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Oh my god, it's a noble son!

This is obviously a foodie!

Also, ***, is he not afraid of burning his mouth?

What the **** is it that I blew it twice and then ate it.

Although at the evening meal, Wen Qingming had already seen his side.

To be honest, he really hasn't digested it yet, and looking at him like this at this time is really shocking.

But... this expression also changed for a while, and she continued to lower her head and began to eat.

I still know the lesson learned at noon.

In case this person is so mad with three hearts... even the small wontons in her bowl are not let go, that would be bad.

There is no communication between the two people.

There was only the sound of snoring and snoring eating, and the two people seemed to be in a game.

Originally, Wen Qingming just ate casually, but in the end, Wen Qingming was no longer silent.

The sample, I can't eat this, I can't eat him.

So, Wen Qingming continued to hula hula hula hula and began to eat.

In the end, the two people actually put down the bowl in their hands at the same time.

Wen Qingming glanced at the inside of Luo Chentian's bowl, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "How does this little master wonton taste?"

"It's OK!"

Luo Chentian raised his eyebrows slightly, and after saying such a short sentence, he got up and walked upstairs, completely unbridled.

"..."

Listening to Luo Chentian's words, Wen Qingming's heart was utterly collapsed.

My goodness, this guy...Say a few good things, so what?

In short, Wen Qingming's heart is very depressed.

She packed up the dishes and chopsticks, then walked out of the villa and walked to the garden on one side, leaning against the corner of the wall, where a large area of ​​rose flowers was planted.

The fiery red rose flower blooms very charmingly.

Under the moonlight, fragrance was slowly revealed.

The construction of this villa is also very in the style of an English castle, and there are clusters of brilliant roses growing around the corners.

In this kind of blurred night, there is indescribable bewitching.

Seeing all this in front of him, the disgust in Wen Qingming's heart added another layer.

Rose flower, ancient castle... I thought of the soul lodging again inexplicably.

When I think of the soul lodging, I will think of all that again.

She frowned slightly, she didn't even have the heart to take a walk.

He quickly returned to his room, brushed his teeth, fell asleep on the bed.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Qingming opened his eyes and checked the time. It was already six o'clock.

She got up, put on a wash, continued wearing her nightgown and went down.

She wears clothes and doesn't like to restrain herself, especially at home, so her inner-clothing is that kind of non-marking inner-clothing, even if it is worn to sleep, it is nothing.

Nightdress is also that kind of home, let alone at home, even if you wear it out for a walk, there is no pressure.

So Wen Qingming was wearing this pajama at this time, and went down to make breakfast without anyone else.

She boiled a pot of white porridge, cut a bit of pickles, cooked two eggs, and made a cage of rolls.

This was just set up and placed on the dining table.

She saw the stairs, and there were voices.

Then he saw Luo Chentian's elegant posture and appeared in front of her.