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Cheng Xuran was wearing a loose white soft sweater with fair skin. She held her cell phone and replied slowly: "You want to buy green onions." 】

Song Yanqing: [? 】

Song Yanqing: [Do you eat onions? 】

Of course, Song Yanqing must be confused inside.

Cheng Xuran: [I forgot to buy it at the supermarket today. I need to add chopped green onions when cooking. 】

Song Yanqing paused and replied: [Big star, on such a festive day, are you sure you want to eat what I cook? It doesn’t match. 】

Song Yanqing is actually quite arrogant. He has been a genius since he was a child. He understands and rarely admits his shortcomings. Cheng Xuran read between the lines of his words and euphemistically read that the genius expressed that his cooking skills were not that good. At least not as good as outside.

Cheng Xuran: [I do it. It’s suitable to eat what you cook for fat loss. 】

Cheng Xuran cooks by herself every day, and rarely eats out when she is busy, except when she is with friends. Song Yanqing didn't charge her rent for living here, but it doesn't make sense, so Cheng Xuran paid it anyway. The price he gave was very low. It seems In terms of friendship, Cheng Xuran didn't know how he could contribute to him, but it was easy to bring him a dinner.

She happened to be worried that she always used too little when cooking alone. If she cooked too much, she would have trouble finishing it.

Song Yanqing: [I’m so skinny anymore. 】

Song Yanqing: [Forget it today, I will do it myself another day. 】

Today is for celebration, so that’s okay. Cheng Xuran replied: [I don’t want to drink porridge. 】Everything else is fine.

In the hospital, I had to drink enough porridge. My throat was broken and I couldn't eat anything else. Now that I was discharged from the hospital, Cheng Xuran lost interest in porridge for a short period of time.

Song Yanqing: [Turn your head, can I let you drink porridge? 】

BoFeng Technology.

Song Yanqing was wearing a Bluetooth headset in his left ear. He was leaning on the seat with his head raised casually. He had a sharp jawline, a white shirt, and a cup of coffee next to his hand: "Xing Jianshu."

"What's wrong, Brother Song, what's the problem?" Xing Jianshu asked nervously.

"Do you usually cook at home?"

"……""What?"

Song Yanqing is not the kind of young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers. He can do it, but he can only do it if he can finish it by himself, and he is too lazy to spend time on such things.

"Brother Song, don't be like this, I'm scared."

"Forget it, go back." Song Yanqing typed the code with smooth and strong fingers.

"What are you talking about?" Xia Yang came over curiously and asked.

Xing Jianshu chuckled: "Brother Song, are you going to K tonight?"

"Going to sing? I'll go, I'll go!"

"Your brother Song will definitely not go. Your brother Song is starting to fall in love with home."

"Ah?" Xia Yang's eyes were wide open, and the tiny fluff on his face looked like some kind of small animal, "Why?"

"Remember when your boss was hospitalized to save his high school classmate."

"I definitely remember."

"I'm staying at his house now." Xing Jianshu raised his chin.

"Ah?!" Xia Yang was shocked.

Song Yanqing couldn't bear to throw something over: "Why do you talk so much."

"No more, no more." Xing Jianshu was overjoyed and went back to continue working.

Song Yanliang held his mobile phone in his hand and responded to messages quickly. When his eyelashes were lowered, he cast a cold shadow on the side of his tall nose. His eyebrows were beautiful and his white shirt matched him best.

With a snap, he put down his cell phone, turned it upside down on the table, and then concentrated on writing programs. When he looked at the computer, he put a pair of half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His skin was white, and his face was resistant to beatings no matter what angle it was viewed from. He could carve a person's face at a glance. in life. (End of chapter)