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754. September 7, seven years sunny(2/2)

Song Beiyun retreated silently, continued to cross his legs while admiring the moonlight while eating his chicken. His expression was peaceful and he wandered around the sky.

But before it was stable, the strong fragrance penetrated into his nose again and pulled him off the fantasy spaceship.

"I just put on my space suit..." Song Beiyun looked up at her: "You smell too much, really... change to a light perfume."

"You have to care!" The Persian woman reached out and pulled off the chicken legs of Song Beiyun's remaining half of the chicken, sat down and started eating.

"You are so savage..."

"I'm so angry today!" She didn't care what Song Beiyun said about her at all, but complained: "I'm so angry!!!"

Song Beiyun ignored her and just lowered her head and took out a bag of melon seeds from her bag and continued to eat it.

"I kindly went to deliver things to the grassland refugees outside the city. Who knew that the things were sent out and were dragged by the magistrate to scold me, which made me angry!" She nagged about her experience: "Song Beiyun is so hateful!"

"And, damn it, damn it." Song Beiyun nodded and reunited perfunctorily: "No one is more hateful than him."

"Why don't you let me do good deeds? Just because I am a Persian? The Han people are really unreasonable!"

"Well, unreasonable." Song Beiyun didn't even raise his head and just kept eating. He took out the rice ball wrapped in salted pork from his bag and ate it: "It's really hateful."

"That's right! So angry!"

But at this time, Song Beiyun took out a roasted pork rib wrapped in oil paper from her bag. When she saw Song Beiyun taking out food from that bag for the third time, she finally couldn't help it: "How much food did you bring?"

Song Beiyun stretched out the bag and showed it to her: "It's gone."

"You...you are so strange. I'm so sad. You know how to eat!"

"Then tell me, what do you compare to roast chicken?" Song Beiyun's standard straight man's question made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

"I...you...you compare me with roast chicken?" The Persian girl widened her eyes: "How can you...I'm so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!
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