Su Yihe looked at Yan Zhiqiu suspiciously with the can of wangzi milk and asked, "Captain, which naive ghost asked you to buy this?"
Yan Zhiqiu took off her mask and put it in her pocket without changing her face.
He slightly pursed his thin lips and walked to Su Yihe with an indifferent look.
His voice was cold and plain, "mine."
With that, he took the red can up the stairs.
Su Yihe, who left a confused face:???
The can of wangzi milk just now belongs to the captain?
Captain??
Captain's!?
Su Yihe looked shocked and put down the potato chips and red bull in his hand.
He shook Lu Chuan's shoulder in disbelief. "Ai Ai! Lao Lu, did you just hear that? The captain said that the can of wangzi milk was his?"
"My God! I have no tinnitus, no dazzle?"
"Captain, that abstinent and serious facial paralysis will drink sweet and greasy wangzi milk only for children? Doesn't he touch anything except coffee?"
Su Yihe glared and said nervously, "you said, the captain shouldn't be stimulated?"
Lu Chuan's eyebrows tightened and his face was impatient. He grabbed his shoulder and took it away. "If you're so curious, ask the captain."
Su Yihe smelled the speech and gave Lu Chuan a white look. "If I had the courage, would I guess here?"
With a cold cry, Lu Chuan took the can of Red Bull on the table and went up the stairs.
Su Yihe in the hall was stunned at first, but he didn't slow down. When he reacted, he immediately forked his waist and stared.
"Hey, Luchuan! Luchuan! You took my red bull! Mine!"
"All right, stop shouting." Jiang Fangzhou came over and stuffed a bottle of Yakult into his hand.
At the same time, Jiang Fangzhou drank yangledo and muttered, "what's the matter with the captain tonight? It's strange that he suddenly bought so much milk..."
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The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. A minute later, the bathroom door was opened.
The mist came out of the bathroom, and the slender figure of the young man came out of the bathroom.
Yan Zhiqiu is wearing a comfortable bathrobe and wiping his wet short hair with a towel in his other hand.
When passing by the desk, the boy's footsteps stopped.
Plain eyes fell on the can of wangzi milk on the table.
Yan Zhiqiu's eyes were pale, and his dark pupils stared at the grinning baby.
After a half silence, the cold boy stretched out his fingertips, took the can of wangzi milk and opened the pull ring.
A touch of hesitation appeared on the indifferent face, and the plain eyebrows frowned gently.
Then he took a sip.
The dark pupil was stunned instantly, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Strong milk flavor, sweet hair.
I would never touch it before, but now I don't know why I don't feel excluded.
Even, there is some love.
The smell of milk is similar to that of the girl in the supermarket.
A faint smile floated in the cold eyes, which was light and gentle.
This reminded him of the scene he had just seen in the supermarket.
The expressionless girl pursed her small mouth and her shallow eyes stared at wangzi milk above the shelf.
It's very hard to stand on tiptoe.
It's very hard and difficult, but a person silently stretches out his arm to get it.
Actually, you can ask the waiter for help.
I almost got wangzi's milk, but I accidentally pushed wangzi's milk into it.
At that moment, his frown and annoyed look made him bend his eyes.
Unconsciously, he walked over and took down the jar of wangzi milk.
In fact, the mood at that moment was still uneasy.
It's strange that I've never approached a person on my own initiative.
A little nervous, a little scared.