Chapter 1965: On pins and needles
From last night to now, she hasn't eaten for a long time!
Now that the smell is tangy, the gluttonous insects are all hooked up.
Stretching comfortably, she got out of bed with her clothes on.
In the outer room, Feng Chenglin was sitting at the table. In front of him, there was a table of fine wines and delicacies.
"Fatty, you know me! Know that I'm hungry!"
At this moment, I remembered that she hadn't eaten. There was no one else except Feng Chenglin.
However, Feng Chenglin looked over with a strange expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "It's not me!"
"Ok??"
Ling Luoyu was startled, and the hand that was about to pinch the drumstick suddenly stopped.
"Not you?"
Not Fatty Wind, who else? !
Feng Chenglin did not make a sound, but looked in the direction of the kitchen.
Ling Luoyu only realized that there was cooking smoke coming out of the kitchen.
Obviously, a dude disciple like Feng Chenglin would never be able to cook.
But who could it be? ?
As soon as he opened his mouth in doubt, a person walked out of the kitchen door.
"Mo Xuanchen??!"
Ling Luoyu felt like a dog! !
This evildoer-can cook? ? !
With a bowl of soup in his hand, Mo Xuanchen rushed towards him, steaming hot.
"Get out of the way, I'm burning to death!"
Ling Luoyu quickly stepped aside, watching him put the hot soup down, still couldn't help but open his mouth, his face full of incredible.
"You... can you cook?"
She has known him for so long, how can she not know that he can cook? !
Mo Xuanchen smiled evilly and raised his lips: "Don't you know my past? Why don't you know that I can cook?!"
Ling Luoyu twitched the corners of his mouth. Without answering the words, he moved away automatically and walked to the table.
"These...you didn't do all this, right?!"
Feng Chenglin whispered: "Do you really believe it?!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuanchen glared at him: "Who is he?!"
The voice was full of jealousy, but under those eyes, there was a strong murder.
As if an answer is not satisfied, he can be seconded on the spot.
How dare Feng Chenglin offend him, for fear that Ling Luoyu would say something that irritated him and waved his hand quickly.
"I'm her assistant, who is responsible for arranging the acting...that...I'm a lunatic!!"
"Then what are you doing here?"
Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched: "...Well, I saw Master Luo didn't go to the theater in the morning, wondering if she was...sick, so I came to see..."
In fact, he came in the morning, but he noticed Mo Xuanchen's breath, so he obediently left.
I was thinking of coming over at noon, but who knew he was happily met again.
As soon as he saw him, Mo Xuanchen's eyes were wrong, and he seemed to want to cut him open to see what was inside, sulky and vicious.
Originally he was going to leave, but Mo Xuanchen would not allow him to leave at all!
He just let him sit there, watching him put the same kind of dishes on the table.
At this time, he finally understood what it means to be sitting on pins and needles.
Especially when Mo Xuanchen's eyes seemed to be aimed inadvertently, his cautious liver couldn't help shaking.
Mo Xuanchen now has no memory of him.
If it annoys him, he will slap him over if he doesn't keep the balance, and he will be reborn and be a human again!
Ling Luoyu's eyes wandered between Mo Xuanchen and Fengchenglin, and he let out a quiet cough.
"Why are you here?"
Feng Chenglin said bitterly, "I..."
"I didn't ask you!!"
