Chapter 35 Small Face

Mishu was stunned.

So...is that your own pajamas?

Is it your ugly pajamas that you once wanted to use as a rag?

How can it... shine on him?

Well, the glow is indeed a little exaggerated, but Mishu thought that the designer who designed this unfailable pajamas will definitely have a regretless desolation in his life when he sees his work wearing this evil body...

Situ Yin belongs to the designer's favorite figure, thin but upright. The simple and featureless pajamas looked lazy and indescribably sexy on him. Because of the shower, the water in his hair slipped down his neck, which made Mishu's throat dry.

She instinctively swallowed the saliva that did not exist at all, and realized that it was impolite for her to stare at him like this, so she quickly lowered her head and stopped looking at him. Such charming eyes were really lethal.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Even if he lowered his head and didn't look at him, the fragrance from his body after taking a shower was pervasive. Damn it, the roses that usually smelled was so comfortable. Why is it so suffocating now?

"Well, I washed the shirt by the way. Is there a dryer? I can change it when I go back."

Well, this is still a good man who loves cleanliness and diligence. Compared with himself... the clothes that can be washed a day later will definitely be kept until the day after tomorrow.

"Oh, okay." Mishu replied mechanically.

"Goo." Mishu, who hasn't eaten all day, cried uncomfortlessly at this time. She touched her stomach shyly. At this time, it was time for dinner. Why didn't the damn Shu Yuanyuan come back...

Situ Yin said nothing. He bypassed Mishu and went straight to the kitchen. The kitchen of the small house was also very narrow. The refrigerator was placed in the living room. Situ Yin turned over the kitchen for a long time, and finally opened the refrigerator to have a look.

Then summed up a sentence indifferently,

"Has your family been swept away?"

Well, if this is a cold joke, then you can cooperate and smile.

Mi Shu grinned and touched his head awkwardly. Situ Yin took out a tube of noodles from the refrigerator like a trick. Mi Shu has not liked noodles since he was a child, but there was still a tube at home. Shu Yuanyuan liked it. When Mi Shu was not at home, Shu Yuanyuan cooked a noodles to send himself. Seeing him take out the noodles and walked to the kitchen, Mi Shu rushed over,

"Eh-h."

At this moment, he was excited and forgot that he was a wounded patient. A nerve in his buttocks was involved again. His feet were crooked and he was about to fall down. Situ Yin's eyes were quick, holding his face in one hand and holding him with one hand. This time, the two staggered their mouths reflexively at the same time, for fear that the tragedy that happened today would happen again. It's staggered, but it still can't escape the ambiguous fate...

Mishu's head was properly placed on Situ Yin's shoulder, and Situyin's head was also slightly above Mishu's temples. Originally, Situyin was much taller than Mishu, but because he held the face in the other hand, in order to catch her better, he half squatted and caught her with his body.

This time, Mishu's face turned red again, because - she smelled the damn rose and smelled good...

His warm body temperature was transmitted to himself through his thin pajamas, and his heart beat faster without exception.

It's not that she has no experience of close contact with men. In the past, when she was with Xie Junjie, she often leaned on his back, and the sweetness between lovers was permeated, but Xie Junjie's shoulder would only give him a sense of security. Every time he leaned on his shoulder, Mishu would want to sleep, and this guy's shoulder, for What, it's so blushing and heartbeat.

She quickly pushed him away, like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head and was at a loss. In fact, she didn't want him to see her tomato-like red face.

Situ Yin still has that indifferent expression,

"Are you born with physical imbalance?"

This time, Mishu's head was buried lower. She recognized the ridicing in his words and muttered by mosquitoes.

"I didn't mean it."

Looking up and finding that he was already busy in the kitchen, Mishu remembered to tell him,

"How embarrassing to ask you to cook for me? At least you are also a guest."

There was no answer. They turned on the gas, washed the pot, and prepared to boil water. Mi Shu's head was so big that she had to tell the truth.

"I don't eat noodles."

He in the kitchen was stunned, and then continued his business. It seemed that whether she liked it or not had nothing to do with her. Mishu no longer had a hot face against her cold buttocks, curled her lips, and went back to the living room crookedly. She remembered that he had just asked herself about the dryer, so she went to the toilet to wash him. Dry a good shirt.

What a warm scene, a man cooking in the kitchen and a woman ironing clothes for a man.

A strange feeling suddenly crossed my heart like a meteor.

When the clothes were dried, the noodles were just ready. Situ Yin came out with two bowls and put them on the table. Seeing that Mi Shu helped him dry the clothes, he said something like "thank you" in a muffled voice.

Mishu just smiled and secretly slandered himself. He was really a twisted man.

Situ Yin motioned Mi Shu to come to eat noodles. Mi Shu sat opposite him, but just put his hand on the table and shook his head.

"Eat it. I've resisted this kind of thing since I was a child."

Situ Yin no longer persuaded him. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat by himself. Mi Shu dragged her cheeks to watch him eat, thinking that if Shu Yuanyuan came back at this time, he really jumped to the Yellow River and couldn't wash it. A strange man wore his pajamas and ate at their house...

But I didn't continue to think about it, because the stomach screamed disobediently. Mishu was really hungry. Even if she was hungry, she had to endure watching others eat deliciously. It was really more uncomfortable than killing her.

"Try it, you will like it."

Mishu knew that he was giving her a step, so she picked up her chopsticks and put a noodle in her mouth. The next second, her eyes widened...

To be honest, although I expected that a maid's son is naturally good at cooking, no matter how good the cooking is, it is impossible for her to have a good impression on a food that has been hated for more than 20 years, right?

How to say? However, a bowl of ordinary chopped green onion noodles actually has an impulse that makes people want to cry. Why doesn't Shu Yuanyuan make it so good?

Are you hungry? In a word, in front of delicious food, Mishu did not care about his image and swallowed it.

The corners of Situ Yin's mouth showed an imperceptible smile.

It's really exciting to have a thousand years of facial paralysis.

Situ Yin ran to the toilet to change his clothes and said to Mi Shu,

"I'm leaving."

Before he could answer, he opened the door and left by himself. Before Mishu could even say goodbye, he had already left. The idiot Mishu suddenly realized a very serious problem, a very serious problem - she didn't know his name yet.

A person who kissed twice, hugged twice and had dinner together in a day, she didn't even know his name...

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The dusty Shu Yuanyuan finally came back and saw her face full of spring. Mi Shu was about to make fun of her date. **/Sang** like Shu Yuanyuan, it won't be...

I didn't expect that before I could speak, I was questioned by Xing Shi. She proudly dropped her eyebrows and looked at Mi Shu with an extremely ambiguous look. She was uncomfortable by her, and some guilty Mi Shu flashed her eyes.

"Have you eaten **?"

She was not angry, but still smiled as a thief, as if a hungry lion looked at a fat sheep with no return. Mi Shu's heart was furious, and simply left a "psychopath" and quickly fled the scene.

As soon as he took a step, he was brought back by the old witch Shu Yuanyuan as if carrying a vegetable basket.

"Little rabbit, you are promising. You hooked up with a man silently. That's right. No wonder you let me out. It turned out that you were hiding in the golden house at home..."

Mishu was stunned, then stunned, and unconsciously stiffened all over. How did the old monster know... Did she peep outside the door? No, it's not like her style. If she sees it with her own eyes, if she doesn't rush in and hold the handsome man on the sofa to check her household registration, she will look down and kick her as a ball.

Shu Yuanyuan laughed like a devil and kindly reminded her,

"There are not many other things in our dormitory, with the most long-tongued women, and the neighbors are holding me and depicting them. That's called a picture..."

OHSHIT!

Those little ones have been hiding from the fun... She can imagine the exaggeration of these boring boudoirs. Damn, one hundred and one sparse, one hundred and one sparse!

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