Chapter 1074 Bad School Beauty, Hold High 28

Yue Ze looked at Chu Ci's movements, raised his eyebrows slightly, and just looked directly at the little girl in front of him. The meaning in his words was somewhat unclear, "No, I think... it's still a little hot."

The last voice was so low that Chu Ci couldn't hear it clearly, but he didn't go into it too deeply. Yue Ze just sent Chu Ci home all the way.

After agreeing on the time to come on the weekend, Yue Ze turned around and left.

The weekend is coming.

The doorbell of Chu Ci's house rang on time.

This person probably has some obsessive-compulsive disorder, he strictly abides by everything, and arrives when he says he will arrive.

Not too late, not too early.

Chu Ci just woke up, and opened the door for him with her messy hair.

Koshizawa outside the door finally stopped wearing school uniform.

Today I wore a short-sleeved dark blue plaid shirt, which was originally full of books, but now it has a clean feeling.

He still has the same pair of black-rimmed glasses, holding a few notebooks in his hand, judging by the thickness, he seems to have brought all his homework.

It looked like he was going to stay here for a long time.

Seeing Chu Ci in her pajamas with sleepy eyes and messy hair, she looked like she had fallen asleep and hadn't woken up yet.

Yue Ze raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously raised his hand to rub Chu Ci's messy hair, then pushed Chu Ci in, and closed the door behind him with his backhand.

A faint voice rang out, "Haven't you woke up yet?"

Chu Ci groaned and yawned, "No, I just woke up not long ago, but I haven't washed yet."

Waiting for Chu Ci to wash up, let Yue Ze sit on the sofa and wait for her.

It's just that when she came out of the bathroom, Yue Ze only left a small stack of books on the table, but she didn't know where she went.

When Chu Ci found the kitchen along the way, Yue Ze was already proficient in making a simple breakfast in the kitchen.

Omelette, milk, bread.

Because Chu Ci is not very good at cooking, even if he was a food blogger in a certain plane before, it was because he often overturned his car, so he basically didn't touch the cooking thing.

So there are very few ingredients at home.

There is not much room left for Yue Ze to play.

When Yue Ze noticed the sound of the door and turned his head to look back, he saw the white and tender little girl who had washed up and was wearing pink rabbit ice silk short-sleeved shorts and shorts pajamas, staring at him eagerly at the door.

There seems to be a few words engraved on the small forehead - although I don't know how to cook, I can eat!

Yue Ze was still holding the spatula in his hand, put down the pot, freed one hand, and beckoned to Chu Ci, "Come here."

That's when Chu Ci came out from behind the door, walked up to him in this way, and poked her little head to take a look into the pot.

His eyes lit up obviously after seeing the golden fried egg.

Yue Ze gave a low laugh, found a plate to put everything in, and asked Chu Ci to take it out by himself.

He casually spread two slices of bread with jam, and followed Chu Ci out the door.

"Didn't you have breakfast too?" After taking a bite of the well-seasoned fried egg, Chu Ci took a sip of the milk he carefully warmed, sat on the sofa, and looked up at him.

I saw this man coming out of the kitchen with a piece of bread in his hand.

"Eat a little, you can eat yours." Yue Ze said so, tearing off a small piece of bread with jam in his hand, and handing it to Chu Ci's mouth in a calm voice.

It is probably because I am used to accepting this person's feeding these days.