Chapter 186: Eat his dumplings

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"Well, you are coming, I know, I am at home."
Lu Yi's voice also reached Yan Huan's ear, and Yan Huan deflated his mouth, knowing who this was, the Lord came, and the Lord of Dry Food came.
She stood up, patted the folds on her clothes, and I was leaving.
Lu Yi looked at her like this for half a day, without saying much, not much.
Yan Huan didn't bother him. After all, his girlfriend was coming. She was really unsuitable here. She didn't want to be treated as a third.
She walked to the door, put on her good shoes, and went out, and behind her, there was the sound of the door closing. Suddenly, her nose was sore, and her tears fell off. She lifted her face, anyway. Unwilling to cry.
"Asshole Lu Yi, next time you want blood, I will definitely not give you, let you bleed and die," and she did not know that at this time, the door behind was closed, but the man was standing at the door So, she stared at her back for a long time, until she walked into the elevator, he opened the door again, then walked in and closed the door.
When Yan Huan entered the elevator, she wiped her tears forcibly, but she remembered that she had not pressed the elevator. The elevator had passed the thirteenth floor and was now descending quickly to the first floor.
When the elevator stopped, she had to press the fifteenth floor again, and she could only let the elevator go up once again. As a result, the elevator door was closed and opened again. The chilly woman, wearing a black suit, the oldest suit, the most rigid skirt, the whole person is cold, the hair is meticulously combed behind the head, and a huge black is on the face You can see the layers of circles from the angle of her glasses.
That old nun, Yan Huan is still familiar with this style. She looked vomited in her last life, and she will continue in her life. Is it impossible for her to change her dress for ten thousand years? Does she have no aesthetic fatigue?
She was looking at others, and of course they were looking at her.
Fang Zhu didn't frown, she didn't like the long and beautiful woman too much, but the words in front of her, the one that was too beautiful, was still young and beautiful, and of course the color on her body was too much. Some are short.
If Yan Huan knows that Fang Zhu said she is short, she will definitely hold people, she is short, where is she short, she is the standard height of Chinese people, good or not.
Besides, can an old nun wearing high-heeled shoes compare with the beautiful girl wearing flat shoes?
With a ding, the thirteenth floor arrived.
Fang Zhu went out, and the elevator door was closed, and at this moment, Yan Huan was like a gray and gray cock, and he pulled his head down, very unhappy.
Out of the elevator, she went back to her home. In the living room, Yi Ling touched her belly, and Xiaodou licked her paws, one person and one cat, and she became full or braced.
The plates on the table were empty, and there was no one left.
Yan Huan walked into the kitchen, and then brought out a small bowl of dumplings, which she left for herself. Since she wrapped it, she hadn’t eaten it yet.
When she brought the dumplings to the table at that time, the woman who was obviously full and satiated sat up instantly, her eyes staring at the small bowl, and the poor ones could count the dumplings.