Quick travel strategy: crushing male god 36 styles

Chapter 290 Warm Mr. Lin (17)

"Good morning."

Lin Chaomu, who was found out about the secret relationship, didn't feel embarrassed at all, on the contrary, he smiled like a sneaky cat, lazily and elegantly.

"Early."

The voice of the first day of junior high school was obviously very lacklustre. She glanced at Lin Chaomu, and immediately turned her eyes elsewhere, for fear that if she took another look, she would be sucked into Lin Chaomu's eyes.

"Xiaoshu, I'm very happy."

Feeling a fluff stuffed into the neck, and the pain coming, the corners of Chu's eyes twitched, and he finally got used to Lin Chaomu's way of expressing happiness.

"Is Xiaoshu's breakfast still millet porridge?"

Looking over with Lin Chaomu's hand, he saw a translucent white porcelain bowl placed on the bedside table at some point. When Lin Chaomu's finger hit the porcelain bowl, he was immediately dazzled by this combination on the first day of the new year.

Lin Chaomu is very handsome, this can be seen from the memory of the original owner, but what others see is one thing, what he sees is another.

"What is Xiaoshu looking at?"

The warm spoon touched his lips, and he swallowed a mouthful of millet porridge without feeling it, and it had no taste.

Pulled back to his senses by the aroma of the food, Chuyi frowned and looked at the bowl of millet porridge in Lin Chaomu's hand. As Lin Chaomu fed more and more frequently, Chuyi's brows also became more and more wrinkled.

no taste!How could it be tasteless!

Even though Lin Chaomu didn't put sugar on purpose, the millet itself has a fragrance. Just smelling the taste already whetted the appetite in the first day of the lunar new year. Why does it taste like drinking plain water after eating it?
"Xiaoshu doesn't like it?"

Seeing that a bowl of millet porridge was about to bottom out, Lin Chaomu, who was addicted to eating, finally noticed something was wrong. He put down the spoon in his hand and looked nervously at the first day of the junior high school.

It has been five years, he has been a big man who has his own explosion system when he enters the kitchen, and his ten fingers do not touch the spring water. Now he can't say that his cooking skills are very good, but compared with five years ago, he is already very big. progress.

Is it really that bad?

I took a spoonful of porridge and put it into my mouth. The soft millet was paired with moderately sweet sugar. Just one bite could make people happy, but why didn't Xiaoshu like it?
Another mouthful of millet porridge was stuffed into his mouth, and Lin Chaomu touched Chuyi's mouth without thinking.

After pushing the porridge into Chuyi's mouth, seeing Chuyi's dull expression, Lin Chaomu smiled suddenly.

"What about this time? Is it delicious?"

good to eat!

Although I really don't want to admit it, and I didn't expect that Lin Chaomu would use this method to feed, but on the first day of the new year, I was surprised that the food that Lin Chaomu fed into his mouth seemed to really taste better.

First, after being touched by Lin Chaomu, there will be a warm feeling, and then I can't feel the cold, and now I can't taste the taste of food. Instead, Lin Chaomu will taste the food when he feeds himself. I didn't find anything in the first day. What a fool.

"Toilet, I'm still a dead man."

To be precise, Qin Shu was still a dead person, but because of a mission of her own, 'Qin Shu' was resurrected.

"Ding, the host is very smart."

The first day of the junior high school who was praised was not happy at all, because she found that Lin Chaomu seemed to be suppressing something, and he could throw herself down just waiting for her key to open the iron cage.

say something.

The fingers that were able to move just now were bent and straightened, Chu Yi cheered himself up from the bottom of his heart, and then he raised his head to meet Lin Chaomu's eyes, and slightly opened his delicious little mouth.

　I set the wrong time, and the two chapters were released together
　　
　
(End of this chapter)