[Leon Xiaoxiao: my God, I'm drunk with this sound!! it's great!]
[Nami Jimei: I can use this hand! Isn't it beautiful!]
[red bean and barley porridge: it's just the benefit of hand control and voice control! The hands are too beautiful and the voice is too good!]
I don't need Redemption: show your face, show your face!!]
[good night, brother octopus: I haven't seen Mian Mian appear on the screen for a long time. Please show your face! Let me take a breath and recover my essence!]
[a gadget: does Mian Mian like corn ribs soup?]
[wild flowers in full bloom: has it started cooking dinner yet?]
[the fetter gift is installed in the text: ha ha ha ha, please allow me to guess that this is not for president Shen to drink?]
Pei Ximian looked up and just saw it. He turned on the tap to wash his hands and replied coldly: "well, it's for Qingqing. Qingqing likes to drink."
"I like it, too."
"Corn is sweet corn. Qingqing prefers this."
"Not dinner."
Pei Ximian's words are very few, and the problems of return are basically related to Shen late Qing Dynasty.
The people in the barrage covered their faces and cried. It's all dog food!
[Kobayashi doesn't want to get acne: it's really inconceivable that President Shen, such a girlfriend Li max, should be called such a soft name. It's incredible.]
[an Yuchen: Wow! Sleep is too home!]
[moved by tenderness: today's sleep is so gentle! She can cook, sing and look handsome. It's really amazing. It's a treasure in the world!!]
[Zheyun haizha: washing dishes CP is too sweet! This differential treatment is simply! It's so cold to us, but as long as you talk about President Shen, the tone of sleep will be gentle to the naked eye.]
[I'm Wang Zi: ah ah, I just saw Wang Zi's milk that President Shen likes to drink most in the refrigerator!! it's almost a refrigerator of Wang Zi's milk. It's too much!]
[I don't know what the name is: sleepy cold little wolf dog can also be rare gentle and cry. It turns out that we just don't deserve it.]
Pei Ximian didn't pay much attention to the barrage. He cooked the corn spareribs soup and began to prepare the cold hand shredded chicken again.
In the middle of it, the footsteps came from behind.
Pei Ximian's hand gave a slight meal, and the woman's lazy and coquettish voice came, "baby, are you in the kitchen? I smell the smell of corn ribs soup ~"
Hearing the woman's voice, Pei Ximian curled his lips and smiled.
He tore the chicken cold and put it aside. Watching Shen Wanqing, who was sleepy and slowly touched the kitchen, Pei Ximian came over.
His voice was gentle and spoiled. "Why did you wake up so early? No more sleep?"
Shen Wanqing leaned lazily on Pei Ximian's shoulder. His voice was very soft after he woke up.
She leaned against Pei Ximian's shoulder and rubbed. Her voice was soft: "I don't want to sleep, I'm hungry..."
Shen Wanqing put his arm around Pei Ximian's neck, lowered his head and nibbled on the boy's white collarbone, "I want to drink Mianmian's corn spareribs soup ~"
The young man's black eyes were gentle. He gently rubbed each other's cheeks with his fingertips. He felt that the confused look was too cute. He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his hair.
Pei Ximian kissed Shen Wanqing on the cheek. "The corn spareribs soup is still stewing. It will take about ten minutes. Wait a minute, good ~"