Chapter 1227： I am his big thing.

Chapter 1227, I am his great thing.

Nothing to joking, he can't just eat what he has prepared for his girlfriend.

“Thin less...cooking?” I’ve been out of the kitchen, sitting on the sofa, and the Mingli hasn’t reacted yet. “Is it cheap to cook?”

"Well. His craft is very good, rest assured, the ribs made at noon is delicious." Cloud painting said while eating a fruit salad, "You have a good fortune."

The ceremony was simply flattered.

But then there was some more difficult words. "You make thin and cook, is his hand used for cooking?"

"..." Looking at Mingli like this, the cloud painting is simply too happy. "His hand is not for cooking, but what is it for?"

"Of course it is... doing big things." Ming Lidao.

Cloud painting shrugged. "That might be for him, cooking for me is a big thing."

"You..." Ming Li slammed his fist and couldn't speak.

This person, shamelessly, is simply unstoppable!

"Hey, do you need to be filled with such indignation?" The cloud painting is a bit sloppy. "Single dogs are single dogs. The taste between lovers is not understood. Hey, live for a lifetime."

"I am only seventeen, far from being single in my life, thank you."

The cloud painting turned a blind eye without any image, and ignored him.

Four dishes and one soup, white rice.

The ceremony was flattered, and the cloud paintings were still heart-wrenching. They didn't eat much. Later, it was basically what kind of dish that Bosiqing gave her. She would eat whatever food, and she would not extend the chopsticks at all.

The eyes of the Ming dynasty turned around in these two people. Obviously, the thin sergeant he saw in front of him was very different from the legendary one.

But the only thing that is certain is that the thin painting on the cloud really hurts the bones. Although he has been cold-faced, his eyes have not been removed from the cloud painting for a second!

After eating, Mingli immediately said to go.

Although she didn't have a dish, she was eating a lot because she kept giving her a dish. She was leaning on the sofa and squatting, and screaming at the ceremony, "Ming Li, Are you not coming for an idol signature? Why don't you leave?"

The footsteps of the ceremony are instant, and the whole person is stiff, and it is not a stay.

He said that he wants to sign, just a joke, and then, in the face of thin, even if the home is so thin, he does not dare to make a random, to sign anything... he is afraid that he is annoyed !

However, the cloud paintings were pulled out.

Ming Li rushed to the corner of the mouth, "Cough, I... I am joking."

Bo Siqing looked at him, and faintly sighed, "Go back to the emperor in the next day, and have a chance to have a meal together."

"Yes." Mingli was very excited.

Bosi Qing rushed to him and nodded his head. He encouraged the pat on the shoulder of Ming Li and sent away the exciting Mingli classmates.

As soon as the ceremony was gone, Bo Siqing turned and looked at the cloud painting on the sofa.

When the cloud painting bites the lip, how do you suddenly feel the danger of a trace?

In the first time when I felt the danger, the cloud painting directly recognized it.

"Sorry, I am wrong."

She looked at him, squinted and admits the attitude is extremely sincere.

"Wrong? Where is wrong?" Bo Siqing's eyes are still very light, but it is clear that his eyes have been locked in her, and there has been no deviation for a while.

(End of this chapter)