At such a happy moment, Tang Jing still understood her the best.
[My treasure is awesome! I've prepared some spicy noodles and your favorite snail rice noodle!]
That’s right, Tang Jing, whose foot has recovered, has moved back to her own home.
Tang Jing was very thoughtful and even attached pictures.
Looking at the spicy strips and snail noodles in the picture, Shen Zhenzhen swallowed her saliva and wanted to eat them right now!
[My daughter Jingjing is still the best to me. I will go to your house after get off work tomorrow. By the way, is my singing bad? o(╥﹏╥)o]
[How could that be? My precious singing is the most infectious! I'll get angry with anyone who dares to say your singing is bad (except for Master San, I really can't beat him). See you tomorrow, love you (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～]
[╭(╯^╰)╮He said my singing was terrible. Oh no, he said that listening to me sing would give him a heart attack.]
[O(∩_∩)O Haha~ I didn't expect San Ye to be so humorous. Tomorrow I'll prepare a family-style snail noodle dish for you, Zhenbao.]
[The one with pig's trotters?]
【A must have! 】
[Then we have to have a drink at least? ]
How about I arrange some white peach flavored wine for you?
[Very good (?′?‵?) I L???????]
After closing the dialog box, Shen Zhenzhen put her phone on the bedside table and turned around, seeing Feng Xijue with his back to her.
She made a face at the man's back, and Feng Xijue turned around and looked at her.
How embarrassing! But as long as she isn't embarrassed, then it's others who are embarrassed.
So, Shen Zhenzhen made another face and snorted coldly, "I hate people who say my singing is bad."
Then, she didn't sleep on the bed, but on Feng Xijue's body.
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