Chapter 145 "Wen Mianmian, today is the day to eat noodles."

It was almost noon the next day, and Wen Ran came out of the room rubbing her eyes, a little depressed.

I didn't wake up and my whole body ached.

When she saw Shengqing standing in front of the dining table, devouring food, she suddenly sobered up.

This child looks like he has never eaten in his entire life.

"Aqing, please slow down, no one will compete with you." Wen Ran walked over slowly, poured him a glass of water and pushed it over.

Shengqing stuffed another bun into his mouth before he was willing to speak.

"Sister Xiaoran, I have to stand for punishment after eating." Shengqing flattened his mouth and complained silently, "The boss asked me to stand for three days... I came here secretly to eat. It's just a stand, but The boss said a few words to me last night, and I don’t know why I’m unhappy. Now let me stand on my head... wu wu wu... I’m so miserable..."

Wen Ran:

She slapped her head, how could she give up to Sheng Qing ? Forgot.

Zhou Qixiao's surly character would never spare Sheng Qing.

Although he won't shout to kill, he must be punished.

"Let me talk to him. I will advance and retreat with you together!" The two of them got into trouble together, and Shengqing couldn't let Shengqing handle it by himself!

Shengqing burst into tears.

As expected, Wen Ran is the best sister Xiaoran in the world.

Wen Ran stuffed Shengqing another bun and looked around, fearing that he had gone out to do errands. "Where are the others?"

"The boss went to do morning exercises. He should be back soon... Oops!" Shengqing hadn't finished speaking yet. , he saw a figure at the door. He was so frightened that he rushed to the wall, put his hands down, and stood on his head against the wall.

Wen Ran turned her head and saw that the man was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.

At this moment, he lifted up his shirt and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

The taut abdominal muscles have clear grooves, and large beads of sweat are rolling down the mermaid line and submerging on the loose waistband...

sexy and coquettish.

With this impact, Wen Ran quickly raised his eyes and focused his gaze on Zhou Qixiao's face.

Just this look, based on Wen Ran's understanding of him.

The dog man must be in a bad mood right now!

He shouldn't be.

Suddenly she remembered it again.

When it was almost dawn, she finally fell asleep, but her hair was weighed down!

The anger from being tortured all night plus the pain of having her hair pulled.

Her little universe exploded.

With her back against the wall, she kicked Zhou Qixiao out of bed like a rabbit kicking an eagle!

Then she fell asleep again in a daze.

Have slept till now.

She is very stable, and the man does not torment her in a vindictive manner.

And when she woke up, her waist-length hair was braided into crooked and ugly braids.

That meant that the man was not angry at kicking him out of bed.

Instead, he braided her hair while she was asleep to prevent it from getting weighed down again.

Then he wasn't angry about this, why was the air pressure around his body so

low? Ran glanced at Sheng Qing again.

Could it be that Sheng Qing said something to Zhou Qixiao last night?

Now I don't understand why Zhou Qixiao is angry, and it's hard to speak rashly to avoid adding fuel to the fire.

Wen Ran planned to make some insinuations and make inquiries on behalf of Sheng Qing.

Zhou Qixiao sat on the chair minding his own business, his long legs crossed over each other, his eyes never falling on Wen Ran from beginning to end.

He glanced at the buns on the dining table and looked sideways at Shengqing.

"Take out the buns and share them with the brothers."

Shengqing stood on his head with a grin on his face, his eyes full of confusion.

But now that he was guilty, he didn't dare to say anything. He hurriedly turned it down, took the plate and ran out.

Wen Ran looked at the empty dining table and blinked.

Then whatever she eats

can be regarded as temporarily relieving Shengqing from the pain of standing on his head.

Zhou Qixiao's big hand on the dining table lightly tapped the table, attracting Wen Ran's attention.

The two of them looked at each other, and he said lazily: "Wen Mianmian, today is the day to eat noodles."

Wen Ran: (⊙_⊙)

She understood, was it like China, Nanzhou also has various age groups? According to customs, we need to eat noodles today.

Wen Ran nodded obediently, "Then I'll call Mrs. Liu..."

But before she finished speaking, Zhou Qixiao knocked on the table again, "No one else is needed, you cook."

Wen Ran said. Ran thought for a while, and now the outside of the small building is very strict. It is estimated that Zhou Qixiao does not want outsiders to come in and inquire about the information.

She knows how to cook noodles!

And she learned the lesson of boiling noodles in salt water yesterday, so she specially asked someone to prepare a box of instant noodles for emergencies!

She can’t cook noodles in soup, but she can still get instant noodles!

Wen Ran nodded and grabbed it He put on the apron hanging at the kitchen door and turned around to cook noodles.

The restaurant is a little far away from the kitchen. Although it has a glass door, Wen Ran's back just blocks the pot, making it difficult to see what she is doing.

Zhou Qixiao rested his elbows on the table and supported the side of his face with one hand, watching the little girl busy around.

Today she was wearing a lake green knee-length skirt. Her originally loose waist was tightened by the apron ties, making her unable to hold onto her waist.

Zhou Qixiao's mind instantly flashed into the scene of pinching that slender waist last night.

The little girl tilted her head back, sobbing softly and begging him...

Zhou Qixiao calmly lifted one leg and put it on the other.

Quickly bring your thoughts back to normal.

Listening to the sound of boiling water, I circled back to the noodles.

After punishing the minister for standing on his head last night, he entered the study.

Looking at the tie he put in the small box in the drawer, he felt indescribably irritated.

He rarely wears formal clothes, let alone formal occasions where he can wear a tie, so Wen Mianmian chose a gift for him that he didn't need at all! Moreover, he

didn't cook longevity noodles for him on his birthday, and even gave them to him. He was so frightened!

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, so he put away his tie and returned to the hut.

Originally thinking that Sheng Qing said that a man who only cares about his own pleasure is a bitch, so he took extra care of Wen Ran tonight.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have spared her in the middle of the night.

But looking at the little girl sleeping heartlessly with the cat doll in her arms.

Zhou Qixiao pressed directly up, bit the back of her neck, and started tossing her again.

This tossing and tossing continued until the sky gradually became brighter.

Until he was kicked out of bed... He

was suffocating in his stomach, and was kicked out of bed again. He was about to continue torturing Wen Ran.

I heard the little girl moaning coquettishly: "You pulled my hair, it hurts..."

Wen Ran hugged the quilt and didn't open her eyes, but her nose wrinkled, which showed that she was really in pain.

Zhou Qixiao looked at the long, satin-like hair that was spread on her smooth naked back. He stood by the bed and took a few deep breaths,

convincing himself: A grown man pulling a woman's hair is dishonorable, regardless of whether it is intentional or not. He will be kicked off. The bed should be the same!

I suppressed my anger.

After calling out a few times: "Wen Mianmian",

when he was sure she was asleep again, he squatted beside the bed and gathered up her loose hair.

It was easy for him to weave all kinds of knots, but Wen Ran's black hair was silky, and he didn't dare to use brute force, otherwise it would hurt him and he would probably have to kick him again.

Zhou Qixiao tilted her head. Although her eyes were full of impatience, her hand movements were gentle and slow. It took more than ten minutes to braid her waterfall-like long hair.

Looking at the braids that looked like giant centipedes, he himself felt disgusted.

Just as he was about to rewrite it, the little girl pursed her lips. She didn't know whether she was dreaming about something or his actions had offended her. She murmured: "You are so annoying..."

Tsk!

Zhou Qixiao sneered, lifted the quilt and got in, He kissed the side of Wen Ran's face hard.

He spoke viciously to her as if he was talking to himself: "Wen Mianmian, I'm so spoiled by you!"

But the voice was like a mosquito, and Wen Ran didn't hear it at all in his sleep.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qixiao felt even more uncomfortable.

Why did he seem to be manipulated

? Just then Wen Ran came over with a noodle bowl.

He looked down at the instant noodles in the bowl. There was a crooked but still complete poached egg in the middle, which looked good.

But his face instantly darkened.