(MTL)What kind of bad thoughts can a female partner have?

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

    Do men have a unique feeling for the title "brother"?

    Qin Zhi, who had been tossing and frying pancakes and fruits all night, thought in a daze.

    Being pressed to be called brother, the more she called, the more excited she became... She couldn't look directly at the title.

    Just, I feel that this title has changed from its own green tea flavor to its own yellow tea flavor.

    Qin Zhi, who had a sore back and soft legs, groaned on the bed.

    "Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi." Su Che shook her gently.

    Qin Zhi ignored it and shrank softly into the quilt.

    "Go to bed after breakfast." Su Che put the plate on the bedside table and picked up the silkworm baby.

    Qin Zhi had a bad habit of sleeping late in the morning when she wasn't working. She slept until 11 or 12 o'clock before getting up and eating lunch directly.

    But in fact, breakfast was to be eaten before nine o'clock, so Su Che consciously took up the job of supervisor.

    It's not an easy life.

    Qin Zhi would keep shrinking into the quilt, and he had to pull her out like a hamster with great difficulty.

    This uncooperative ancestor would also arch his head into his arms to avoid it.

    Who is in the mood to sleep after eating? Not to mention that Su Che, a health-care person, didn't let her lie down right after she finished eating. She had to sit and sleep. How could she fall asleep?

    Of course, in the end, she still couldn't resist the temptation of chicken soup dumplings.

    There is only a little meat in the wonton, so it is not greasy at all. According to Qin Zhi's taste, it was boiled softly, and after soaking in the soup for a while, the soup was full, and the tip of the tongue touched it, and it almost melted in the mouth.

    "I'm going to run on the treadmill for an extra 30 minutes in the afternoon." Qin Zhi closed her eyes and muttered while swallowing.

    Su Che blew on the wontons and fed another one: "You exercised all night yesterday, make up."

    Qin Zhi weakly bit the spoon in a shy protest.

    Su Che tugged gently: "Be careful with your buck teeth."

    "Bah." Qin Zhi hurriedly spat out obediently.

    Su Che removed the oil flowers on the soup, scooped a spoonful of soup, and fed it in: "Xiao Zhi has nothing else to do at night, right?" After

    such a toss, Qin Zhi was almost awake, opened her eyes and watched him silently at a glance.

    Seeing that Su Che seemed to squeeze the spoon nervously, he took the spoon and pulled it into his mouth: "I'm still eating breakfast, but I thought of dinner? No."

    While Qin Zhi lowered his head to eat the wontons, Su Che steadily Holding the soup bowl, he breathed a sigh of relief.

    He thought he was still stable.

    "I heard that a very delicious restaurant has recently opened in the city center."

    "Go." Qin Zhi's half-squinted eyes widened, "No one has eaten well these days."