I Just Want to Freeload on Your Luck💗我就想蹭你的气运💗

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Both of them were not full there, so they came back to cook some noodles.

"I'm actually a little angry." Ming Xi stirred the noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, his tone still choking.

She didn't look at Fu Yangxi, staring down at the boiling water and rolling noodles in the pot, her eyes were red: "Before me, hiccup, ask what's wrong with the wound on your neck, hiccup, you actually told me to soak The glass bowl exploded! Are you heartless?"

Mingxi couldn't help holding his chopsticks.

She should have discovered it a long time ago. She has lived in for so long and has never seen Fu Yangxi eat instant noodles-his refrigerator is completely empty, and there are no instant noodles and glass bowls. Where does he make noodles? !

Fu Yangxi always lied to her!

Fu Yangxi saw Mingxi crying all the way back in the cold wind, her eyes swollen to the size of a walnut, and she was very distressed.

He patted Mingxi on the back, trying to relieve her hiccups, looked down at her, and apologized in annoyance: "It's me."

Mingxi raised his red and swollen eyes to look at him: "It's just that you are not good--"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Fu Yangxi was not stiff at this time. His short hair, like a hedgehog, looked gentle.

He circled around Zhao Mingxi, put his hand on the back of Mingxi's neck, squeezed it lightly, and calmly said: "Little crying bag, don't cry, okay?"

"You still call me a little crying bag?!" Mingxi said: "Except for me, hiccup, this time, which time have you cried?!"

Fu Yangxi: "The drunk time."

Mingxi stared at him with red eyes.

Fu Yangxi was very eager to survive, and immediately changed her words: "No, I remembered it wrong. I didn't cry when I was drunk, but I cried, okay?"

Mingxi still feels uncomfortable, this kind of uncomfortable unresolved sadness, because she cannot travel back to the past to bring out the former Fu Yangxi.

She sobbed as she took out tomatoes from the refrigerator.

"I'll cut it." Fu Yangxi quickly took the tomato and knife from her hand, and after taking it, he glanced at Mingxi.

Because he didn't know how to coax people, his eyes looked helpless and pitiful.

He paused and said again: "I'm sorry, I won't hide anything from you anymore."

Mingxi feels distressed again, why does she want Fu Yangxi to apologize to her?

"I, hiccup, I'm not angry anymore. Sorry, I didn't mean that." Mingxi said quickly.

Fu Yangxi smiled and scratched the tip of her nose with her finger: "I know."

The little mask is distressing him.

Fu Yangxi was too happy to be too late.

Mingxi took a step forward, hugged Fu Yangxi from behind, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his cheeks on his back.

Fu Yangxi is very tall, Mingxi's cheeks just pressed against his back, and he can feel the boy's bones under the clothes. It grows like jointing pine and bamboo.

"Fu Yangxi."

"Ok?"

"I just have a thought now, I want you to be smaller." Mingxi said suddenly.