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Chapter 389 Is it from kindergarten (1)

Wan Chuyi was full of doubts, "What's going on?"

And no one is chasing her, running so fast to reincarnate?

Song Ao walked last, looking at her panicked back, his sword eyebrows twisted into a mark.

Breaking into the house first, Ling Beibei went straight to the kitchen.

She called out in a low voice, "Qiao Luo, help the world."

Qiao Luo looked up, glanced at the Erguotou in her hand, and chuckled, "You really bought it?"

"Oh, don't laugh at me." Ling Beibei showed helplessness, and begged, "If they ask about this bottle of wine later, you just say that you need it for cooking, and you can do me a favor. "

If the black sister and the others knew why she bought the Erguotou, they would laugh until her face turned yellow.

Qiao Luo heard the sound of the door, and smiled knowingly, "Got it."

Ling Beibei breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stuffed Erguotou into the refrigerator, as if throwing a piece of hot potato.

Preparing hot pot is much easier than cooking rice. Everyone takes out the ingredients and washes them together.

Song Ao glanced at Qiao Luo and the others, and walked to Ling Beibei without any trace.

"What do you buy Erguotou for?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Ling Beibei came back to his senses.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, the man stood beside her at some point.

He lowered his head, and the shoulders of the two barely touched each other.

Ling Beibei quickly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and prevaricated, "Didn't I tell you, Qiao Luo asked me to buy it, and I need it for cooking."

Song Ao picked the vegetable leaves, his black eyes swept across her flushed ears, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his lips.

"I don't think you need Erguotou to eat hot pot, right?"

She doesn't know how to make drafts when she lies. Since she was a child, whenever she told a lie, her ears would turn red. Maybe she hasn't discovered this little habit.

Ling Beibei's heart tightened, and she tried to steady her voice, "How do I know, anyway, Qiao Luo asked me to buy it, so I bought it."

Afraid that he would continue to ask questions, she added another sentence, "If you don't believe me, you can ask her."

After the words fell, Wan Chuyi's voice came over, "Bebe, take this and wash it too."

Ling Beibei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly fled from his side.

Song Ao tilted his head, looking at the back of her fleeing with deep eyes, always feeling that something was wrong.

After a while, the ingredients were washed and served.

Considering that everyone has different tastes, the hot pot is prepared with mandarin duck pot.

"It's a pity to eat hot pot without wine." During the meal, Wan Chuyi couldn't help sighing again.

"There is a bottle of Erguotou in the refrigerator, if you want to drink, you can only drink that." The third sister joked.

Wan Chuyi curled his lips, "Forget it, I'll drink it another day when I'm free."

As she spoke, she raised her eyes to look at the woman diagonally opposite, and said with a smile, "Qiao Luo, I heard that Young Master Long has a lot of good wine. On the day of the celebration banquet, bring me a case."

Qiao Luo hooked his lips and readily agreed, "One box per person is enough."

Hearing this, Wan Chuyi had a smile on his face, "That's interesting."

Song Ao glanced at the tomato slices in Ling Beibei's bowl from the corner of his eye, and frowned, "Don't you hate tomatoes the most?"

She has been absent-minded since she was on the table just now. What's the matter?
"Huh?" Ling Beibei was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down at the tomatoes in the bowl, there was an undisguised disgust on his face.

"Why did you pick up tomatoes for me?"

Song Ao laughed angrily, "Ling Beibei, where did your soul go just now? When did you see me picking up tomatoes for you?"

He didn't find a good reason to blame him, and just kept talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Ling Beibei laughed awkwardly, and quickly picked up the tomatoes from the bowl.

"I was thinking about something just now, and I didn't pay attention."

"It's just your brain, how can you still think about things?" Song Ao smiled, and tried calmly, "Could you be thinking about some man?"

Ling Beibei curled her fingertips, then reached out to hit him as usual, and said with a dry smile, "What nonsense are you talking, eat your food."

Witnessing their fights, Wan Chuyi has long been used to it, and joked, "Song Ao, don't bully Beibei as an old hand. If they call you brother, I don't know how to make you a little girl."

Song Ao's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "I don't know who is bullying whom."

It was clear that the two of them bullied one of him, two against one every time, and even accused him of bullying others.

Besides, who cares that she calls him brother.

Thinking of this, there was a slight glint in his eyes.

"hiss--"

Taking a breath of air, Ling Beibei's face flushed red.

"Hiss, this chili is so spicy."

She pursed her lips, and the corners of her eyes leaked water.

What is hot crying, she finally understood.

"Drink this."

A bottle of yogurt was handed over, and Ling Beibei was so hot that she reached out to take the yogurt, biting the straw and drinking it.

Song Ao frowned, took out a tissue and handed it to her, and said in a heavy tone, "If you don't know how to eat spicy food, you can still eat it hard, you're stupid."

Listening to his stern tone, Ling Beibei's heart felt sour.

It's not because of him that she's uneasy, he's good enough to call her stupid.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and she stuffed the unfinished yogurt back into his hand, her hoarse voice contained a hint of sobs, "I just like spicy food, I want you to take care of it."

The harmonious atmosphere froze, revealing a strange embarrassment.

Wan Chu glanced at Song Ao, then turned to look at Ling Beibei, and smoothed things over, "What's the matter with you two, it's uncomfortable if you don't argue for a day, don't you, hurry up and eat, stop making trouble."

The third sister chimed in, "This beef is good, Beibei, you should try this."

Ling Beibei lowered her head, depressed, and nodded absently.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wan Chuyi kicked Song Ao's foot and gave him a wink.

However, Song Ao remained silent.

He suppressed the emotion on his face, picked up the cup and drank the cold drink.

Obviously, both of them are angry.

Wan Chuyi was speechless.

What are these two families talking about, just mixing a few sentences, can they be so angry?

Is it from kindergarten?

At the whole dinner table, only Qiao Luo was the calmest.

They quarrel with them, but she still eats and drinks in front of her melon-eating crowd.

Gu Jing Wubo's cold eyes swept over the angry two people beside him, and a narrow smile flashed in the depths.

Sure enough, it's still interesting to watch other people's plays.

The atmosphere at the table has been deadlocked, and Wan Chuyi feels uncomfortable eating.

She glanced at the two opposite people with resentment, and forced her to use her trump card.

She stood up suddenly and walked towards the kitchen without a word.

"First day of junior high school, what are you doing?" Third Sister wondered.

There was no response, and soon, Wan Chuyi came out of the kitchen, still holding the Erguotou that Ling Beibei bought not long ago.

For them, there's nothing a glass of wine can't fix.

The third sister held her forehead, "What are you doing with this?"

"Drink." Wan Chu said as he opened the bottle cap.

"Didn't you say you won't drink today?"

"That was just now, who made the two of them quarrel, and they are so stubborn that they don't listen to persuasion at all." Wan Chuyi glanced at Song Ao and Ling Beibei, and said pointedly.

(End of this chapter)