Song Yiyi smiled, "Cen Yue, if you become a chef, you can also make a name for yourself!"
Just cook the sweet and sour spareribs and eat them.
The vinegar-fried shredded potatoes have different flavors.
But as she ate, she realized something was wrong: there was vinegar in every dish on the table.
Cen Yue can't eat spicy food, but he is very jealous.
Song Yiyi said nothing and ate all the food on the table.
After dinner, she cleaned up the dishes on her own initiative.
When she entered the kitchen and her hands were about to dip into the water, Cen Yue grabbed her by the back of the neck and pushed her out of the kitchen.
"Go talk to Da Zhuang for a while. Don't let him sleep right after eating. If he gets any fatter, there will be problems."
Song Yiyi also agreed with Cen Yue's point of view.
Plus, I didn't have to wash dishes, so I gladly accepted the order.
She found a way to make a simple cat toy, but Dazhuang and the other cats were unmoved by it.
I couldn't bear to move my eyes even once.
Song Yiyi squinted her eyes and looked down. When Dazhuang was lying on the ground, he was the same size as a gas tank.
It rained all night.
When Song Yiyi woke up the next day, there was no one beside her.
She raised her hand with difficulty but quickly gave up.
last night...
Even though she was as thick-skinned as she was, she still blushed at the thought.
After sleeping in the same bed for two days, Song Yiyi concluded that Cen Yue might not have made a move on her because he felt he was not familiar with her and needed to get to know her better.
So last night she let down her guard against Cen Yue.
But this person didn't play by the rules at all. She was still squatting in the corner teasing Dazhuang when Cen Yue came in.
With a clear goal in mind, he picked up the little fat boy and sent him out.
Before Song Yiyi could react to what he was doing, Cen Yue closed the door and cast a burning gaze on her.
She felt an inexplicable chill on her neck.
"What are you doing?"
Song Yiyi shrank towards the big cushion, wishing she could lie down on it herself.
Cen Yue walked to the bed and sat down, raising his eyelids and said calmly, "You shouldn't even ask me. I'm here to collect the debt."
Sure enough, there was no food to eat.
The knife hanging over your head finally fell.
Song Yiyi, on the contrary, felt relieved. She stood up, walked over, and pushed Cen Yue down.
She was surprised that she had so much strength.
There was a 'meow' 'meow' sound coming from the door.
Along with it, there was the sound of claws scratching on the door.
Song Yiyi looked at Cen Yue who was lying there motionless, thought for a second, and then left.
She picked up Dazhuang's nest, opened the door and sent him out.
Da Zhuang saw the door open and was about to step in when there was a 'bang' and the door dodged before he could react quickly.
Song Yiyi turned around again, and the lights in the room suddenly went out.
The arm that stretched out around her waist was strong and powerful, and she could hear the hot breath next to Song Yiyi's ear.
She was trapped between the door and Cen Yue.
The next second, a scorching hot kiss fell, and every breath was filled with a sense of aggression.
"Open your mouth."
In the darkness, the tone of voice was lingering and sad, and the breathing became a little faster.
The temperature of the skin when it comes into contact with the air is both hot and cold.
Song Yiyi couldn't help but shrink back.
Soon he was shackled.
He placed his palm on the back of her neck and squeezed it gently, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly.
Song Yiyi thought vaguely, before coming to Cen Yue... he showed some mercy...
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