Please, Lord God

"What are you happy about?" Bai Haoyu was puzzled.

"Nothing, just a knot in one's heart. I feel comfortable crying in my heart." Bai Shan, with that, took the rag and began to clean happily.

Bai Haoyu sometimes felt that Bai Shan was neurotic, and it was hard to talk to her again. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of another problem.

"Ah, I heard you called a girl to work here?" Bai Haoyu said curiously.

Bai Shan thought about it. Did Bai Haoyu say it was Luo Xi“ Yes! What's the matter? "

"It's OK. I think it's good. Since I'm your friend, I'll treat it well." Bai Haoyu's mouth showed a ghost smile, with a romantic.

"You... Bai Haoyu, you have a girlfriend now." Bai Shan looked at Bai Haoyu and knew what he wanted to do?

"I know, you, my girlfriend, how could I forget? You are so beautiful. " Bai Haoyu pinched Bai Shan, who was angry. He put on his lips and pretended to be coy. He was really pitying.

"Just know." Seeing Bai Haoyu go, Bai Shan throws a rag angrily and looks at Bai Haoyu's back. Originally, today's happy thing, how does Bai Shan feel like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

"I can deal with Su Xiaoxiao, but I can also deal with another woman..." Bai Shan looked at Bai Haoyu's back, bit her teeth and said angrily.

In the kitchen, Ben Qing, a rare cook, is very busy in the kitchen

"How come now I want to be a housewife, and take care of patients, the focus is still two, I really... Ah..." Benqing looked at the hot chicken soup in the pot, and swallowed.

With a gust of wind, the smell of chicken soup floated to the second floor. Su Xiaoxiao, who had not eaten all day, was already hungry. The temptation of chicken soup was too strong.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had been sleeping very shallow, could not bear the smell of chicken soup. Her long eyelashes blinked and slowly opened her eyes. With the fragrance getting stronger and closer.

"You scared me." As soon as Ben Qing turned around, he saw Su Xiaoxiao looking at the chicken soup in his pot with a hungry face.

"It's mainly because you make it so good." Su Xiaoxiao now only wants to instinctively solve his own physiological problems. He has no spirit and physical strength to think about other things, including Liu Chenyi.

"Sit down at the table and I'll serve you a bowl right away." Benqing looks at Su Xiaoxiao as if she is driven by instinct. She looks as if she has no soul, just like a walking corpse, so she doesn't dare to let her go.

"Thank you very much." Su Xiaoxiao nodded politely. Her expression didn't change much. Then, like a child, she sat at the dining table, waiting for the teacher to send her meal.

A bowl of hot chicken soup, put in front of Su Xiaoxiao, looking at the bowl full of chicken, delicious, Su Xiaoxiao impolitely started.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's gobbling, Benqing didn't know what to say when he wanted to stop or say something, but he felt some remorse and heartache in his heart.

"Finished." Su Xiaoxiao looked at the bowl that he had drunk to the last drop, and he was still in the mood.

"I'll give you another bowl." This Qing understood Su Xiaoxiao's meaning, also very consciously carried the bowl,.