Chapter 288: Kneeling keyboard, kneeling durian

Chapter 288 Kneeling Keyboard, Kneeling Durian
"Next time I ..."
Gu Nian almost blurted out ‘next time I ’ll make it for you’, and then braked in time.
In case this stupid person refuses, saying that he doesn't want to eat his cooking, it is too embarrassing.
"Next time I let Aunt Zhou make what you like."
After saying that, he immediately lifted up the insulated bucket in his hand. "The doctor said, you can't eat hard and irritating things these days, I ... cook porridge."
Hearing ‘my porridge’, Lin Yiqian's chin was almost startled.
"I pour it out for you."
"I'm not hungry, thank you."
That thank you made Gu Nianshen feel that they were thousands of miles away in an instant. He was holding the insulation barrel in his hands and watched Lin Yi shallow look indifferently approached.
Suddenly he was tense, and one hand was stretched out, but Lin Yichan had passed by him, and his hand was empty.
The heart also followed, an indescribable tension that made him involuntarily lift his heels up.
When he reached the bedside, Lin Yi shallowly bent down and sat down, Gu Nian was holding the insulation barrel deep, always felt that he should do something further, but did not know where to start.
"Lin Yi shallow ..."
He opened his mouth and shouted Lin Yiqian's name after a while. "I have to go to the company for a meeting. I have porridge here. How much do you eat?"
He obviously wanted to use a coquettish tone, but when he said it, it changed his taste and became an order.
Simply say nothing more, unscrew the lid of the insulation bucket directly, there is a sandwich in it is a bowl, he poured porridge into that bowl.
She wanted to raise her hands and glanced at Lin Yishu quickly. She closed her eyes and didn't intend to ignore him.
He put up his hands and put them back.
The sound of familiar footsteps drifted away, Lin Yichan opened his eyes.
Side face, squinting back view of the man leaving.
The door opened and closed, and an empty sense of loss struck the heart without warning.
I realized that she was n’t really angry. She should make it clear that she was n’t qualified to be angry, but she still wanted to confuse him.
she does not know.
Maybe he wanted him to give her a spoonful of porridge, or he brought it to her hand.
Lin Yichan thought, smirking.
Take your eyes back from the door and look at the thin white rice porridge on the bedside table.
How to do? Still want to stand up and drink.
...
On the rest chair in the corridor, Gu Nianshen had been holding his mobile phone for half an hour.
Keeping staring at a certain emotional forum, the post he sent: "My wife cooked last night. I do n’t know. I did n’t go home to eat. She may ... seems to be angry, the kind of coax. What should I do? ? "
The following pile of unreliable replies, none of them are suitable for him.
"Send a gift until she forgives you."
"Kneeling durian."
"Kneeling keyboard."
What is this and what makes him care about durian kneeling deep? Kneeling keyboard?
He refreshed and got a new reply.
Social Xiaoqiang: "Brothers, women's hearts are very fragile. I pay particular attention to these small details and small moods. My ex-girlfriend divorced me because I ignored these details. I feel you are cold."
Gu Nian's dark face brushed, and couldn't help going back: "You're cold, not only are your feelings cold, but you too must be cold."
After replying, he also opened the profile and reported the person.
Then look at the next one.
Sorrowful cousin: "What to do if my wife is awkward? Most of them are used to it, just drag it out and fight."
(End of this chapter)