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Chapter 36 Lemons Are Sour

Cannibalism is of course not allowed, but a kiss is still okay. Jiang Huan has become more and more used to Miao An's sudden convulsions, so when he was pressed by Miao An on the cooking table, he still held Miao An's hand tie.

Miao An smiled and said that Jiang Huan's behavior of pulling the tie was worthy of the eight hundred characters.

Jiang Huan went to touch Miao An's mouth, he was afraid that Miao An would say something that would make people blush and heartbeat again.

Moreover, how could eight hundred characters be enough?

The beeping sound of the timer separated the two, Miao An still wanted to kiss, but Jiang Huan turned away. .

"Shuangpi Nai is ready." Jiang Huan said.

"I even said I would stop breastfeeding."

Miao An curled her lips in displeasure, but she straightened up. When he lowered his head to straighten his tie, Jiang Huan had already brought out the double-skin milk. He asked Miao An if he wanted to add some fruit to it, but he brought some fruit today. There are not many types of fruit that come over.

Miao An said that he would not eat it, but still pointed to the red bean paste that he had just pulled aside. He thought it would be strange to pair hot double-skin milk with fruit, but it must be good with red beans.

Miao An came here today purely because she was idle and bored.

In theory, he is a domineering president who manages a lot of things, but in fact he is a domineering president who loves to fish. He likes to work hard when he is working, and devote himself to playing when he is playing.

But he has nothing interesting to do except Jiang Huan recently, so he will come to Jiang Huan when he is resting. Lian Qing said that he is a bullshit plaster, but he doesn't care at all, because he knows that Lian Qing said this purely because of jealousy, Lian Qing Now even if he knelt down to use Shi Nian as a plaster, Shi Nian would ignore him.

Did he think that plasters can be used if they want to?

childish.

Jiang Huan wanted to work, it was a serious matter, and Miao An was also very knowledgeable, so he didn't bother him when he was working, so Miao An found a chair and sat on it, and then began to concentrate on playing with her mobile phone.

Looking through his circle of friends, oh, Sang Yu is about to go back to China to fight the fire. He also feels pretty good about himself, and he is looking forward to using his three-point beauty in exchange for ten-point results. What he thinks is pretty good.

Shi Nian shared the official account article again, clicked in and took a look, it was indeed Ruanguang Rainbow Fart, I have to say, Shi Nian was really motivated, writing the official account in front of a sommelier, and recently got a company recruitment with his classmate The agent of imported wine is busy with his feet on the ground. If he continues to fight like this, he will not be far from becoming a rich generation.

Thinking of this, Miao An raised her head and glanced at Jiang Huan who was concentrating on kneading dough.

They are the same age and classmates, and their growth environment is similar, but their personalities are very different. Back then, Nian was a hardworking and progressive social animal, while Jiang Huan was a confused and decadent young man.

But Jiang Huan who was kneading the dough was still handsome. Miao An observed for a while and found that Jiang Huan was more involved in kneading the dough than kneading his butt.

Miao An frowned, decided to keep out of sight and out of mind, and lowered her head to continue playing with her phone.

But what's so interesting about mobile phones? Miao An looked through Moments and read the gossip news. He found that Miao Ran was on the trending list again. When he clicked on it, a paparazzi broke the news that Miao Ran went to a hotel with a mysterious man? !

In addition to describing Miaoran going on a date with a man in a hotel late at night in a spring and autumn style, the marketing account dutifully included nine pictures.

Although every picture looks like it was taken with a landline.

Miao An clicked on one, zoomed in and zoomed in again, he could barely recognize the short one as Miao Ran, but the tall one only had the back...brain...spoon...? ? ?

Why does the back of the head look so familiar?

Isn't this Jiang Huan? !

Miao An clicked on the other photos to see, and it really was Jiang Huan!

When did the two of them get together?

No, this is not called being together, this is called... what is better...

"Do you want some biscuits? I suddenly remembered that I brought a pack."

Miao An was still struggling with how to define the relationship between Jiang Huan and Miao Ran, so Jiang Huan came over and stuffed Miao An with a small paper bag.

Miao An knew that Jiang Huan was feeding him because he was afraid that he would be bored.

He took it and said thank you, then held the phone up to Jiang Huan and asked him what was going on.

This is particularly bad.

Miao An knew that he looked like a jealous husband catching rape, he shouldn't be like this, he should ask Miao Ran first, and then decide how to deal with it.

Of course, if it is true, there is only one way to deal with it, which is to kill Jiang Huan.

It sounds radical, and friends with guns shouldn't have such thoughts, but Miao An couldn't help it.

During the few minutes that Jiang Huan was looking at his phone, a storm was going on in Miao An's mind.

But he still wanted to save some face for himself and make amends, so when Jiang Huan put down his phone, Miao An put on a smiling face.

The kind of smile he was used to, with the corners of his mouth picked up, a teasing smile.

Like he didn't care that much either.

"Writing nonsense." Jiang Huan handed the phone back to Miao An, "A few days ago Miao Ran asked me to try out a meal at a hotel, and he said that the hotel had a chocolate dessert that he really liked, but he wasn't sure if I could make it. , Of course it’s not about doing the same thing, but about this style, it wasn’t just the two of us that day, everyone in the studio was there, you can see some of them in the photos, but the photos are too blurry.”

"You go so late, does the hotel also provide dessert?"

"It's okay, it's not too late." Jiang Huan thought for a while and said, "I remember picking you up from your company after dinner, the day before yesterday."

Miao An worked overtime the day before yesterday, and after working overtime, she felt exhausted and urgently needed a handsome man to comfort her, so she asked Jiang Huan to pick her up and taste the wine endorsed by Miao Ran, and then she could have sex after drinking as a matter of course.

That's not really late at night, is it?

Miao An went back to read the short composition issued by the marketing account, and found that eight o'clock followed the middle of the night.

Does eight o'clock count as "late night"?

How shameless is the current marketing account?

"I also think this report is very funny, so I asked you to appreciate it together." Miao An smiled and turned off the light on the phone screen to cover up the embarrassment of showing her head at this time.

"Well, I heard people from Miaoran's studio chat before saying that their entertainment reporters often like to catch rumors or something."

While talking, Jiang Huan took out the bag from Miao An's arms, opened it and stuffed it into Miao An's arms.

Jiang Huan: "Eat, eat, I baked it this morning."

Miao An: "Okay."

Miao An reached into the paper bag and took one out, only to find that the biscuit was actually made into the shape of a small animal.

"What kind of animal is this... I look at... er... a donkey?"

Miao An carefully identified it, and always felt that it looked like the donkey under Afanti's buttocks.

"It's a horse...a pony..." Jiang Huan himself took out a piece and looked at it again, and then said in embarrassment, "The mold really looks like a horse...it should be a problem with my craftsmanship."

"No, no, no, it's a horse. After you said that, I suddenly realized that it is indeed a horse, a tall horse." Miao An quickly stuffed a piece into her mouth as she spoke.

Lightly sweet, then a little sour, like...like...

like aged vinegar...