Chapter 8: Hug one

When Gong Xiaoqiao just walked out of the bar, he was blown away by the oncoming cold wind and was slamming into the deep arms of Gu Xing.
"Oh, it’s so cold..."
When I came, it was still good. How could it be windy and raining at the moment? There was air conditioning inside. Everyone wore a special summer, but I didn’t feel it at all.
Gong Xiaoqiao was so cold that he had to tremble with his upper and lower teeth. In contrast, he was wearing a thin black shirt. He didn’t even wrinkle his brows. It was a metamorphosis.
"Cold?" Gu line is squatting
She entered the car and turned on the heater.
"The winter is here again." Gong Xiaoqiao complained with languidness, and he wanted to hibernate when it was cold.
"So the dormitory locks the door so late." Gu Xing opened the car and asked casually.
"Ok."
"Go to my sleep?"
"No, I can turn the window."
"Don't you say that you have tied a bad dog?"
"Nonsense, is the cutest."
"..."
Xiao Qiao received a calm call when the car was about to open to the school gate.
"Little Joe, have you got off work?"
"Well, on the way back."
"Oh, then don't come back. The class guide caught the window tonight!"
"..."
Finally, Gong Xiaoqiao still returned to the apartment.
"Gu Xingshen, I am hungry, give me a bowl of noodles!"
Gu Xingshen's craftsmanship is very good, but it is easy to not cook, and the estimate that calls him to cook is also a faceless palace.
"what is the benefit?"
Gong Xiaoqiao pulled out a stack of cards out of the drawer. "Old rules, just pick."
Gu Xing snorted and took a flip, "Massage card, ten minutes. Housekeeping card, one day. Running leg card, once. Singing card, one song. Blocking the arrow card, once... from the age of three to the present It’s really not creative.

Gu Xing was deeply eager to lean back on the sofa.
In order to stay up late, Gong Xiaoqiao sighed diligently. "Where is there no creativity? What do you want, add it yourself!"
"Really?"
"Well! I have always been very democratic." Gong Xiaoqiao generously handed him an empty card and a pen.
"You don't have to add it, you can add it back." Gu Xing deeply looked at her.
"I lost?"
"Little Joe baby to the deep brother's kiss one, Xiao Qiao baby to the deep brother's hug, Xiao Qiao baby to give ..."
"Stop and stop!" Gong Xiaoqiao glanced at him with anger and anger. "That... it was good to play when I was young! Of course, I can't be so naive when I grow up."
Rely on! Gu Xing's thoughts on her body goose bumps!
"I don't think so." Gu Xingshen looked quite enjoyably at her face flushed.
"Because you are abnormal!"
Gong Xiaoqiao slammed the door and fled into the bathroom.
Looking at her back, there was a trace of desolateness in Gu Xing’s throat.
When Miyako was washed out, Gu Xing was rolling up her sleeves and wearing a pink apron she bought at the supermarket last night in the kitchen.
Gong Xiaoqiao immediately smiled and wrapped a blanket group at the dinner table, waiting for the deep feeding.
Gu Xing deepened a large bowl of noodles, really a big bowl.
"The man who cooks is the most attractive!" Gong Xiaoqiao pulled the big bowl of noodles to himself, not forgetting to ask for a few words.
"Still happy at home!"
"Then come back to live." Gu line took off the apron and walked to her side to sit down.
"No." Gong Xiaoqiao cheerfully opened the meal.
"why?"
"No reason." Gong Xiaoqiao knows that any reason will be rejected by his abnormal logic, so there is no way to win. 2k novel reading network