Grandpa Lu's little cutie is super sweet

Chapter 445

The more indifferent he was, Gu Youxia felt as if a cat's paw was scratching her heart.

Absolutely wrong!

"Brother, just tell me, I promise not to tell my parents!"

Gu Yuanting: "The oil is hot, stay away."

He threw the shrimps in, Gu Youxia subconsciously took two steps back, but still persisted in asking:

"Brother, am I going to have a sister-in-law?"

Gu Yuanting raised his eyes, "Do you care about this?"

"Yeah, if you really have a girlfriend, then it would be better for me to move out... Hehe, don't worry, I've gained experience through CP, and I won't bother you guys!"

Gu's father and mother are very busy, and they don't go home all year round, so they leave Gu Youxia to Gu Yuanting's care.

But Gu Youxia has long thought that if her elder brother falls in love or gets married, she will move to live with her grandparents, or grandparents, so as to leave space for her elder brother and sister-in-law to be alone.

"I don't have a girlfriend." Gu Yuanting was frying the shrimp, his forearm muscles were smooth, and the back of his hand was slightly bulging. "I don't plan to look for it. I'm too busy with work, and looking for it will also delay others."

He spoke so seriously that Gu Youxia was momentarily stunned.

"Ah, is that so..." Could it be that Master Huo who planted flowers made a mistake?

Do not……

There is another possibility, that is——

The person the elder brother likes is himself!

Customize a unique little flower for yourself, abstinence on the outside and narcissism on the inside, seems a little cute?

Gu Youxia jumped onto the sofa and giggled by herself.

Gu Yuanting: "..." I'm afraid I'm a fool.

He moved quickly, and quickly prepared three dishes and one soup, beef tenderloin with pepper, sweet and sour shrimp, boiled vegetables, and a tofu soup with three delicacies.

Gu Youxia ran to serve the food, and even pulled up a chair for Gu Yuanting, dog-legged: "Brother, you sit down."

Gu Yuanting's demeanor is dignified and calm, he chews his food slowly, without rushing.

Gu Youxia is an anti-example, she doesn't look ugly when she eats, but her speed is extremely fast, her mouth is sweet, and she can boast different rainbow farts in every dish.

On weekdays, people who flatter Gu Yuanting are like crucian carp in the river. He has always just flattered his ears, but Gu Youxia's rainbow fart...he likes it very much.

"Oh my god, what kind of fairy brother am I? It's not enough to be amazingly handsome, even cooking is so delicious... Brother, with your cooking skills, even the shabu-shabu water must be better than others!"

Gu Yuanting's eyes were full of smiles, "I can't stop you from eating, eat slowly, no one will grab you."

"Hey, I'm used to it."

When Gu's mother opened up overseas markets before, she took her abroad to study, but it was difficult to spend a few days with her in a month, and she was often hungry and full.

She herself has a big heart, and she just gets by in a daze, but she has developed a habit of eating too much and very fast when she has food.

Later, I lived with my eldest brother, and the trouble of being hungry was gone, but eating quickly became a habit, and I couldn't correct it.

After dinner, Gu Youxia took the initiative to wash the dishes, while Gu Yuanting fiddled with the newly bought bunches of flowers.

He has always been a very patient person. Awakening flowers, pruning branches, arranging flowers... every step is pleasing to the eye.

Gu Youxia's room has never broken a flower, she leaned over, "Which one is for me?"

The eldest brother will help her to match it every time, which is very worry-free.

Gu Yuanting pointed to a vase, with sunflowers as the main flower material and baby's breath.

Gu Youxia: "Looks good, looks good! Brother, you are so outstanding!"

She didn't know that the flower language of sunflower is——

There is no one else in sight, and you are everywhere.When you are there, you are the sun, and I can't take my eyes off it. When I am without you, I bow my head and see no one.

...

The language of flowers comes from the Internet.

(End of this chapter)