Chapter 312

Bai Chuwei said solemnly, "Han Han, do you have any misunderstanding about my eating habits? I don't like fried food. My pet ate all those you bought

Duan Feihan said: "it's just

By Did the pet eat it?

What pet eats so greasy?

Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei's small face full of seriousness. There was no joke in his dark eyes. Suddenly, he felt a little nervous.

"So The fried food at my father's rehabilitation party was prepared for your pet? "

Bai Chuwei nodded, "yes."

Duan Feihan was quiet for a moment.

So In order to adapt to this strange greasy taste, he also tried, and the result was to destroy his taste?

And it all went into the little pet's stomach?

Duan Feihan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He asked in a low voice, "so what kind of food do you like?"

Of course, it's light!

Few people in the cultivation of immortals can eat greasy food.

Bai Chuwei's fingers slide down from the section of non cold and soft ink hair and put them on his broad shoulder. Her tone is long: "it's the same taste as cold, of course."

The villains in the future know her better than anyone else, and her eating habits should be similar to her.

Duan Feihan's eyes were like thick ink on Xuan paper, which became darker and deeper. His protruding laryngeal knot rolled unconsciously and suddenly said, "don't come back tomorrow morning."

Otherwise, I have to run into him to take a cold bath without going to bed at five in the morning.

Bai Chuwei put his hand on his shoulder and said, "what

Why can't she keep up with the non cold rhythm?

Bai Chuwei asked with a smile, "guess what I'm running to do for you at this time?"

Duan Feihan pondered and said, "discuss the income sharing problem with salted fish video?"

Just now, the number of online viewers in the live broadcasting room exceeded 100 million. It may be even more terrifying later.

Just tonight, the money Bai Chuwei can get can definitely break through eight figures. Pay attention only tonight.

Bai Chuwei's eyes are black: "I'm here to ask for my takeaway

Who's going to talk to him about business? Does the future villain think he's seeing a client now?

Duan Feihan really does not live up to his ruthless and lustless workaholic! Thinking about how to make money all the time.

Duan Feihan's eyes flashed a bit of amazement, to take-out food?

He thought she didn't care.

Duan Feihan walked towards the direction of the small kitchen, and his deep voice came like running water: "sweet soup?"

Bai Chuwei is very interested in following in, "cold, you can do this?"

Duan Feihan's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water. His tone is a little flat: "when I was a child, my mother often did me drink." It just never happened again.

Bai Chuwei remembers Duan Feihan, a villain, who seems to be indifferent, but in fact attaches great importance to feelings, especially family ties.

The death of his mother and the nephew of Duan Xingye accelerated the blackening of Duan Feihan in the later period.

Bai Chuwei stood beside him, sighing: "death is never the end, forgetting is."

Duan Fei's action of boiling sweet soup suddenly stops, turns his head and stares at Bai Chuwei and asks, "so you've been missing that person, don't want to forget it?"

Bai Chuwei answered naturally: "yes, I don't want to forget." Otherwise, she would make herself a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Duan Feihan ignored Bai Chuwei and only glanced at the moonlight outside the window.

Oh, white moon.

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