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Best Actor's double lover (49)

"It's okay. I'll send it for you." Shen Changliu rubbed his messy hair with a smile.

This word delivery...

Mo Zhiyang nodded and had no objection: "That's okay."

Shen Changliu will not forget what Senior Lu said to Yangyang yesterday.

Close his eyes, Mo Zhiyang nestled in his arms, feeling comfortable, but feeling a little pity in his heart.

Lu Lianglin, I gave you a chance. When I refused last night, if you left obediently, you might still be alive, but if you didn't, then I couldn't save you.

Yesterday, it was deliberately mentioned that Director Lu said that he deliberately exposed information today, so this scene was killing two birds with one stone.

The people in his arms fell asleep again. Shen Changliu got up carefully and went out to make a phone call.

When I sleep, my body is much looser. When I sit up and empty it, there is a strange smell floating in through the cracks in the bedroom door, which is disgusting.

Mo Zhiyang lifted the quilt, wearing only one of his white shirt, casually picked up a blanket and put it on his body, opened the door and walked along the smell.

The culprit is that in the kitchen, it emits a disgusting smell, which is a pot of black things on the induction cooker.

Mo Zhiyang was wrapped in a blanket and wanted to walk over, but he was forced by that thing to stop and squeeze his nose: "I'm about to fall down!"

Shen Changliu was a little helpless. He picked up the pot and went into the toilet and sent it to the place where he should go.

The smell in this room is still very strong, regardless of the cold weather. Mo Zhiyang quickly opened the window for ventilation, otherwise he would be smoked to death. It is also a great thing that a person can cook the dishes like this. Dog men are really stupid.

"I just want to cook porridge for you." Shen Changliu was a little helpless. He had never been in the kitchen for thirty-two years.

Mo Zhiyang questioned his own vision just now: "Is that... porridge?"

Shen Changliu suddenly felt a little wronged and wanted to surprise Yangyang. He was afraid that he would be hungry, so he wanted to cook porridge. But it turned out that he lowered his head in front of him: "I'm useless. No."

He began to perform tea art again. Mo Zhiyang slandered: You can do it. There are a batch of great people in bed. This hero is either blackened or possessed by green tea.

"It's okay. I'll teach you." Mo Zhiyang took his hand and went to the kitchen: "Learn slowly. We have been so long for a lifetime."

"You don't need to have much rice. Just measure the cup." Mo Zhiyang held a cigarette in his right hand and leaned against the stove to command: "You want to wash rice."

"Taomi?" Shen Changliu looked confused.

Sure enough, you just can't. You're an idiot.

Mo Zhiyang patiently told him what to do. He didn't smoke a single cigarette several times.

The last pot of fresh white and fragrant rice porridge appeared on the table, which was in sharp contrast to the black pot before.

Sure enough, Shen Changliu was very happy to hold people and blankets in his arms: "Sure enough, I don't know what to do until there is Yangyang."

Pua me?

Oh, Mo Zhiyang knows what it means, but just let him go.

The next day, it was only after ten o'clock in the morning. Mo Zhiyang saw him out.

"I'll be back after I see him off." Shen Changliu changed his shoes, and he couldn't help hugging the clever man into his arms and ruba's hair: "Good boy at home."

He cleverly nestled in his arms, and Mo Zhiyang nodded vigorously: "Well, then you go early and come back early."

"Will that Shen Changliu directly kill Lu Lianglin?" Systematic speculation, and this possibility seems very high.

Mo Zhiyang doesn't care. He shrugged his shoulders: "Let's watch."