Zhang Yun nodded, wondering if it was his illusion, but Zhang Yun actually felt that Song Chuhui's eyes looked at him were a little different from before, with more things mixed in.
At this moment, Song Chuhui gently stroked Zhang Yun's handsome little face, with tears flashing in her eyes, and said softly:
Xiaoyun, I ask you, if one day, one of your girlfriends will die in front of you, and you can only save one of us, tell me, who will you choose to save?
Zhang Yun was stunned. Song Chuhui's question was really tricky. It was no less difficult than the question of whom you saved when your mother and your wife fell into water at the same time. Zhang Yun didn't want to deceive Song Chuhui anymore. After thinking for a long time, he could only speak hard:
Xiaohui, I'm sorry, I can't make a choice now. If that time comes, I will save both of you even if I die. I can't accept that any of you die in front of me, I...
Zhang Yun didn't know how to express his thoughts correctly, and was worried that Song Chuhui would misunderstand again, so he had to keep explaining. However, Song Chuhui gently covered Zhang Yun's mouth and said with love: Fool, enough, I understand what you mean.
Well, you understand what I mean, you won't think...
Zhang Yun was anxious, afraid that Song Chuhui would misinterpret his meaning, so Song Chuhui rolled his eyes on him on the spot and said with a funny look: You are stupid, why are you always guessing randomly? I mean, I think your choice is correct, I am very satisfied with your answer, I am like a resentful woman, are they so petty? It's true.
To be honest, Zhang Yun was increasingly unable to understand Song Chuhui. Song Chuhui seemed to be hiding something from him, but Zhang Yun couldn't think of what it was. Then, Song Chuhui began to strip his clothes with a smile, wanting to continue Zhang Yun's unfinished work.
Zhang Yun was so scared that he thought Song Chuhui was going to make the last supper again, so he quickly pulled Song Chuhui into his arms and repeatedly promised Song Chuhui that he would treat her well and would never abandon her, and would not let Song Chuhui do whatever he wanted to do to him.
Even Zhang Yun didn't plan to go home tonight, so he stayed here to accompany Song Chuhui. Until Song Chuhui dispelled the idea of suicide, the matter of the store management had already been left behind by Zhang Yun.
In desperation, Song Chuhui had to pout and say that she was hungry and asked Zhang Yun to go downstairs to buy vegetables and cook for her. Zhang Yun was not willing to agree, for fear that Song Chuhui would take the opportunity to commit suicide. Song Chuhui could only smile bitterly. This was indeed her own death.
In the end, Song Chuhui simply pulled Zhang Yun downstairs together. After buying vegetables at the market, the two of them came back to make them together.
Originally, Song Chuhui wanted to give Zhang Yunlu a hand, but Zhang Yun decisively refused. She took off the kitchen knife from her hand, and asked her to wash vegetables and rice on the side to make a move, forbid her to get close to the knife, etc.
Song Chuhui was so angry that she explained to Zhang Yun many times that she said that she just wanted to cook the dishes for her and had no idea of suicide at all, but Zhang Yun simply and roughly rejected them.
In the end, Song Chuhui could only watch Zhang Yun, a man cooking, while she could only sit aside and stare at her. That resentful Ah, Zhang Yun took away all the opportunities to show her feminine charm.
The result was that Zhang Yun only made a fried egg with tomatoes and a plate of green pepper potato slices and finished it. This was already Zhang Yunchang's Changhui. After all, he was a big man, and he was not a New Oriental graduate.
Zhang Yun was so embarrassed that he was embarrassed to serve it on the table. Seeing that Song Chuhui was glancing at him with disgust, Zhang Yun couldn't help but blush and said angrily:
Don’t look at these two dishes that are not good-looking. I personally think the taste is OK. If you don’t believe it, you can try it yourself!
As he said that, Zhang Yun served a bowl of rice and handed it to Song Chuhui. At this moment, Song Chuhui looked at Zhang Yun's shy and aggrieved look, just like a young wife who had just married and couldn't get started with cooking. Especially Zhang Yun was still maintaining charming and light makeup at this moment, which made Song Chuhui laugh secretly.
Immediately afterwards, Song Chuhui coughed lightly as if nothing had happened, gently picked up a piece of potato slices and stuffed them into her mouth. While chewing, she muttered ummy and a little tangled and disgusting expression appeared on her face. This was a bare fruit that was stimulating Zhang Yun's appetite.
You are going to die. I have been chewing potato slices for so long. How about it? Is it delicious?
Zhang Yun gave Song Chuhui a angrily glance, feeling that she was deliberately doing something bad. Song Chuhui smiled slightly and said cunningly:
To be honest, if I really asked me to rate this dish, I can only give five points according to the ten-point principle. It would be a pity, but I also have a way to make it ten.
Zhang Yun was stunned:
What method?
Come over and let me tell you.
Zhang Yun really came to Song Chuhui obediently, and saw Song Chuhui blooming an unparalleled beautiful smile and said quietly:
Do you know what it means to serve the human body? It means to put delicious food on the human body and then feed it to the guests. Otherwise, let’s try it too!
On the spot, Zhang Yun glared at Song Chuhui fiercely. He was about to criticize her inappropriate thoughts, but Song Chuhui pulled him onto her and said aggrievedly:
Xiaoyun, let’s have a chance to play, but we don’t become too much like them, just try it with your ears. If you don’t agree, I won’t eat this meal, hum!
Well, Zhang Yun felt like he was being entangled by a ghost in an instant. After thinking about it, he was fine, so he had no choice but to agree. He said that at that time, Song Chuhui would hold a piece of potato and put it in Zhang Yun's ears. In a sense, this was really a heavy taste.
But before Song Chuhui could really put it in, Zhang Yun bit her mouth halfway, sealed Song Chuhui's lips from mouth to mouth, and fed the potato to her. Zhang Yun still couldn't bear the way to eat it by stuffing the potato into his ears. Mom Mia, it felt disgusting when she thought about it.
The kiss between the two was a long time ago, which was also Zhang Yun's exchange, but it was not over yet. Then, Song Chuhui begged Zhang Yun to feed her with her mouth. Zhang Yun could only agree with a wry smile. Anyway, he had fed Li Yi and Hu Meilian.
After dinner, Zhang Yun held Song Chuhui and watched TV on the sand, and played mobile games with her. Even Song Chuhui and Zhang Yun also admired the wedding photos he took with him last time. After grinding them over and over, they were grinding until after ten o'clock in the evening.
At this moment, Zhang Yun was finally sure that Song Chuhui was really fine and he didn't need to continue to accompany him to prevent accidents.
At this moment, Song Chuhui gently stroked Zhang Yun's handsome little face, with tears flashing in her eyes, and said softly:
Xiaoyun, I ask you, if one day, one of your girlfriends will die in front of you, and you can only save one of us, tell me, who will you choose to save?
Zhang Yun was stunned. Song Chuhui's question was really tricky. It was no less difficult than the question of whom you saved when your mother and your wife fell into water at the same time. Zhang Yun didn't want to deceive Song Chuhui anymore. After thinking for a long time, he could only speak hard:
Xiaohui, I'm sorry, I can't make a choice now. If that time comes, I will save both of you even if I die. I can't accept that any of you die in front of me, I...
Zhang Yun didn't know how to express his thoughts correctly, and was worried that Song Chuhui would misunderstand again, so he had to keep explaining. However, Song Chuhui gently covered Zhang Yun's mouth and said with love: Fool, enough, I understand what you mean.
Well, you understand what I mean, you won't think...
Zhang Yun was anxious, afraid that Song Chuhui would misinterpret his meaning, so Song Chuhui rolled his eyes on him on the spot and said with a funny look: You are stupid, why are you always guessing randomly? I mean, I think your choice is correct, I am very satisfied with your answer, I am like a resentful woman, are they so petty? It's true.
To be honest, Zhang Yun was increasingly unable to understand Song Chuhui. Song Chuhui seemed to be hiding something from him, but Zhang Yun couldn't think of what it was. Then, Song Chuhui began to strip his clothes with a smile, wanting to continue Zhang Yun's unfinished work.
Zhang Yun was so scared that he thought Song Chuhui was going to make the last supper again, so he quickly pulled Song Chuhui into his arms and repeatedly promised Song Chuhui that he would treat her well and would never abandon her, and would not let Song Chuhui do whatever he wanted to do to him.
Even Zhang Yun didn't plan to go home tonight, so he stayed here to accompany Song Chuhui. Until Song Chuhui dispelled the idea of suicide, the matter of the store management had already been left behind by Zhang Yun.
In desperation, Song Chuhui had to pout and say that she was hungry and asked Zhang Yun to go downstairs to buy vegetables and cook for her. Zhang Yun was not willing to agree, for fear that Song Chuhui would take the opportunity to commit suicide. Song Chuhui could only smile bitterly. This was indeed her own death.
In the end, Song Chuhui simply pulled Zhang Yun downstairs together. After buying vegetables at the market, the two of them came back to make them together.
Originally, Song Chuhui wanted to give Zhang Yunlu a hand, but Zhang Yun decisively refused. She took off the kitchen knife from her hand, and asked her to wash vegetables and rice on the side to make a move, forbid her to get close to the knife, etc.
Song Chuhui was so angry that she explained to Zhang Yun many times that she said that she just wanted to cook the dishes for her and had no idea of suicide at all, but Zhang Yun simply and roughly rejected them.
In the end, Song Chuhui could only watch Zhang Yun, a man cooking, while she could only sit aside and stare at her. That resentful Ah, Zhang Yun took away all the opportunities to show her feminine charm.
The result was that Zhang Yun only made a fried egg with tomatoes and a plate of green pepper potato slices and finished it. This was already Zhang Yunchang's Changhui. After all, he was a big man, and he was not a New Oriental graduate.
Zhang Yun was so embarrassed that he was embarrassed to serve it on the table. Seeing that Song Chuhui was glancing at him with disgust, Zhang Yun couldn't help but blush and said angrily:
Don’t look at these two dishes that are not good-looking. I personally think the taste is OK. If you don’t believe it, you can try it yourself!
As he said that, Zhang Yun served a bowl of rice and handed it to Song Chuhui. At this moment, Song Chuhui looked at Zhang Yun's shy and aggrieved look, just like a young wife who had just married and couldn't get started with cooking. Especially Zhang Yun was still maintaining charming and light makeup at this moment, which made Song Chuhui laugh secretly.
Immediately afterwards, Song Chuhui coughed lightly as if nothing had happened, gently picked up a piece of potato slices and stuffed them into her mouth. While chewing, she muttered ummy and a little tangled and disgusting expression appeared on her face. This was a bare fruit that was stimulating Zhang Yun's appetite.
You are going to die. I have been chewing potato slices for so long. How about it? Is it delicious?
Zhang Yun gave Song Chuhui a angrily glance, feeling that she was deliberately doing something bad. Song Chuhui smiled slightly and said cunningly:
To be honest, if I really asked me to rate this dish, I can only give five points according to the ten-point principle. It would be a pity, but I also have a way to make it ten.
Zhang Yun was stunned:
What method?
Come over and let me tell you.
Zhang Yun really came to Song Chuhui obediently, and saw Song Chuhui blooming an unparalleled beautiful smile and said quietly:
Do you know what it means to serve the human body? It means to put delicious food on the human body and then feed it to the guests. Otherwise, let’s try it too!
On the spot, Zhang Yun glared at Song Chuhui fiercely. He was about to criticize her inappropriate thoughts, but Song Chuhui pulled him onto her and said aggrievedly:
Xiaoyun, let’s have a chance to play, but we don’t become too much like them, just try it with your ears. If you don’t agree, I won’t eat this meal, hum!
Well, Zhang Yun felt like he was being entangled by a ghost in an instant. After thinking about it, he was fine, so he had no choice but to agree. He said that at that time, Song Chuhui would hold a piece of potato and put it in Zhang Yun's ears. In a sense, this was really a heavy taste.
But before Song Chuhui could really put it in, Zhang Yun bit her mouth halfway, sealed Song Chuhui's lips from mouth to mouth, and fed the potato to her. Zhang Yun still couldn't bear the way to eat it by stuffing the potato into his ears. Mom Mia, it felt disgusting when she thought about it.
The kiss between the two was a long time ago, which was also Zhang Yun's exchange, but it was not over yet. Then, Song Chuhui begged Zhang Yun to feed her with her mouth. Zhang Yun could only agree with a wry smile. Anyway, he had fed Li Yi and Hu Meilian.
After dinner, Zhang Yun held Song Chuhui and watched TV on the sand, and played mobile games with her. Even Song Chuhui and Zhang Yun also admired the wedding photos he took with him last time. After grinding them over and over, they were grinding until after ten o'clock in the evening.
At this moment, Zhang Yun was finally sure that Song Chuhui was really fine and he didn't need to continue to accompany him to prevent accidents.
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