Seize My Boyfriend - B1 (49)

“It’s okay, I’ll help you deliver it.” Shen Changliu smiled and rubbed his messy hair.

Sending letters…

Mo Zhiyang nodded without any objection: “Alright.”

Shen Changliu will never forget what Senior Lu said to Yang Yang yesterday.

Closing 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 obeyed and left, you might still be alive, but if you don’t, I can’t help you.

Yesterday, he specifically mentioned Senior Lu that the information was deliberately exposed today, so this match is killing two birds with one stone.

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

When I woke up, my body felt a lot looser, and I sat up to relax for a while, but a strange smell came in from the gap in the bedroom door, making me sick.

Mo Zhiyang lifted the quilt, only wearing his white shirt, grabbed a blanket and draped it over his body, opened the door and walked towards the smell.

The culprit was in the kitchen. It smelled disgusting. It was something dark on the induction cooker.

Mo Zhiyang was wrapped in a blanket and wanted to walk over, but was stopped by the thing abruptly, pinching his nose: “I’m about to fall!”

Shen Changliu was a little helpless, picked up the pot of things and walked into the toilet, sending it to where it should go.

The smell in this room is still very strong, no matter how cold the weather is, Mo Zhiyang hastened to open the windows to ventilate, otherwise he will be smoked to death, it is a miracle that a person can make food like this, a dog man is 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 had doubts about his vision just now: “Is that… porridge?”

Shen Changliu suddenly felt aggrieved, and wanted to surprise Yang Yang, because he was afraid that he would be hungry, so he thought about making porridge, but it turned out that he lowered his head in front of him: “I’m a waste, I can’t.” He began to perform tea ceremony again, and Mo Zhiyang complained: You can do it, the best ones on the bed

.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you.” Mo Zhiyang took his hand and went to the kitchen: “You learn it slowly, we have a lifetime.” “You don’t need a lot of rice, just a measuring cup.” With a cigarette in his right hand, Mo Zhiyang leaned against the stove and directed, “I want to wash the rice.” “Wash the rice?” Shen Changliu looked

confused

.

Sure enough, you just can’t do it, you’re an idiot.

Mo Zhiyang patiently told him what to do, and he didn’t smoke a cigarette a few times.

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

Sure enough, Shen Changliu hugged him and the blanket happily: “Sure enough, I don’t know what to do until I have yangyang.”

Pua me?

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

It was just after ten o’clock in the morning the next day, and Mo Zhiyang sent him out.

“I’ll come back after I send him off.” Shen Changliu changed his shoes, and couldn’t help but hugged the obedient man into his arms and rubbed his hair: “Obey at home.” Nesting in his arms obediently, Mo Zhiyang nodded vigorously: “Well, then you go early and return early.” “That Shen Changliu, will he directly kill Lu Lianglin?” The system guessed, and the possibility seemed very

high

.

Mo Zhiyang didn’t care, shrugged: “We’ll just watch.”