Ah Yeh-

He Yiting rubbed his nose, guessing that it must be a fat girl who was scolding him.

I woke up until after ten o'clock.

While Sun Simiao was sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms, the door was knocked.

Rolling on the bed like a big meat worm.

"who?"

Rubbing his eyes and opening the door, he saw a face he didn't want to see.

He suddenly closed the door, but was blocked by a military boot.

"Take you to have breakfast!"

He almost lost his nose, He Yiting said helplessly.

For the sake of the food, Sun Simiao let go.

Turning around and climbing onto the bed again.

"If you don't go, send it to me!"

How many hours have you just slept?&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Want to go down for dinner again?

Don't go!

Continue to sleep with the quilt in your arms.

He Yiting looked at Sun Simiao's obviously fat pajamas, and it was obvious that it was not as good as the current technology.

My eyes narrowed slightly, and I flashed a few times without asking.

Actually, there has always been a doubt, but he has never asked.

Seeing his fluffy head popping out of the quilt, He Yiting knew that the fat girl said she would not go.

In his previous life, Sun Simiao had the habit of insomnia and was so angry that he was so angry that he woke up.

If she hadn't been a Red Cross aid doctor, she might have had a weirder temper.

"Food is quantitative, how can you eat it if you don't get up?"

He Yiting persuaded him very much.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The main purpose is to make Sun Simiao clear and still have to be busy with work after dinner.

Sun Simiao doesn't believe it at all

"He Yiting, don't scare me, how many years have you been? Quantitative things won't work here!"

Do you think she is stupid?

Even though I don’t remember the events of this period, I know that many hotels in Kyoto have special hospitality quotas.

There may be a quantitative statement when eating in other hotels, but this Friendship Hotel definitely does not. Who makes this place a place where you can order Western food?

Knowing that he couldn't intimidate Sun Simiao, He Yiting had to call and have someone deliver the food.

As for Sun Zhiwen, he could only go downstairs and go to dinner with Cheng Weimin.

When the food is delivered, He Yiting dug Sun Simiao out of the bed.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

He brushed his teeth in dissatisfaction and grinned at the mirror.

snort!

This guy He Yiting is a bastard.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he stuffed the comb into He Yiting's hand.

"How many meanings?"

Looking at the comb and hair rope, He Yiting was a little stunned.

Sun Simiao met He Yiting's eyes from the mirror, with an innocent look

"It's what you see, comb my hair!"

Humph!

If you dare to torture yourself, then be aware of serving.

He Yiting has never done such a thing in his two lives.

Looking at the comb and looking at the fluffy head, I suddenly felt very weak.

Sun Simiao looks like I won’t cooperate if you don’t serve me.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

He accepted his fate and took the comb and combed it into his fluffy head.

"It hurts so hard! Can't you comb your hair?"

"You hold it with one hand and use force with the other!"

"I'm so stupid that I can't even comb my hair!"

"He Yiting, your mind won't turn?"

"It turns out that he is a straight man. He doesn't even have a wife if he doesn't die!!"

He Yiting

He wants to hit someone.

The comb hit Sun Simiao's head.

"Ouch!!!"

Covering his head, he looked at He Yiting with tears in his eyes.

He Yiting

"Or shut up or comb yourself!"

Sun Simiao curled her lips and chose to shut up.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

I was really happy to see this omnipotent man, stumped by his head.

Puff—

Five minutes later, Sun Simiao couldn't help it.

I couldn't laugh while covering my stomach.

Finally, one of He Yiting’s shortcomings was revealed.

The man's fingers are not coordinated.

Looking at Sun Simiao's fluffy head with a black thread, he was very lucky.

"He Yiting, call me aunt, I'll comb myself!"

Oh, it's so fun.

It turns out that He Yiting, who looks like a child, is relatively lethal.

With his lips pursed, He Yiting would never scream.

"Stand honestly, why don't I cut it all!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

I saw the little fat girl’s head was very smooth before, why is it so difficult to comb today?

Sun Simiao couldn't help but snatch the comb back and tied a ponytail in just a few strokes.

"He Yiting, look, how easy it is, you just don't know how to do it! A straight man!"

He looked at He Yiting with contempt before going to the dining table to eat.

He Yiting looked at the ponytail and gritted his teeth.

I knew that this little fat girl was here to defeat herself.

Wash your hands and sit at the dining table.

Tear off the fried dough sticks little by little and throw them into the soy sauce.

Sun Simiao ate it very delicious and hasn't drunk this kind of bean juice for a long time.

The bean juice in Yama Province does not taste this way, Sun Simiao likes this special taste of bean juice.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

It tastes very similar to the memory.

After looking at the little man who stuffed the pickles into the fried dough sticks, Sun Simiao curled his lips.

This man is indeed speechless as always.

It would be so troublesome to eat fried dough sticks.

After taking a big mouthful of soy juice, Sun Simiao's mouth was covered with white foam
To be continued...