just meow.”

Big strip: “Meow.”

Rose Tao laughed out a row of small white teeth, she knew it, Meow was an instruction, and the big one could always respond.

Usually Cheng Su is like this, one person, one cat at home and meow? Otherwise, why is it so proficient?

After her brain was filled, Syzygium felt cute and funny. She began to imitate her own imagination and said to the big strip: “Meow.”

The big one is a funny cat. The second after her voice fell, it shouted: “Meow.”

A sense of accomplishment is full, and the rose-tao is probing his hand: “Let me touch it, okay?”

Big strip: “…”

“Just agree.” She couldn’t help cheating.

“Meow.”

Syzygium was about to be transformed by this cold-faced cat, and she stroked its forehead like Xue Chengsu.

…

After half an hour, Cheng Su turned off the cooker hood and called her in the kitchen: “Syzygium.”

His voice became clearer this time, and Syzygium put aside the pillow in his arms, and also raised a voice in response: “Huh?”

“Where to eat, the coffee table or the dining table?”

Rose Tao: “It’s all okay.”

Cheng Su came out with a bowl of noodles in one hand: “Come to the table.”

“Oh.” Syzygium hurriedly put on the slippers and followed him.

Although the man’s complexion is comfortable, the bowl of noodles is steaming. She stopped at the table and asked, “Is it very hot.”

“Fortunately,” Cheng Su raised his chin slightly: “Sit down.”

Syzygium sat down hurriedly: “Yeah.”

Cheng Su handed her a pair of walnut chopsticks, wondering: “Why are you always so restrained.”

Syzygium is also very troubled: “I follow social etiquette more.”

“Be your own home.”

“what?”

“Be your own home.”

It’s not that Syzygium didn’t catch it clearly, but felt that this sentence was very ambiguous. It was an ordinary way of hospitality, but it also had a deeper meaning. For example, she had already assumed that she was a family member.

Forgive her shamelessly thinking too much, Rose Tao smirked.

But she didn’t ask much, just said “um”, and looked down at the small noodles on the table.

The man puts the plates very carefully, the oily pepper, the yellow peas, the green cabbage leaves are three parts of the world, the pepper noodles are dotted among them, the thick soup soaks the water surface, and the fragrance is delicious.

Da Tiao obviously smelled the scent too, and I didn’t know when he had already walked here, hovering around the belly of the table, rubbing their calves.

The rose apple clicked on the chopsticks twice, and his index finger moved in praise: “I feel like my bento map was the doorman’s axe.”

Cheng Su sat down opposite her: “It’s just a bowl of noodles.”

Pluck a few rose apples and taste them carefully.

Cheng Su asked, “Is it delicious?”

Syzygium: “It’s super delicious. It’s better than what I can eat in the Rongcheng store. I don’t know if it is delicious in the Shancheng store.”

Cheng Su didn’t say a word, and Ren smiled to his eyebrows.

He had been looking at her, and the rose apple had to eat a little bit, deliberately managing the expression, causing her face to become numb, she rubbed her forehead with one hand, and continued to **** the noodles.

Cheng Su thought she was sweating, so he smoked a piece and sent it over.

Syzygium stunned, and explained: “It’s not hot, it’s because you keep looking at me, I’m nervous.”

“Okay, I won’t look at it.” Cheng Su took out the phone.

Syzygium raised his eyes secretly, he really didn’t look at him anymore, his thumb was sliding, his nose had a nearly European-style stiff, but his upper eyelids were slightly wrinkled, and the tails of his eyes were classically long. The bitter court.

How long is it? Rose apple sighed.

Suddenly, the man glanced over, and rose Tao quickly bowed his head and smashed his face.

Cheng Su put down the phone and leaned his arm around the back of the chair: “You are allowed to see me, but I am not allowed to see you?”

Syzygium swallowed the last piece of noodles and muttered: “Who made me a famous double label in China.”

“Huh?” He pretended not to hear clearly.

Rose Tao’s voice raised slightly: “I am a well-known double label in China.”

“Oh,” Cheng Su paused, “I find that your voice is always very small.”

Rose Tao put his cheeks: “Because it doesn’t sound good.”

Cheng Su said, “Is there?”

Rose Tao: “Yes.”

“I do not think so.”

Syzygium accepted the words naturally: “The beauty is in your lover’s eyes.”

Cheng Suzuo’s enlightenment: “That’s it…”

Syzygium remembered the voice he had sent to himself for the first time: “I am a woman’s original voice is not as good as yours a man’s false voice.”

Cheng Su said: “Pseudo-tones are just hobbies, not practical.”

Rose Tao was curious: “How did you do it?”

Cheng Su: “Just make good use of your breath.”

Rose Tao put his hands together immediately, and went to the teacher on the spot: “Teach me how good is it, and I also want to make my voice better.”

Cheng Su raised his eyebrows: “Want to learn?”

“Yeah,” Symphony said, “My wish at the age of twenty-four is to bid farewell to my duck voice.”

Cheng Su: “Birthday is over this year?”

“Not yet, make a wish in advance.”

Cheng Su laughed.

“Come here.” He dragged a chair.

Syzygium sat down immediately.

Cheng Su stared at her: “Speak and listen.”

“say what.”

“Sure.”

“…”

“The sound is not natural,” he said. “You may be pushing too hard in your pharynx.”

Rose Tao listened respectfully: “How to improve.”

“Try to sigh.”

“Ugh.”

Cheng Su corrected: “It’s not alas, it’s a breath and a natural sigh.”

“Ugh…”

“By the way, now in this way of sighing, oh…”

“Oh.” She tried to follow the pattern.

Cheng Su paused: “Why are you so cute,” and then patiently demonstrated again: “Look at me, oh…oh…”

His voice was low, with a breathtaking sense of release, which was so subtle that the rose apples sounded warm.

Putting aside the yellow waste, the rose apple concentrates on studying, and try again: “Oh…”

“Yes, use your breath to drive your voice, relax your throat, and do it again.”

“Oh-“

“wrong.”

Syzygium’s head hurts: “It’s so difficult.”

“It’s a bit difficult for you,” Cheng Su thought for a while: “Do you know abdominal breathing.”

Syzygium’s eyes lit up: “I know this, it’s useful for fitness.”

Cheng Su nodded: “Well, will it?”

Syzygium: “…It seems to be, but it seems not to be good, mainly because I haven’t studied it seriously.”

“Like me, I slowly inhale gas, my breath sinks, and I feel my abdomen bulge.” Cheng Su finished speaking and showed her to her.

Rose apple followed.

“Touch your lower abdomen.”

Rose Tao’s mind didn’t turn around for a moment, and his hand covered the man’s abdomen and stuck it there.

“…”

Cheng Su was discouraged, and a low smile appeared in his chest, “You asked you to touch my abdomen?”

“…” After a short pause, Syzygium reacted, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and pressed her stomach, as if she was trying to push back those panic.

Cheng Su asked: “Do you feel it?”

There is a strong sense of retention in the palm, and the rose apple temporarily loses the ability to feel and think: “Huh?”

Cheng Suwan: “Do you have abdominal muscles?”

The author has something to say: This chapter will send you 100 red envelopes.

This chapter of the sound tutorial refers to some videos of station B