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Su Yuren couldn't help laughing.

"No, it's a faint fragrance of grass."

Listening to Zheng Qingming's words, Su Yu laughed again.

He really didn't know that there was a smell of grass on his body.

"Thank you today, maybe we will meet in other places later, will I let you!"

Zheng Qingming looked at him with clear eyes, and said.

"let me……"

Su Yu smiled again.

"How do you know you will win?"

Su Yu asked.

Zheng Qingming looked at his expression, and he had guessed that the man in front of him was not a simple man.

He was not at all what he showed externally, what seemed gentle and harmless.

There should be a lion living in his heart.

"Let's wait and see!"

Zheng Qingming looked at him briefly.

Su Yu's eyes looked at her, and she was slightly deep.

"Ding Dong-the system prompts that Su Yu has a good impression of you +5, and now has a good impression of 35, and a good impression of Han Moli is 50."

Zheng Qingming heard the system prompts and remained unmoved.

She had already thought about how to get along with Su Yu.

For people like Su Yu... I don't know why, the feeling in my heart has become very strange.

"What happen to you guys?"

When Han Moli came in with the water, she just saw the two of them facing each other, the kind of affection in it made people feel painful for a while.

She calmed her emotions very quickly, and walked to them with a water glass.

"Clear your water!"

Then he sent the water glass to Zheng Qingming.

"thanks!"

Zheng Qingming took the water glass she handed over and drank all the water in one breath.

After drinking it all, she handed Han Moli the water cup again.

"Can you pour a glass of water for me?"

She asked aloud.

"Can!"

Han Moli gritted her teeth and said, looking at the lowly narrow eyes, a hint of sharpness flashed through.

"Let me go!"

At this time, Su Yu spoke in awe.

"Well, good!"

Han Moli smiled sweetly immediately, and passed the water glass in her hand to Su Yu's hand.

Su Yu took the water glass and went out.

Han Moli and Zheng Qingming were relatively speechless.

"Qingming...I use yours first before going up. It's really to help you. I really didn't expect that you can cook fried rice so well!"

Han Moli tried to make herself look very sincere.

"Ok."

Zheng Qingming replied boredly, seemingly dissatisfied with this.

"Do you... still don't believe me?"

In Han Moli's eyes, crystal tears gradually surged.

"Ok!"

Zheng Qingming still faintly replied, for her, she really did not believe or disbelieve.

Although the original owner is a waste and useless.

But Huang's father and daughter are not good people either.

When Han Moli saw that her oil and salt suddenly stopped entering, she didn't know what to say for a while, and she thought again that she liked talking to her father.

Ordinary is also very obedient to his father's words, when the time comes, let his father talk to her, it should be all right!

Han Moli thought of this, but she didn't want to continue talking nonsense with her.

She walked back to the sofa on one side and sat down.

Anyway, she is now third, and the third place still has some fame and some bonuses.