"No." Rong Jiu hugged his neck and leaned over to rest his head on his shoulder. "Brother, I'm hungry too."
Serves you right.
Even though he was told he had no strength left, he still insisted on working from the afternoon to the evening.
Xu Jing now felt pain all over his body.
Especially my waist, it's been broken.
It’s true that young people have good physical strength. If you don’t go crazy during your youth, you won’t be living in vain.
"I'll order takeout and eat together."
Rong Jiu nodded, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
After succeeding, he smiled and scratched his neck unsatisfiedly.
When he was about to take further action, Xu Jing turned around and slapped him on the round buttocks.
"Be honest."
"Ah." Rong Jiu bit his lip, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.
After not getting any kisses or hugs, he could only snuggle in his arms and hug him like a pillow.
"What to eat?"
"Whatever." Rong Jiu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. "Just something light."
Eating spicy food makes his butt hurt, which will affect his performance.
"Then let's go with Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine."
Xu Jing ordered four-happiness meatballs, broccoli with garlic sauce, scrambled eggs with leeks, and a bowl of oyster mushroom and egg soup.
Forty minutes later, the takeaway call rang on time.
Xu Jing's steps were unsteady. He picked up a piece of clothing and put it on, then put on his shorts and staggered to open the door to get the takeaway.
“Ding Dong!”
"Hello, this is Shuituan Takeout." The guy in the yellow coat was startled when he saw a skeleton.
"Brother, you must learn moderation."
After handing the meal to Xu Jing, the delivery guy smiled meaningfully.
What the hell is moderation?
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