Chapter 721: Written by the great **** of the friend pit 28

sunlight.
Flowers.
beauty.
Chu Mu originally wanted to call her, somehow, opened his mouth, did not speak.
He stood quietly at the door of the study, looking at this quiet and beautiful scene, as if there were any invisible things that slowly penetrated into his heart.
It was Azhao who first discovered him.
She straightened her body and looked back at him: "Is it finished?"
Chu Mu nodded.
Azhao walked over to him and said, "Are we going out to eat today?"
Chu Mu heard the thoughts of her thoughts.
He smiled and said: "What kind of food is pushed again?"
This astronomical literature boss from the future is very good to support.
The life of a full-time author is simple, simple and even boring.
Chu Mu also likes absolute silence when writing things, and is not willing to be disturbed.
A Zhao is here alone and should be very boring.
It’s just that even Chu Mu couldn’t think of it, so she could be alone.
Prepare her to drink and drink every day. If there is an update, I will be satisfied.
However, Azhao has recently developed a new hobby.
She has paid attention to a number of food public numbers in J City, which will regularly push a variety of classic or innovative dishes of local J city.
When Chu Mu has time, she will take him along the public number to guide a place to run, to taste the food.
Some are really good, some are used to it.
In general, Chu Mu likes it in such a day.
He used to think that he was a very "independent" person, and he could endure loneliness and even enjoy a person's life.
But now, there are individuals living in the same house with him. In their leisure time, the two went to the streets of the city to taste the taste of life.
It is also a very interesting thing.
Azhao’s eyes are bright:
What season is it?

Chu Mu: "Autumn."
Azhao nodded: "Yes, autumn! It is a good time to eat crabs. It is said that the crab-like building on Linjiang Street, a new batch of good hairy crabs, delicious and delicious, delicious to swallow the tongue. , we are at noon today..."
Chu Mu took the words very well: "Go eat crabs."
Azhao heard the words and laughed.
The two were not far away, Chu Mu looked at her eyes bent into two beautiful crescents, neat beards lined with bright lips, my heart soft.
"Eat something, so happy?"
A Zhao looked at him and nodded seriously: "I like to eat with people I like, and of course I am happy."
the person I like?
Chu Mu breathed a stagnation.
He rarely showed a trace of tension and embarrassment, watching A Zhao: "You..."
A Zhao secretly smiled.
She seems to have just reacted, and quickly said: "Ah, don't misunderstand. I just had no other meaning in that sentence, that is, you are my favorite author, and the person who likes it means this."
Chu Mu: "...oh."
Suddenly he was a little sullen: Is it so anxious to explain that he is afraid of misunderstanding?
He looked at A Zhao again, the little girl's eyebrows were beautiful, the smile was sweet, there was no embarrassment and embarrassment, and she looked very heartless.
Sure enough, just that sentence is just an unintentional language.
Suddenly he was somewhat embarrassed and found an excuse to leave: "I am going to write a new book outline, we go out to eat at eleven."
"Okay."
Chu Mu did not see, the little girl who had no heart and lungs, smiled behind her like a stolen kitten.