love without formula

Chapter 50 Will a star starve to death if left unattended? (2)

"Stop talking, I'll cook for you first. You can eat it later." After Yan Bi'er finished speaking, she was about to re-enter the room.At this time, he shouted to stop, and his eyes fell on the painting under her arm in doubt.

Before Bi'er could answer, he pulled it over, opened it and asked, "What is this?"

"That's... a painting." I'm a little uncertain, after all, I haven't opened it yet.

"This old woman doesn't even know if it's a painting. Could it be to steal it from someone..." He opened it and glanced at the expression on her face.

"It's stealing, it's a gift from someone, okay?"

"Send—" Feng Che froze when he glanced at the painting.Pursing her lips in displeasure, "Old woman, which lover gave this to you? It's so ugly..."

Yan Bi'er ignored him and put the vegetables into the house.Get your hands on dinner. "Boy, be careful what you say, don't talk nonsense about your lover, maybe one day, my true destiny will appear and hear it, what should I do if I scare you away?"

"The old woman has become a nympho, so it's up to you? Let's meet again in the next life!"

"Underestimate people, hehe. That's right, that Allen is pretty handsome today...hehe, it would be nice to be his girlfriend for a day." Thinking about the temperamental man, he glanced at the man in front of him, feeling empty There is really no comparison to a brat with a good skin but a real bandit.

"If you don't want to be a nympho, you still do it? Who is Aaron?"

"Hee hee, handsome and temperamental boy." She smiled appreciatively, and then deliberately looked Feng Che up and down with strange eyes, trying to get angry with him. "Well, no comparison."

Feng Che snorted softly, stopped talking, sat vigorously on the edge of the bed, threw the painting on the table, and sulked half lying on the bed.Yan Bi'er ignored him and concentrated on cooking.

She hasn't eaten yet, and she's also hungry.

Occasionally, he half-opened his eyes and peeked at her busy figure.When I can't see her, I feel very depressed, thinking about her all the time.I saw it, and when I heard what she said about the painter, Allen, I felt even more depressed.

This dead woman, who looks like a lovely and pitiful little girl, will definitely have a lot of luck.Thinking of this, he felt as if he had eaten a fly, and he couldn't get angry.

(End of this chapter)